judge was taking his husband's rights!  She said no, and he started disciplining her, which he had every damned right to do.  The security guards in the place tried to restrain him, but he put down two of 'em, 'til one of 'em shot him in the leg.  The police arrested him, took him to the hospital, but some kind of damned infection sat in.  They took his leg off trying to stop it, but it didn't do any good.  He died.
    We tried to sue the damned bastards.  The damned courts threw the case out, said it was unwarranted, that the people in the shelter were only protecting themselves and a client.  They had done all in their power to resolve the situation peacefully.
    I fire bombed a couple of their churches, terrorized some of their people but it simply got too hot.  They seemed to be waiting for me everywhere I went.  So I disappeared for a while.  Then the war came and when I enlisted nobody asked any questions, just said if you've had problems with The Spir and you fight and don't cause any problems when it's over you'll be given a general amnesty, no questions asked.
    So tomorrow I don't intend to be taking any prisoners.  Any Spir that comes my way won't be going back.  They never gave my brother a chance.  I don't intend to give them much of any!"
    "Here!  Here!"  the men around him cried, raising their cups.  
    "Your turn, Rogers!"  the captain cried.  The lieutenant off to his left looked startled, straightened up, looked around, then shrugged.