I found the envelope tacked to my door. Slicing it open with instinctual ease, I peered inside to see what today’s sport was to be. A name. A crime. A punishment. If you’ve gotten the idea that this is some sort of judge, jury, and executioner kick on my part, you’re sorely mistaken. This just puts more coin in my pocket than conventional jobs ever could. Besides, I excel at it. When the crimes come in such subjective concepts as heresy against the Earth Mother, it should be plain as day that I could care less for the law I enforce.