"Word is that Arc'err escaped with help during the zombie fiasco," Jack said, sitting down at his desk with a submarine sandwich. "Guess that's that."

"Eh, we all knew that it wasn't probably gonna happen." Bobby shrugged; that was the way Rhy'Din worked. Whatever old legal and justice system had been in place in the past, it was a lost cause in the modern day. "I don't know why the heck the Governor doesn't just sign vigilante justice into law. Let people deal with their problems, and don't slap 'em around if it gets bloody."

"Maybe because this city's been too bloody already?"

"If the people didn't like it, they would actually do something to change it."

Jack sighed. He wasn't even sure why he bothered coming to work anymore. "What's the likelihood of Arc'err actually being recaptured, do you think?"

"Not enough to bother people anymore. I'll write up a notice to tell DCH, Dumova and Lowe to disregard, thanks for their service, yadda yadda bing bang. Wright'll sign off on it." Bobby took a bite of his peanut butter/banana sandwich, then set it down, grabbed the papers and started typing.

"Yeah."

The office fell quiet again. It would probably be a long time before anything came through it, but that was just the way of things in Rhy'Din.