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Wanted Here – Ch.7 | KT OLLA

THE judge’s gavel struck a loud sound and called for silence in a courtroom...

But the decorum that followed only started a new storm in a gentleman’s mind.

It was a handsome dude in his mid-30s. He went by the name, Carl.

This young soul was the plaintiff on the psychomicide case. The one suing Cannon University.

The gifted engineer had thought through things when he decided to sue the school. It wasn’t a journey he began without making plans.

He was quite aware that his life would be dissected by media people if he was suing Cannon. Yet he went for it all the same. 

He’d seen it coming, the drama that followed. Still he pulled the trigger first and aimed at the giant.

But then, in spite of his awareness, the family man wasn’t ready for the bullets shot back at him.

Yes, his lawyer had sent him scripts and videos of mock cases to get him and his family prepared for huge counters.

But those grand scenarios hadn’t captured the real thing. As the hearings in court became a wild match of gladiator combats.

It was the game of Carl Martinez and his spouse against all of Cannon.

Now Mr. Martinez folded his arms and watched as the defense counsel questioned his wife.

He looked at her now, he looked round the courtroom. Then he shut his eyes for the moment to pass...

For the earth to cave in and bury all their foes beneath ground.

He wanted everything to just go, so that what was left would be just him and his gentle wife.

Then during that moment of pure decorum, Carl Martinez was beginning to feel something. Something different from the mood in there...

He was beginning to think surrender.

Hey Carl... better drop the suit and end the whole thing here!

You just should’ve known you ain’t someone to beat them!

Those thoughts passed in the young man’s mind when he recalled some of the week’s news.

The headlines came back to him.

Cannon University loses top master’s student, Barnabas, to depression

Lucius Barnabas, 23, new witness on psychomicide, dies from LSD overdose —Police

Psychomicide: Lucius suffered from bipolar, drug addiction —Manuel Barnabas, cousin

Everything in the news seemed to Carl like Cannon’s handiwork.

And when the news even went on to hint that his witness was unstable, he knew it was Cannon’s style.

They played their game rough. And dirty.

Indeed, engineer Carl Martinez had got things well engineered from the start.

He’d gone on to prepare evidences to nail the defendant where they least expected.

Again, he’d ensured that it was a good friend who worked as barrister with Pendulum, that was representing his case. So his lawyer was no problem at all.

Also, he’d got more than enough time to go to court. As he was then reaping from a gold field of his many innovative designs. For he was a biomedical engineer.

And so, it seemed the cool dude had got what it took to bring Cannon down when it began. So he’d gone all out against the college.

But then Carl’s cash pool that wouldn’t finish anytime yet, wasn’t the thumping beat getting him to fight wild...

The young man was even no graduate of the citadel. He didn’t school at Cannon.

But the punches he threw he did for love. And that love was one thing he couldn’t watch being trampled over.

Now Carl parted his eyes open and watched his wife go dumb in front of Cannon in the witness stand.

He shut his eyes back and slid back into memory.

Back to the years before psychomicide.

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