A Squire’s Trial

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After having asked my co-worker if I could use his office
computer for what was left of the lunch break, and him agreeing,
I got straight to searching. As I was looking for the
footage, I stumbled across a wide number of coverages of the
event and commentary on it from various people, some claiming
that the pedophile ring allegations were unconfirmed, others
saying it was an outright lie to justify attacking immigrants,
how Toreros were scum and fascist thugs and so on. Several of
them were arrested, and the police was conducting an investigation
into the allegations made. Finally, I found the footage
and paused it at that moment. It was him. The man I met, the
adventurer fascist was in the thick of it. They cut the footage to
show him practically fly in from the side of the shot and kick a
foreigner square on the chest, sending him tumbling back. I
also noted something else – before he appeared on the screen,
the immigrant was raising his leg to kick someone on the
ground. It was a woman, a passerby in a white dress that got
caught in the middle of it all. Maybe the immigrant thought
she was another Torero, or he was too caught up in the fight,
but the man appeared just in time to protect her. I found
footage made by someone viewing from out their window
overlooking the whole mob, and could see that at one point the
woman in white was carried out of that mess by a man, who
set her down and then rushed back into the fight. I was certain
this was him again.
Leaning back in the chair, I thought about this until my coworker
walked in and told me the break was over and I needed
to get out of his office and back to my own tasks. I walked back
into the storage hanger and resumed my work, though my actions
were mostly automated as I was thinking again of the
man, the fight, the alleged pedophile ring. The allegations of
such a group had existed for a while now – months, if not