Time Lady of L.A. #12: Pages 19-20

Page 19, 7 Panels- Bir Gifgaga Airfield, 1985 Cairo Egypt Panel 1: Cut to a slightly elevated shot, following the car moments later as it follows a single strip of road leading it to the main complex located in the upper section of the panel view. On the sides there is the usual commotion of planes and airmen going about their own business. You can also see a shadow that resembles a flying aircraft of some kind partially come into view from left to right over the sedan. Panel 2-4: A three-part set of panels which immediately shift things to a small parking lot near the complex entrance. There's a single space in the middle of the lot, flanked by a gray BWM and a black Jeep. The same black government issued 4-door sedan that we saw in the previous page slowly comes into view, parking in that empty spot by the time we reach Panel 4. E.O.M. GENERAL [Off-Panel, translated from Egyptian Arabic; Panel 4]: What are the results of the diagnostic on the Ifrit? Panel 5: Cut to the hallway somewhere in the complex of the Airfield. A tall middle-aged General, dressed in the standard uniform of an Egyptian Air Force officer, walks alongside a shorter Lietuenant walking alongside him at the same moment. The younger looking subordinate officer is holding a stack of papers in his arm as he walks. LIEUTENANT [looking at the papers, addressing the General; translated from Egyptian Arabic]: They went perfectly, General. No discernible issues with the craft's hardware or its guidance systems. E.O.M. GENERAL: Good... Panel 6: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. The General gives a pleased nod at the result. The Lieutenant, meanwhile, looks over at his superior officer and listens to him as he continues on his train of thought. As this goes on, you can see the hallway slowly changing over time from the previous panel to this one. E.O.M. GENERAL [Cont.]: That mean we're ready to test the Ifrit out in the field, yes? LIEUTENANT [confused, looking at the General]: Didn't we already do so days earlier? Panel 7: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A second later, we see the General and his Lieutenant stopping their forward momentum. The General glares over in the direction of his subordinate, who looks down at his papers with a degree of humiliation not seeing what was clearly in front of him. LIEUTENANT [nodding shamefully]: Oh right, that...that was a joke! Page 20, 5 Panels- Bir Gifgaga Airfield, 1985 Cairo Egypt Panel 1-2: Same setting/layout as the last panel of the previous page. A couple of seconds later, as the E.O.M. General and his Lieutenant continue moving down the hallway, we see the Lieutenant in Panel 1 looking into the bottom of the stack of papers for something. In Panel 2, the young man looks back up. The piece of paper he was looking for firmly gripped in his hand, extended outward to his superior as the shadow of a door starts to come into view. LIEUTENANT [Cont., clearing his throat and getting back on topic; translated from Egyptian Arabic, Panel 1]: Yes, we--We have a list of potential targets sites. LIEUTENANT [Cont., more confident; to the General and translated from Egyptian Arabic, Panel 2]: Each one is focused on towns that are sympathetic to Free Tahrir. Panel 3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. The shadow of the door that was partially visible in Panel 2 now comes into slightly more visible view as the General stops for a moment to examine the piece of paper handed to him. The Lieutenant taking a couple of steps out of view toward the door in order to open it. E.O.M. GENERAL [to the Lieutenant as he reads]: Why not locations inside Free Tahrir? We could wipe them out with one foul swoop, be done with them! Panel 4-5: Cut to the Lieutenant in Panel 4 at the door moments later. He looks back to the General, opening the door with his free hand. His other one pressing the large stack of documents to his chest as it happens. In Panel 5, through the opened doorway, we see a group of similarly garbed soldiers as well as another General inside, discussing strategy. LIEUTENANT [to the General; Panel 4]: Your guess is as good as mine, sir. LIEUTENANT [Cont., turning his head toward the door Panel 5]: The directive came from the Ifrit's creator, W. Something to do with "optimum results" or some other computerized nonsense. E.O.M. GENERAL [Off-Panel, frustrated]: Grrr....that sorry pissant!