Chapter 3 – Page 066
Peace was never an option.
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Panel 1 (wide):
Russell, flanked by Bayani and Chambers, glares daggers at the window. He feels humiliated, belittled, inconsolably enraged.
NANCY (off-panel): Whaddya say to that, Detective?
Panel 2 (wide):
Same view. Russell twists round to stare directly at Nancy and Si. He looks demented.
NANCY (off-panel): ...uh…
NANCY (off-panel): ...are you…
NANCY (off-panel): ...okay?
Panel 3 (wide):
Same view. Russell pulls his pistol out of its holster and slams a magazine into the clip, spitting phlegm in fury. Chambers and Bayani pull away in panic.
RUSSELL: PANDORA!
RUSSELL: EVERYBODY DROP!
Russell, flanked by Bayani and Chambers, glares daggers at the window. He feels humiliated, belittled, inconsolably enraged.
NANCY (off-panel): Whaddya say to that, Detective?
Panel 2 (wide):
Same view. Russell twists round to stare directly at Nancy and Si. He looks demented.
NANCY (off-panel): ...uh…
NANCY (off-panel): ...are you…
NANCY (off-panel): ...okay?
Panel 3 (wide):
Same view. Russell pulls his pistol out of its holster and slams a magazine into the clip, spitting phlegm in fury. Chambers and Bayani pull away in panic.
RUSSELL: PANDORA!
RUSSELL: EVERYBODY DROP!