Fictive continued to laugh as more and more explosions tore through the camp, now followed by the shouts of soldiers and the sound of gunfire. He sneered as he looked down from the witness stand and saw Will step out from behind the defendant’s table.

Everyone in the courtroom stood as Finch Herald, the Attorney General of Copyright, entered the tent and took his seat at the judge’s bench.

Sills pursed her lips in defiance. “This is insane.”

Bug’s mouth dropped open. “You’re who, to do what?”

The group journeyed to the awaiting transports without incident. The moon had risen high into the sky, providing enough light to see, and Will noted the transports into which they were being ushered looked identical to the ones in which they’d been held as prisoners.