Time Lady of L.A. #12: Pages 23-24

Page 23, 6 Panels- Bir Gifgaga Airfield Conference Room/ Secret Free Tahrir Safe House, 1985 Cairo Egypt Panel 1: We move on to the General a few moments later. He looks on at W, exhibiting a degree of confusion at the question thrown at him in the last panel of the previous page. Though with also a sense of control, following a familiar script that he's memorized. The action of the soldiers' continue on in the background as was the case in the past couple of pages. GENERAL MARTES [Cont.]: He works exclusively in the Intelligence Department. The only time M steps out is for meetings and unrelated "freelance" work. Panel 2: Back to W at the table. He places the piece of paper down on the brown hardwood tabletop, and looks over at the esteemed General. The dark blue of his suit stands out thanks to the shine of the lights coming down from the ceiling of the room as the soldiers prep for the coming meeting in the background of the shot. W [nonchalantly; to General Martes]: There must be a way to contact this mysterious M, pull him away for a few minutes. Panel 3-4: Cut back to the General in the same position that we saw him in back in the first panel. He flashes the man a sarcastic glare as the rest of the room prepares for the meeting to start. Except for one private who, immediately in Panel 4, can be seen reacting on the left side of the panel view to the sound of radio chatter from a walkie talkie. GENERAL MARTES [sarcastic yet intimidating, to W; Panel 3]: If you want to pull the man away from something that will cleanse this country of the radical element, please...be my guest! E.O.M. PRIVATE [excited, translated from Egyptian Arabic; Panel 4]: General--GENERAL! Panel 5: Slight close-up on the Private standing closest to the wall. He has a youthful face, just out of 18. He's dressed in a standard military uniform befitting someone of his rank. The Private looks up from the electronic device in order to address Martes as well as everyone else in the room. A spark of energy visible in his eyes and his overall body language. E.O.M. PRIVATE [Cont.]: We have contact from the spy... Panel 6: Cut to an interior shot of a hallway belonging to a small house somewhere in Cairo. In the center of the shot, you can see Giana walking across toward a room located off-panel. There are three separate slices of sunlight that appear in view, simulating sun coming from windows as she walks. E.O.M. PRIVATE [Off-Panel]: We know what they're planning! Page 24, 6 Panels- Secret Free Tahrir Safe House, 1985 Cairo Egypt Panel 1: Slight close-up on our heroine in the same setting as the last panel of the previous page. She's still wearing the same outfit that she had when she got to 1985. There's a look of exhaustion in her eyes, though she still keeps upright as best as she can. You can see to the left of the panel view the windows that were hinted at in that last panel. The sunlight crossing from left to right as Giana approaches her room. GIANA [yawns]: Damn, I need a nap! Panel 2-4: A three-part set of panels centered on Ms. Franklin as she begins to enter the room in the house where she's staying. The light hits our heroine's back with each respective shot. In Panel 2, she looks over in the direction of the door next to her, opened acrack, where Amanda is staying at. Giana's hand grabs hold of the doorknob in Panel 3 and, finally, in Panel 4 she turns it down and to the right in order to open it. All the while though, she becomes more and more woozy. GIANA [Cont., to Amanda; Panel 2]: Is the Doc fully charged yet, Mandy? AMANDA [through the door creak; Panel 2]: It just hit 70%. Probably another hour till it's done. GIANA [Bubble 2]: Right, okay...YAAAWWNN! GIANA [Cont.; Panel 3]: Should give me enough time to get a nap in and... GIANA [Cont., with deadening legs; Panel 4]: And then find outwha...happennn.... Panel 5-6: Same setting as the previous panel. The layout shifts toward the doorway of Giana's room as, after under a minute of struggling to keep upright, we see her succumb and fall down to her knees. In the next panel, within a couple of seconds of what we saw in Panel 5, Ms. Franklin tumbles down to the floor (the shot in Panel 6 showing a close-up on her face), hitting her head on the hardwood. The door is subsequently pushed open at this point, revealing the front of the bed along with a small television. AMANDA [Off-Panel]: G?....G?.. AMANDA [Off-Panel; Panel 6]: Giana?!