Chapter 6 – Page 045
I don’t feel that a situation this dire warrants a funny caption, somehow.
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Panel 1:
There’s little left of the Black Dancers but fizzling detritus. Whitehall is cleared but for one struggling creature straining to raise its head.
Panel 2:
Same view. A muzzle is shoved into its temple.
Panel 3:
Atop the roof. Sam has transcended violent rage into a seething inexpressible righteous fury. The others are worried.
SFX: BLAM
Panel 4:
Same view. Sam tosses the radio at the ground and marches off.
DES: Guv?
DES: Guv, where you going?
Panel 5:
Smoke rises in Whitehall in the distance. A visibly pained Carol leans against the window of her Shard office.
Panel 6:
Clutching her head, Carol glares at her own reflection.
CAROL: You learn the truth and you still take her side.
CAROL: You always were a simp, Lady Saria.
There’s little left of the Black Dancers but fizzling detritus. Whitehall is cleared but for one struggling creature straining to raise its head.
Panel 2:
Same view. A muzzle is shoved into its temple.
Panel 3:
Atop the roof. Sam has transcended violent rage into a seething inexpressible righteous fury. The others are worried.
SFX: BLAM
Panel 4:
Same view. Sam tosses the radio at the ground and marches off.
DES: Guv?
DES: Guv, where you going?
Panel 5:
Smoke rises in Whitehall in the distance. A visibly pained Carol leans against the window of her Shard office.
Panel 6:
Clutching her head, Carol glares at her own reflection.
CAROL: You learn the truth and you still take her side.
CAROL: You always were a simp, Lady Saria.