On the scanners the pinging dot of the forward probe was getting nearer to the beacon's source. The Judge tapped his wrist impatiently, stared back at the block-wide hole before him for a few minutes before switching over to the HQ feed. Gotta be some punk on whose spine he could better use his time. The ancient megaplex groaningly released its jealously guarded secret to the clanks and whirs of the Excadroids, their arachnoid hydraulics effortlessly hurling bus-sized chunks of pre-collapse concrete and rebar into the curiously empty streets behind. The scanner made a loud whooping noise, indicating paydirt. With a scowl, Dredd dropped down into the pit and strode forward.
Half-submerged in rubble was something that failed to trigger the visor's archive recognition software, but recalled earlier versions of the sulphur mine droids from the area's forgotten industrial past, after the region became uninhabitable but before its incorporation into Megacity One. The burnished-steel facsimil