Time Lady of L.A. #14: Pages 15-16

Page 15, 7 Panels- Air Chief Marshal's Office, Cairo West Air Base Panel 1: We move back to the Air Chief Marshal a few moments later. The setting and layout very similar to what we saw the last time he was seen in the middle of the previous page, albeit focused a little more on his face and body. For the first time, we see the veteran soldier turn his attention from the papers to the young Pilot Officer. PILOT OFFICER [Cont., Off-Panel]: From space. AIR CHIEF MARSHAL [translated from Egyptian Arabic, annoyed; to the Pilot Officer]: ...A portal? From space?! Is this a joke, Pilot Officer? If so, I do not have any qualms about punishing everyone involved. Panel 2: Cut back to the Pilot Officer, standing in the same position in regards to the room that we saw him at the end of the previous page. At this point, he's scraped together enough residual courage to defend himself and project the urgency and genuine nature that he's put together through the course of this story. PILOT OFFICER [defensive, to the Air Chief Marshal; translated from Egyptian Arabic]: It is not a joke, sir. It is very, very serious... Panel 3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. The young man takes a single step forward toward the front of the desk. His courage building up with each passing second as his gaze is squarely focused on his superior officer. The nicely furnished, yet not too large, office space is visible partially in the background as was the case in the previous panel. PILOT OFFICER [Cont.]: He talked about using a "highly volatile weapon" by sunset on the base if he didn't see the Vice President. Panel 4: Cut to the Air Chief Marshal a few beats later. The setting and layout looks similar to the top of the page. He looks over the young man for a moment, leaning back against the leather chair. It's here that we see the long-time military man firmly intrigued and worried by the situation. AIR CHIEF MARSHAL [to the Pilot Officer]: What kind of "highly volatile weapon?" Panel 5: Back to the Pilot Officer in a setting and layout similar to what we saw in Panel 2. A few moments have passed by, and we see the young man has stopped his forward momentum. The front right edge of the desk showing up partially around the bottom of the panel view. His arms are placed at the sides as he speaks. PILOT OFFICER [shrugs, to the Air Chief Marshal]: He didn't say specifically. All he told us was that it was more than whatever our "backwater towelhead military" could conjure up. Panel 6-7: A two-part set of panels centered back on the Air Chief Marshal at his desk. Both with the same setting and layout that we saw in Panel 4. In Panel 6, visibly angered by the backhanded comment (barely contained by decorum), we see the man stand up from his chair forcefully. And in Panel 7, moments later, he moves to the left. His arm reaching back to grab his coat which has been wrapped over the top of the chair behind him this whole time. AIR CHIEF MARSHAL [Panel 6]: (frustrated, angry growl) AIR CHIEF MARSHAL [Cont., glancing slightly at the Pilot Officer; Panel 7]: Alright...five minutes! Page 16, 6 Panels- Hallway/Tarmac, Cairo West Air Base Panel 1: We cut to a hallway setting, showing both the Air Chief Marshal and the Pilot Officer marching down a hallway minutes later toward the doors leading to the base's main tarmac. The Marshal is walking around the right side of the panel, and his subordinate to the left. The gray and black of the hallway visible in the background, meshing to block out any type of noticeable features as the Marshal continues along the train of thought he had in the last panel of the previous page. AIR CHIEF MARSHAL [to the Pilot Officer; translated from Egyptian Arabic]: After that, if I don't like what I hear, I will personally place two bullets in the back of the man's skull. PILOT OFFICER [nodding obediently, staring in front of him; translated from Egyptian Arabic]: Yes, sir... Panel 2-3: A two-part set of panels that cut back to the doors that our two soldiers have been walking toward. The setting moving toward an exterior layout, showing a little section of the base in the middle of the afternoon sun. In Panel 2, we see the Air Chief Marshal and the Pilot Officer burst forth out of the doors placed in the center of the panel view. And in Panel 3, both soldiers move on in stride with the Air Chief taking the lead. The doors closing behind them. Panel 4: Cut to an action shot, taken from the side, of the two men a couple of moments later as they move from left to right toward the position of the mysterious stranger. The action of the base (soldiers, incoming planes and the like) continues on in the background as they move. Some of which you can see starts to shift upon seeing the superior officer on-base passing them. Panel 5-6: A two-part set of panels that starts with a cut back to the infamous William Felton standing at the tarmac. The bright afternoon sky visible behind him in the background. In Panel 5, he sees the two military men move to his position. In Panel 6, the layout changes to take in all three of them as they properly meet each other for the first time. WILLIAM FELTON [with a wide grin, to the Air Chief Marshal; Panel 5]: Air Chief Marshal Mahrez, I believe...a pleasure! The name's William Felton, but...you can call me W. WILLIAM FELTON [Cont., reaching his hand out to the Air Chief Marshal to shake with faux cordiality; Panel 6]: My apologies for the level of subterfuge I had to use to establish this meeting. AIR CHIEF MARSHAL [to William, interjecting politically; Panel 6]: And you can forgive us an air of caution, given everything we've been through the past 24 hours Mr. Felton. WILLIAM FELTON [Panel 6, Bubble 2]: Of course, Air Marshal. And please call me William... AIR CHIEF MARSHAL [uneasy; Panel 6, Bubble 2]: Right...