Ghede: Guerrier Extraordinaire #1: Pages 13-14
Page 13, 5 Panels- Mr. Ozawa's Office Panel 1: Cut to a side shot of Brigid and Ghede a few moments later, Ghede closer to the foreground and Brigid more in the background. They continue observing the human businessman, now just beginning to get seated near the left side of the panel view, as he gets ready to engage in business. BRIGID [casually]: The source wasn't all that descriptive on that part. My guess though? Probably had something to do with immortality. Panel 2: Close-up on the head and shoulders of our two heroines a second later. Brigid glances over to her friend who has the sly, snarky grin of someone with low respect for someone. BRIGID [Cont., to Ghede]: You know how humans have been trying to crack that.
GHEDE: Yeah... Panel 3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. Brigid shares in the grin at this point. Her left hand swishing behind her back, making a wavy horizontal motion. Ghede's left hand gently touches the front edge of the desk. GHEDE [looking at the desk, slight chuckle]: Especially the rich, narcissistic ones! Panel 4: Same setting as the previous panel after a relatively short pause. The layout changes slightly as we now see the first circular formation of a portal in the background, blocking the front door to the office. Brigid has her back turned and is beginning to walk off toward the slowly opening occurrence. Ghede glances to the side and notices her friend's absence. GHEDE [suddenly stone-faced]: I noticed you left out the whole "Armageddon Stakes." Panel 5: Cut to an action shot a second later of the Voodoo specter following her out toward the now unfurled exit portal. You can see Mr. Ozawa working in the background, oblivious to all of the action from our supernatural heroines as this goes on. GHEDE [suddenly stone-faced]: As long as I've known you, that usually foretells something really fucking dangerous! Page 14, 6 Panels- Mr. Ozawa's Office/Toussaint Louverture International Airport Panel 1: Brigid stops moving and turns around to face her friend one last time. The portal out is visible in the background, split in two different sections. The one on the left is back out to a street corner in northern London, and the one on the right is the same section of beachfront in Port-au-Prince's Cite Soleil where Ghede originated from. BRIGID: I thought you'd have known...most of what we do is 'really fucking dangerous.' Panel 2: Cut to a ceiling shot looking down at the lobby of Touissant Louverture International Airport. It's now very late in the evening, somewhere around a quarter past 1 in the morning 1/21/2015. The shuffle of people, mostly UN diplomats and businessmen with a smattering of affluent locals and visitors from the Dominican Republic, can be seen on the ground moving toward each of the individual terminals. There's also the chatter of the airport worker, signaling the next flight coming in and out at that point. BRIGID [translated from Creole]: Best of luck, Ghed...Catch ya later! Panel 3: Cut to a ground level shot from the airport lobby a few moments later. In the center of the panel view's focus, walking amongst the sea of other passengers is a woman from the Dominican Republic in a crisp navy blue pantsuit. Her brown hair is smartly curled up into a bun on the top of her head. Panel 4: Same setting as the previous panel. The layout zooms in slightly on the as-yet-unnamed woman as she continues on her way. You can see a badge from a U.S. convention clipped to her chest showing her ID picture, her name (Chloé Massiel) and the company she works for (Claro República Dominicana) listed in a stacked fashion. On the right side of the panel view, hidden amongst the dignitaries and fellow bureaucrats, we see a tall shadow with silvery eyes. GHEDE [Off-Panel]: Dominicanas...great! Filthy bèz... Panel 5: We follow the path of our woman a few moments later. Her phone rings from within her smart, leather purse strapped over her shoulder. She looks down and starts to reach for it. All the while, the shadow with silver eyes (who now, without a doubt, can be construed as Ghede) moves closer to Ms. Massiel without her knowledge.
GHEDE [Cont., Off-Panel]: Normally, I don't pass judgment on the fleshies I slip into. Panel 6: A few moments later, the woman has opened up her purse and pulled the phone out. Her right thumb clicking on the button on her Galaxy phone in order to answer the call. As for Ghede, she is now within steps of inhabiting the skilled businesswoman as she's lost in her own world. GHEDE [Cont., Off-Panel]: But every time I go into a Dominicana, I always pick up that...