Mina squeaked loudly as three throwing knives flew directly at her head. She only had a split second to react, but all she could do was hold up her hands. Of course, soft, pale manicured hands had little chance of stopping three blades aimed right for her head. All Mina could do was screw her eyes shut and await an inevitable death.

But...the moment never came. She opened her eyes and saw a tall man standing in front of her. He wore a jet black lawyer's tuxedo that was standard for the Lawson building, but he was incredibly interesting to look at. (Not to mention handsome.)

His hair was long, flowing and dark brown, and his skin an equal chocolate hue. Sitting upon his defined cheekbones was a black blind fold tied around his eyes.

Somehow, even when blindfolded, he managed to block all three of Dupree's knives with his briefcase in a staggering feat of agility.

"I think you made your point," the man said in a boyish but refined voice. "All three of them."

Dupree, who was now gasping for air and drowning in a sea of sweat and tonic. He screamed in his Jersey accent. "Gah, well I'll be a pork roll egg and cheese! I didn't expect Blind Justice to be here."

"Blind Justice?" Mina gasped with her hand to her mouth.

"My grandson," Divine exclaimed. "A true hero."

"Hubba hubba," said Trudy, drooling a bit. "At least I'm innocent now so I have a chance."

"Trudy," Mina said, catching her breath. "Now's not the time. And besides, I wanted to be the one who said 'hubba hubba'."

"So," Blind said, straightening the fabric covering his eyes. "Dupree. Are you gonna come quietly, or do we have to take you kicking and screaming like the overgrown infant you are?"

Blind's long hair was so perfectly conditioned without an ounce of sweat that it made Mina weak at the knees.

Dupree was weak at the knees too, but from fear. "Who do you think you are, punk? You can't be older than 19."

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Blind Justice removed the three knives from his briefcase with a severe expression. He yanked the knives out as he moved towards Bunting. They clattered to the floor, causing the faux Frenchman to whimper.

"I am the top prosecutor," he said. "And I am the law. I may have no sight, but I never turn a blind eye when it comes to prosecuting scum like you."

Blind blew a whistle and two police officers flanked him. They both seized him. Dupree looked nervously at both officers. "You're coming with us, Frenchy," one of them said.

"I am NOT French!" Dupree screamed at last. "I'm from East Orange!"

Legal Suit Larry watched as his client was taken away. The balding prosecutor sniveled. "And here I thought I met an exotic European too. Little did I know he was as French as a taylor ham sandwich."

Blind Justice led the officers to the door, but before they reached the end of the room, Mina exclaimed, "Hold it!"

Blind Justice turned around and seemed to glare at her from behind his blindfold. Mina's face was glowing. "I just wanted to say, thank you for saving me!"

"And he's kinda cute!" Trudy added pushing her fingers together. "Kind of prose-cute!"

"Stop that," Mina shouted, turning her head to Trudy. "Stop stealing my thunder with Mr. Tall, Tan and Handsome."

Mina turned back to him. She snorted and grinned widely, the love reflecting in her eyes. "But uh, you can prosecute me any day, as long as it's a trial of love! I hope there's no objections"

Divine banged her gaval loudly. "I object! That's my grandson you're talking to."

"And me too," Trudy screamed. "I didn't get cleared of a murder accusation just to lose out on love to my defense lawyer."

Blind Justice was silent. But at last, he spoke without much emotion. "Rookie Attorney Hawkins," he said.

"Yeah," Mina said, hiding behind her stand.

"Next time you won't have that washed up defense lawyer fighting your battles for you. Or an equally washed up prosecutor opposing you. If you're gonna defend clients on this circuit, you'll be facing off against me."

"Err...right?" Mina stammered. "That's fine. You're much better to look at than Legal Suit Larry."

"Hmph," Blind muttered. "Remind me to bring a spray bottle if you get so excited next time."

Mina's ears turned bright pink and tingled with embarrassment. She wasn't expecting such a blunt response. She immediately scrambled for a comeback in her jumbled up mind.

"Learn to take a compliment!" Mina screamed, but Blind Justice had already exited through the double doors.

As Mr. Bunting Dupree exited, he turned his head to face Mina. "Thees eesn't over yet!" Dupree exclaimed, back to his French accent. He raised his hand dramatically in his cuffs. "The aura shall prevail!"

"The aura?" Mina said, pursing her lips. "What is the aura? I hope he doesn't mean his lotion."

But though she had won her court battle for her dearest friend, no one in the court room could offer a response to what Dupree's cryptic words meant.