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Extra to that last call: possible evidence tying my perps into these Church of Death creeps."
    "That's a check. We've been seeing more and more of this amongst the sector juve gangs. Could just be the latest passing street gang fad."
    "Or it could be something else, Control," growled Dredd. "Fads don't make gangers attack Judges the way these punks tried to attack me. Slap a mandatory extra five years onto all their sentences for membership of an illegal organisation, and have them all run through the interrogation cubes to find out what they know. It's time we came down hard on these Death cult freaks."
    "Wilco, Dredd..." responded the voice of Control, before suddenly assuming a more urgent tone. "Just got something coming in. Armed assault at the Bathory Street med-supply warehouse. Judge Giant on the scene and requesting assist from any nearby units!"
    Dredd looked at the seven subdued perps around him. Bathory Street was only five blocks from here, just off Ingrid Pitt Plaza, and it would take him less than a minute to secure his perps for catch-wagon pick-up. Cuffed together, and with most of them already beaten unconscious, he didn't figure it likely they would be going anywhere before the catch wagon crew arrived.
    "Wilco, Control. On my way."
     
    Judge Giant didn't believe in vampires.
    Which was not to say he'd not witnessed some freaky stuff in his time as a Judge, of course. Even as a cadet, during the darkest days of Necropolis he'd faced off against no less a creep than Judge Mortis. And then there had been the whole Judgement Day thing, with the dead - yeah, the freakin' dead - rising from the grave and forming into one big zombie army to try and destroy everything and everyone. Since then, he had seen or heard about all kinds of weird stuff - tribes of werewolves in the Undercity, alien monsters with acid for blood attacking the Grand Hall of Justice - but he still didn't believe in vampires.
    Which was perhaps a pity, since "vampires" seemed to be exactly what he was faced with right now.
    He'd already pumped six Lawgiver rounds into one of the freakers, but now here it was again, popping up from behind the cover of those crates of med-supplies to take another shot at him. It didn't look much like what Giant thought of when he thought about vampires - no fancy burial suit, no black cape lined with red synthi-satin, and so far it hadn't turned into a bat or a plague of rats, or anything really freaky like that - but the fangs, the pale, dead-white skin pallor, the superhuman strength and the blood-crazed hunger all seemed to be present and correct.
    And guns? Vampires weren't supposed to fire guns at you, thought Giant, ducking back round the corner as the hail of bullets from the thing's spit pistol popped holes into the surface of the doorway beside him.
    A security guard's corpse, throat brutally ripped out, lay in the corridor behind him. The perps' means of entry into the building had been anything but subtle. The building was closed to the general public and its doors and windows were impressively secure, considering the amount of proscribed drugs kept in the place for use by the city med-units, they would have to be, but the perps - Giant knew there were an even half-dozen of them - had simply ripped through the front door to get in.
    Yeah, with their bare hands, Giant reminded himself, remembering seeing what had looked unpleasantly like claw marks gouged into the metal of the door.
    After that, they had gone on the rampage through the building, brutally killing everyone they found in the place before breaking into the large central room they were in now, where the repository's main med-supplies were kept.
    Arriving minutes after the break-in had been reported, and moving through the building in the perps' murderous wake, Giant had automatically assumed that they must be stimmed-up hypeheads, breaking into the place in a desperate need to feed their narco-addiction. Professional perps would have been