You decide to bring up the camera footage. “If you will, your honor, watch this.” Pressing play on the remote as the 144p footage begins to roll. You never get a headache from this anymore, from how long you've had to watch 144p footage, though you do see some people struggling.

“Right here, your honor.” You point to the bottom right corner as the timestamp suddenly jumps a few hours forward. “The actual culprit must have had some form of disabling the cameras remotely for the time of the crime, but there were no ECM jammers left over or any other data corruption, suggesting a safe, manual, internal disabling of the footage. A security clearance of which my client doesn’t have.”

You stare across the courtroom, sly grin on your face, but that sly grin doesn't last for long as you meet eyes with Jackson, boasting a larger grin as he returns with

“OBJECTION! If we know that the culprit had gained security access, who's to say they did not already have clearance and foresight to cut the cameras? Your honor, this evidence means nothing and the defendant's lawyer is only trying to waste our time.”

“Both of you make a good point, however I must request both of you to not waste the court’s time. The case may continue.”

You decide to bring up the transaction logs.

“Your honor, if my client were to rob this bank, why would he deposit the stolen money in the exact same vault? I know my client, and I hope for your trust, that my client is not that stupid. We know that the name Fredrick Jalbanos is an alias, and a person that does not exist on paper outside of this bank.”

You glance around and see the jury mumbling amongst themselves in agreement with your statement, and you look across to find something that makes you so happy. Jackson is snarling at you, but its the kind of snarl that is to hide a fear, a fear from something being found that should have never been found again.

The judge states “Please, continue with the case.”

You decide to bring up the medical logs

“Your honor, it states here that my client was supposed to be picking up a highly experimental ADHD medication at the time of the robbery -”

“OBJECTION!” Jackson shouts. You look across the court, your soul filling with fear as Jackson begins to tear into what you just presented. “If that is the case, then does your client have his medication? No, he does not. So where was he at his tight time of pick up? What would he be doing so important at the time that he would risk himself in such a way to dodge a major appointment for an experimental medication? Outside of robbing the bank of course.”

Your heart sinks even further as you hear the crowd murmur in agreement.