The Boo-Ya! #2: Pages 19-20

Page 19, 7 Panels- Situation Room, NATO's ETA Division, Brussels Belgium Panel 1: Cut to a shot of the Prime Minister's face a moment later. Her body placed in the same type of position that we saw her in in the second to last panel of the previous page. The rage that was in her voice in that panel has settled slightly to a growl as she finishes off the remaining portion of her statement. ITALIAN PRIME MINISTER [Cont.]: The ladies...or whatever they are...will go through our legal system and, if convicted, will face punishment for their crimes just like any other citizen of this country. Panel 2: Cut to a shot of the good Commander in the same position that we saw her in at the end of the previous page. Her body language tightens up, and her arm stretches out in a contending fashion at the command from the head of state. You can see the faces of one of the advisors looking on with befuddlement as the scene continues on. COMMANDER WEBER [trying to push her point overtop of the Italian Prime Minister]: Mrs. Buffon, with all due respect--there is more to these creatures than you know. I suspect the plane has some type of advance artificial intelligence that we've never seen before. Not to mention the possibility of foreign biological agents-- Panel 3: Same setting/layout as Panel 1. Prime Minister Buffon leans back into her chair and lets out a hearty chuckle in response to the Commander's statement. The first flicker of a smile coming over her face as she looks up toward the sky. All the while, the camera filming her remains steady. PRIME MINISTER BUFFON [dismissively]: Now you're crossing into the realm of the ridiculous, Commander Weber! If we find something worthy of bringing to your...organization's attention, we will call you. Panel 4: Same setting/layout as Panel 2. We see the good Commander, in her body language and tone of voice, still trying with the last shred of thought and skill she can to fight for her cause. Her advisor (the one that is visible to the left of the panel view), however, doesn't appear to be as optimistic to the cause's success. COMMANDER WEBER: But Prime Minister, I-- PRIME MINISTER BUFFON [stretching in from Panel 3, above and to the left of the Commander; threatening]: If I find your people anywhere close to my nation's borders, I will not hesitate to arrest them and you for invading a sovereign country without justification. COMMANDER WEBER [Bubble 2]: But-- PRIME MINISTER BUFFON [Bubble 2]: Is that understood?! Panel 5-7: Same setting/layout as Panel 3. The good Commander looks on with a sense of defeat and frustration as her hands land with a thud on the hardwood of the conference table. In Panel 6, a minute passes and the frustration starts to shift toward one of contemplative thought. And in Panel 7, after another minute passes, Ms. Weber lets out a sustained chuckle upon discovering the answer to her development. COMMANDER WEBER [to Prime Minister; Panel 5]: Yes, ma'am... COMMANDER WEBER [muttering to herself, directed at PM Buffon; Panel 6]: Ficken hündin! Page 20, 7 Panels- Situation Room, NATO's ETA Division, Brussels Belgium Panel 1-2: Same setting as the last panel of the previous page. The layout shifts slightly toward a side shot, taking in one of the advisors seated on the opposite side of the table watching the Commander as her laughter reaches its peak and subsides. In Panel 2, the advisor stands up from his chair. Ms. Weber, meanwhile, looks back up from the table to the left in the direction of the screen. COMMANDER WEBER [realization; Panel 1]: Of course--- ADVISOR #1 [to Commander Weber, confused; Panel 1]: Ma'am? COMMANDER WEBER [Panel 2]: The Covert Advance Team! Their unique skills, not to mention their stealth tech, should be enough to sneak in and retrieve our alien visitors before the Italians even know what hit them. Panel 3: Close-up on the good Commander's face a split second later. Her body now straightened out from its previous crouching position. A renewed spark of inspiration now flowing through the whole of her body as she speaks. She looks over in the direction of her underling to address him and lay out the details behind what she's thinking. COMMANDER WEBER [Cont., to Advisor #1]: Has the team returned from the Caucasus? ADVISOR #1 [Off-Panel, to Commander Weber]: Two and a half days ago roughly, Commander. Panel 4: Cut to a shot of the Advisor slowly walking along the side of the table in the direction of his superior officer. The confusion that he displayed earlier has dissipated slightly compared to when we saw him in the start of the page. Though not enough to completely fade from his body. ADVISOR #1 [Cont.]: But they're still owed another 10 hours before they can be sent back out to the battlefield. Panel 5: Cut to the other side of the table where Advisor #2 is still seated. He nods in agreement to the statement, organizing a set of documents laid out on the table in front of him. His gaze focused in the same direction of the table as Advisor #1. The background behind him has a smart, simple yet powerful design that is similar to the Situation Room in the White House. ADVISOR #2 [following along Advisor #1's train of thought]: It was a dictum from the main office, making sure non-platoons outfits aren't overused by their Commanders. Panel 6-7: Back to the Commander at the same moment, listening to her advisors as they speak. She lets out a groan at the development, but not one that is readily angry. A few moments later, in Panel 7, Ms. Weber gathers herself once more and sets on to her original train of thought. COMMANDER WEBER [groans; Panel 6]: Right... COMMANDER WEBER [Cont., to the Advisors; Panel 7]: Get them briefed and up in the air towards the Moltrasio police station the second it's legally allowed.