Next time, if another Luigi appears, the FBI will just arrest them for domestic terrorism, without even having to step foot in a State Court.
This will be enough to deter those restless mobs.
As for thirty years from now?
By then, they'll be long retired, cashing in on their generous stock options and sunbathing in Florida.
They took out their phones and sent a short message to their respective bosses:
"Sentence handed down. Thirty years. Crisis averted."
They began to straighten their ties, ready to head out for a late lunch.
Within this system, they were still the winners.
...
「Harrisburg. Late at night.」
In the study of the Governor's Mansion, Bob Campbell sat in a high-backed leather chair, holding a glass of whiskey, neat.
The television screen was showing footage from the Philadelphia courthouse.
Luigi Randall was raising his shackled hands, an image that was frozen on screen and replayed over and over.
"Thirty years."
