Chapter 8 – Page 050
Gosh, Rab, how’d you get out of that one?
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Panel 1:
Rab Q comes round the corner, gripping the stairs and glancing around with extreme furtiveness, sweating profusely. Nancy rises, remarkably oblivious, but Si notices immediately something is up.
NANCY: Ah! Just the man we need!
NANCY: Think we got a good gauge on what Derrider’s after and…
Panel 2:
Rab Q, still glancing behind, saunters halfway up the steps as casually as he dares. Nancy twigs the alarm while Si rises.
NANCY: ...is…
NANCY: ...everything all right?
RAB Q: Go go go go go…
Panel 3:
Same view. Rab Q accelerates, bundling Nancy and Si through the front door before either can object.
RAB Q: ...go go go go go!
Panel 4:
Rab Q slams the door behind him and double-triple-quadruple deadbolts it, gun raised, glimpsing through the doorcrack in terror. Nancy and Si reorient themselves.
SI: Woss brought this on-?!
RAB Q: Ran inty your secret agent wi the pompadour! Had all of Police Scotland at his back!
RAB Q: Smooshed my ashet piiieee! Wee bastard!
Panel 5:
Nancy and Si look at each other knowingly. It’s crunch time.
RAB Q (off-panel): Managed tae weasel mesel out of their clutches. No the first time I’ve talked ma way out of the long fingers of The Filth.
NANCY: Damn.
NANCY: Thought we had more time.
Panel 6:
Rab Q shoves his gun down the back of his trousers and confers with the others.
RAB Q: Pretty sure your ex has a bead on us. Glesga may no be safe anymore.
RAB Q: I got a way out. You?
NANCY: ...Si, could I have your violin for a sec?
Rab Q comes round the corner, gripping the stairs and glancing around with extreme furtiveness, sweating profusely. Nancy rises, remarkably oblivious, but Si notices immediately something is up.
NANCY: Ah! Just the man we need!
NANCY: Think we got a good gauge on what Derrider’s after and…
Panel 2:
Rab Q, still glancing behind, saunters halfway up the steps as casually as he dares. Nancy twigs the alarm while Si rises.
NANCY: ...is…
NANCY: ...everything all right?
RAB Q: Go go go go go…
Panel 3:
Same view. Rab Q accelerates, bundling Nancy and Si through the front door before either can object.
RAB Q: ...go go go go go!
Panel 4:
Rab Q slams the door behind him and double-triple-quadruple deadbolts it, gun raised, glimpsing through the doorcrack in terror. Nancy and Si reorient themselves.
SI: Woss brought this on-?!
RAB Q: Ran inty your secret agent wi the pompadour! Had all of Police Scotland at his back!
RAB Q: Smooshed my ashet piiieee! Wee bastard!
Panel 5:
Nancy and Si look at each other knowingly. It’s crunch time.
RAB Q (off-panel): Managed tae weasel mesel out of their clutches. No the first time I’ve talked ma way out of the long fingers of The Filth.
NANCY: Damn.
NANCY: Thought we had more time.
Panel 6:
Rab Q shoves his gun down the back of his trousers and confers with the others.
RAB Q: Pretty sure your ex has a bead on us. Glesga may no be safe anymore.
RAB Q: I got a way out. You?
NANCY: ...Si, could I have your violin for a sec?