The Boo-Ya! #2: Pages 17-18

Page 17, 6 Panels- Police Storage Locker, Moltrasio Italy/ NATO's ETA Division, Brussels Belgium Panel 1-2: A two-part set of panels that starts on a side shot of the same area that we saw in the last panel of the previous page. In Panel 1, Nessa reaches through the gap in the metal bars, grabbing the officer (firmly off-panel at this point) by the collar. In Panel 2, just as she's about to forcefully pull him out of the area, we cut to a front shot of Commander Weber walking down a hallway back at the ETA headquarters in Brussels with a set of advisors on both sides. Her head tilting back in the direction of an underling walking a couple of steps behind her. COMMANDER WEBER [Off-Panel; Panel 1]: Where did the ship land? OFFICER [Off-Panel, to the Commander; Panel 1]: It was on top of a church in a small town outside Moltrasio in Italy. COMMANDER WEBER [to the Officer, Panel 2]: Any word on on the OWIs inside the craft? OFFICER [to the Commander, Panel 2]: No, ma'am. The Italian government has instituted a media blackout in the region. Though there are rumors scattering around social media of shots being fired in the area of the crash site. COMMANDER WEBER [Panel 2, Bubble 2]: Fucking Italians... Panel 3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A second later, the good Commander turns to one of her advisors to the left of her for further advice. The others still following pace both behind and to the right as the hallway around them changes slightly to take in the constant change in the scenery. COMMANDER WEBER [Cont., to Advisor #1]: How many planes and bodies can we put toward retrieving the UFO and the otherworldly immigrants without creating an international incident? ADVISOR #1 [baffled, at a loss for words; to Commander Weber]: Um, well I--with all due respect, ma'am, that-- ADVISOR #2 [interjecting, with a little bit of surprise and anger; to Commander Weber]: Is quite impossible! Panel 4: Cut to a close-up shot of Advisor #2, dressed in a nice looking gray suit with a white shirt shown within the V-like shape of the dress coat. Her hair cut in a short, military appropriate style that gels well with the rest of her face. Her eyes show off a flickering mix of rage and contention to the plan. ADVISOR #2 [Cont.]: The NATO Charter strictly forbids us going into the territory of any sovereign nation without evidence of a coming attack and the consent of their executive. Not to mention the PR nightmare that would come from-- Panel 5-6: We move to a side shot of Ms. Weber's stoic face a split second later. In Panel 5, she forcefully shuts down the protestations of the Advisor with the authority of her position. And in Panel 6, we see her turn her attention toward a door at the end of the hallway that appears on the left side of the panel view. COMMANDER WEBER [to Advisors #1 and #2, Panel 5]: I did not ask for your opinion on the matter...just the numbers! COMMANDER WEBER [Cont., Panel 6]: As for the other matter of notifying the Italian Prime Minister... Page 18, 5 Panels- Situation Room, NATO's ETA Division, Brussels Belgium Panel 1: Half-page sized shot showing an image of the Italian Prime Minister projected onto a big screen TV. She's in her 50s with regal looking brown hair dressed in a dark blue pantsuit with a pin of the Italian flag on her lapel. Underneath the screen, you can see a long conference table that's rectangular in size. The oak of the table is made brighter by the presence of bright lights that flicker on automatically from the ceiling lights. She glances up toward the off-panel door and notices the Commander and her entourage enter the room. The background behind the head of state is regal and refined with an end table placed next to the chair she's seated at. COMMANDER WEBER [Off-Panel, to the Prime Minister]: Buongiorno, Madame Prime Minister. ITALIAN PRIME MINISTER [not amused, to Commander Weber]: Commander...what in god's name have you unleashed on my country? Panel 2: Cut to a shot of the Commander's face a few moments later, walking through the doorway into the room. Her eyes focused squarely in the direction of the Prime Minister on-screen, displaying a sense of power and purpose that comes as easy as breathing to her. Meanwhile, her advisors can be seen breaking off in two separate directions to take a seat at the table as she speaks. COMMANDER WEBER [defensive]: What the hell makes you think we caused this? We were the ones trying to contain the damn thing! All we need is send our men in to retrieve the craft and whoever were piloting it. Panel 3: We move to a shot of the Prime Minister from the screen, still seated in her chair at the executive mansion in Milan. Her right fist squeezing the armrest harder than we saw in Panel 1. Her mild non-amusement has now grown toward one of great anger, though she does a good job of keeping her emotions from bursting out overtly. ITALIAN PRIME MINISTER [accusatory]: For starters, Commander, there was the false alarm UFO in Rome in 2013 that nearly resulted in a full-scale riot. Not to mention the time your organization detained our national football team before EURO 2008 because you thought our star striker was from the outer ring of Jupiter! ITALIAN PRIME MINISTER [Cont., Bubble 2]: 4 officers are dead in Moltrasio, and a church that is centuries old is in ruins thanks to your incompetence... Panel 4: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A few seconds later, the Prime Minister leans forward from her chair toward the camera. A little more of the rage that was barely contained back in Panel 3 has started to come up into view at this point in the page. Her voice ringing with disbelief as she finishes her statement. ITALIAN PRIME MINISTER [Cont.]: What makes you think your wasteful organization deserves another chance? Especially since the mayor of Moltrasio has notified me that they've already got in custody the creatures who piloted the 'spaceship.' Panel 5: Back to the good Commander in a similar setting to the one we saw in Panel 2. The layout changing slightly as she stops moving around the top left corner of the conference table. She's taken aback by the news from the head of state, which is very much new to her. You can see by the scrunching of her mouth that she's gritting her teeth slightly, keeping herself from going out into a full outburst. COMMANDER WEBER [slightly stilted]: Th--They're already in jail?! If that's true, we should be allowed to examine the creatures. We must find out where they come from, what their physiology is. I mean, ma'am, this is-- ITALIAN PRIME MINISTER [interjecting over top of the Commander]: We have it settled-- COMMANDER WEBER [Bubble 2]: This is the biggest event in the history of our species! We have to-- ITALIAN PRIME MINISTER [more forcefully, Bubble 2]: We have it settled, Commander!