Time Lady of L.A. #12: Pages 11-12
Page 11, 5 Panels- Secret Free Tahrir Compound, 1985 Cairo Egypt Panel 1: We move to an action shot showing Mona and our two heroines from the future, crossing from left to right down the hallway. Feli9 is also seen flying behind Giana in the grouping in the same direction. The foreground of the shot is filled with foot soldiers from Free Tahrir doing different, non-descript things as the main action in the center continues. MONA [Cont. to Giana and Amanda, at the front of the group]: We had gotten word of a "magical" aimra'at bayda' who had dramatically improved the nation's technological footprint, among other things, in the span of 18 months. Panel 2: Close-up on the group a second later as they continue moving, making a turn toward the left. We see Mona looking out to the left in the direction of where they're heading with the ladies and their metal cat following behind her. In the background, you can see more of the different action and commotion in the room continuing to take place. MONA [Cont.]: It was the hope that we could utilize some of that "magic" here, on top of what we already had. Just before we were set to meet her at a cafe though...there was an explosion. GIANA [to Mona; curious]: Did they find out who was behind the blast? Or a body? Panel 3-4: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A couple of beats pass by, and we see Mona turn her head slightly back in Giana's direction to address her properly. Amanda, meanwhile, has her focused pulled away in Panel 4 from the group and over to what sounds like a meeting taking place. MONA [scoffs, to Giana; Panel 3]: Of course not! They chalked it up to a drug deal gone bad...no body. GIANA [challenging, to Mona; Panel 3]: So, how do you know she's actually dead? MONA [Cont.; Panel 4]: If she isn't dead...the Doctor's doing one hell of a job covering it up! Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A few beats later, as the sound of chatter in Egyptian Arabic slides further in to the action of the panel, we see Amanda start to point out the distinction from the rear. Giana and Mona are seen reacting to the base action, looking to the right as they notice the chatter. AMANDA [to Mona, intrigued]: Huh...you guys have a conference room? I don't know if it's weird or awesome. Page 12, 6 Panels- Secret Free Tahrir Compound Conference Room, 1985 Cairo Egypt Panel 1: Cut to Mona at the door a few moments later. She looks back in the direction of Giana and Amanda after what she said in the last panel of the previous page. Her right hand grabbing hold of the doorknob as she listens to her. In the background, as was the case in the final couple of panels in the previous page, you can hear the chattering from the inside of the room in Egyptian Arabic. AMANDA [Cont.]: Probably depends on what's going on in there. MONA [to Amanda]: What's "going on," my rail thin friend...is the other half of the Free Tahrir movement at work. Panel 2: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A second later, we see Mona opening the door into the room, showing a little slice of the interior to the room. It shows a little piece of a few walls as well as a handful of people listening to the speaker in the front of the room, which is still unseen. MONA [Cont.]: Whatever your friend has planned will involve them in one fashion or another. Panel 3: We pull back from the inside of the room to show a far larger portion of the conference room than what we've seen to this point. Three dozen people, primarily men, seated at a square table listening to someone off-panel in the right of the panel view. Mona calmly walks in and makes her way around the edge of the table in the same direction of the off-panel voice, while Giana and Amanda stand in the doorway looking in for a moment trying to take in everything. AMANDA [amazed; whispering to Giana]: Holy shit...they look our age! GIANA [nodding; whispered tone, to Amanda]: Actually, they look a few years older than us. AMANDA [distressed; Bubble 2]: How is that comforting?! Panel 4-5: Close-up on our two heroines from the future as they take a single step inside the room, chatting with each other. You can see behind them over their collective shoulders Feli9 start to fly in a couple of steps behind them as they speak. There's a growing sense of nervousness in Giana's face as she speaks. The chatter of the room continues on off-panel as this all goes on. In Panel 5, we see them both stop after a handful of steps. Giana nods and Amanda goes into a mini-panic, trying to figure out what to do next. GIANA [hiding smirk, to Amanda, Panel 4]: Easy. You aren't the one who has to do the speaking. AMANDA [looks over with concern; to Giana, Panel 4]: Oh crap! You're feeling...explodey again? AMANDA [Cont.; Panel 5]: Okay, then...crapBALLS! Panel 6: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. As the person in front continues speaking, Amanda tries to figure out the next course of action, watching as her friend struggles to keep upright. There are some of the young attendees standing and sitting in the same area who notice the scene, looking on with concern though with no real clue or desire to intervene. AMANDA [muttering to herself]: What to do, what to do, what to do...what usually calms her down. FELI9 [Off-Panel in robotic monotone, to Amanda]: I have this, Miss Amanda!