Chapter 8 – Page 058
Having Buchanan Street all to themselves just to make a prisoner exchange is amongst the most decadent abuses of power Carol’s wielded so far.
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Panel 1 (wide):
Buchanan Street, cleared of all but three inhabitants, a police cordon ensuring all casual observers are kept away. A giant screen installed over one side bathes everything in a cool neon glow. Rab Q and Lewis stand guard. Si, hands bound, kneels in front of them, a picture of wounded fury.
Panel 2:
Si glowers menacingly at Rab Q, unwilling to find words. Rab Q doesn’t seem even mildly perturbed by her ire.
Panel 3:
Same view. As a dark shape darts across the rooftop opposite, Rab Q shrugs at the still-glaring Si.
RAB Q: I been subjected tae harsher withering stares in this job than your babyface, lil’ lassie. You’ll havtae do better than tha…
Panel 4:
Above, a pair of boots skips off the side of the building. Lewis raises a hand to his ear.
LEWIS: Eyes on target. Coming from above.
CAROL (over comms): Yes, I can see that.
Panel 5:
Nancy slides down a lamppost in the middle of the street.
CAROL (over comms): Whatever you do, don’t engage. I have a little surprise planned.
LEWIS: Copy that.
Buchanan Street, cleared of all but three inhabitants, a police cordon ensuring all casual observers are kept away. A giant screen installed over one side bathes everything in a cool neon glow. Rab Q and Lewis stand guard. Si, hands bound, kneels in front of them, a picture of wounded fury.
Panel 2:
Si glowers menacingly at Rab Q, unwilling to find words. Rab Q doesn’t seem even mildly perturbed by her ire.
Panel 3:
Same view. As a dark shape darts across the rooftop opposite, Rab Q shrugs at the still-glaring Si.
RAB Q: I been subjected tae harsher withering stares in this job than your babyface, lil’ lassie. You’ll havtae do better than tha…
Panel 4:
Above, a pair of boots skips off the side of the building. Lewis raises a hand to his ear.
LEWIS: Eyes on target. Coming from above.
CAROL (over comms): Yes, I can see that.
Panel 5:
Nancy slides down a lamppost in the middle of the street.
CAROL (over comms): Whatever you do, don’t engage. I have a little surprise planned.
LEWIS: Copy that.