I looked at the hens clucking. Cluck cluck cluck. I wasn't about to condemn the wrong man and a sneaking suspicion in my gut told me Mr. Oscuro wasn't our man. Not this time. A sneaky little thing he might be, but not the man to die today. I took the last hit off my cigarette before stomping it underfoot.
I stepped closer to the gaggle and peered at all the possible suspects. The one that caught my eye...was Archer. Yesterday, he had accused GreenFlame. I watched as he nodded in agreement that Countryemo was the Detective. He threw accusations around like they were nothing. But why? Something wasn't right about Archer. And they weren't leaving the room without a lynching.
Impatient hens. Clucking away with no news, no hope, and no clue.
I walked over to the judge and whispered, "[LYNCH] Archer99". The guy was hostile in every statement he's made and I couldn't let El Heroe's ****ty behavior get him killed for the wrong reasons...again. I had made that mistake before and I wasn't going to let it happen again without a bit more proof. He still could be working for the Greens, but hell if he just didn't have a terrible sense of tact.
I looked around at the crowd. They were all still required to vote, but I hoped I could change their minds before it was too late and an innocent man swung from the gallows. I felt strange about Archer. Not nearly enough proof to convict him, but there wasn't much to go on yet.
I pulled out another cigarette and lit it.
The hens were clucking and we were utterly fucked.