Chapter 5 – Page 022
Best not ask what happened to the other 299 Spartans.
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Panel 1:
The ghosts look worried, except Shaw who just looks bemused. Maleko seems more put-upon than anything else.
SHAW: …expecting guests?
MALEKO: Waddya think?! Don’t you dare make me look weird in front of whoever this is!
Panel 2:
Maleko pulls the door ajar, chain lock in place. Nancy has her instrument out, scanning away, leaving Si to wave hello and make nice.
SI: Hullo!
SI: Dun’t fink I introduced meself last time, wot wif the strangling and wotnot. Simar Qareen, y’can call me Si, annnd this is Nancy Brilligan, quantum-creature-hitting-with-bats lady.
SI: Maleko Young, right? We’re here about the ghosts?
Panel 3:
Looking over Nancy’s and Si’s shoulders, Maleko is hiding behind the door in a block of flats.
MALEKO: Howdja find me?
NANCY: Process of elimination. The number of veterans who have come out of Musa Grishk alive currently stands at one.
MALEKO: Howdya know I was a vet?
SI: Hoodie’s a bit of a giveaway, bruv.
Panel 4:
Same view. Maleko, somewhat peeved, opens the door fully to give Si a piece of his mind. Nancy takes his side while Si defends herself.
MALEKO: I got this hoodie as a hand-me-down! Maybe I was just a donor! You didn’t know!
NANCY: That is a point, we did just kind of assume…
SI: I woz right, weren’t I?! ‘Sides you know the only civvies who go all “support are troops” in public are boomers and Essex lads-!
Panel 5 (wide):
Swooping out of the flat, a ghostly outline of Ariston rushes past Maleko and shields Nancy so hard against the wall it cracks.
The ghosts look worried, except Shaw who just looks bemused. Maleko seems more put-upon than anything else.
SHAW: …expecting guests?
MALEKO: Waddya think?! Don’t you dare make me look weird in front of whoever this is!
Panel 2:
Maleko pulls the door ajar, chain lock in place. Nancy has her instrument out, scanning away, leaving Si to wave hello and make nice.
SI: Hullo!
SI: Dun’t fink I introduced meself last time, wot wif the strangling and wotnot. Simar Qareen, y’can call me Si, annnd this is Nancy Brilligan, quantum-creature-hitting-with-bats lady.
SI: Maleko Young, right? We’re here about the ghosts?
Panel 3:
Looking over Nancy’s and Si’s shoulders, Maleko is hiding behind the door in a block of flats.
MALEKO: Howdja find me?
NANCY: Process of elimination. The number of veterans who have come out of Musa Grishk alive currently stands at one.
MALEKO: Howdya know I was a vet?
SI: Hoodie’s a bit of a giveaway, bruv.
Panel 4:
Same view. Maleko, somewhat peeved, opens the door fully to give Si a piece of his mind. Nancy takes his side while Si defends herself.
MALEKO: I got this hoodie as a hand-me-down! Maybe I was just a donor! You didn’t know!
NANCY: That is a point, we did just kind of assume…
SI: I woz right, weren’t I?! ‘Sides you know the only civvies who go all “support are troops” in public are boomers and Essex lads-!
Panel 5 (wide):
Swooping out of the flat, a ghostly outline of Ariston rushes past Maleko and shields Nancy so hard against the wall it cracks.