The Boo-Ya! #3: Pages 3-4

Page 3, 7 Panels- Transport plane somewhere above the border between Switzerland and Italy Panel 1: Same setting/layout as the last panel of the previous page. Just as the two soldiers from Page 1 could be within viewing distance of the fugitive Ms. Cartwright, an alarm blares throughout the plane. She looks up toward the ceiling of the plane to listen to the command from the pilot. A look of relief over her face and her body as the floor mat lowers down toward waist level. PILOT [over the loud speakers]: Strap in everyone, looks like we're not heading to Moltrasio. The Commander wants us back at base. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [pleasatntly surprised]: ...Or the pilot saves me by turning the plane back to base. Panel 2-3: Close-up on the Robin's face a few seconds later. The full weight of the context behind that decision starts to sink into her head, sparking a sense of fear and deep foreboding doom that has just come into view. The background around her flashes a tint of red as the alarm continues on overtop the Pilot's announcement and the Private's rambling. In Panel 3, we see the young woman shake her head PILOT [Cont., over the speakers; Panel 2]: I know you guys were itching for a fight. But I guess the boss got spooked for whatever reason over what was latched off the craft. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [panicked, realizing what's about to come; Panel 2]: Oh shit! Um...I'm probably gonna get court-martialed for this aren't I? PILOT [Cont., Panel 3]: Whatever--save any grumbling and bullshitting till we touch down back in Brussels! PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [shaking her head, with a little metaphorical puffed up chest to her voice; Panel 3]: Frack that noise! I've gone this damn far... Panel 4-6: A three-part set of panels, connecting to form a single scene, that follow the Private as she moves from left to right in the direction of the ship's rear hatch. The alarms have finally stopped blaring at this point. The bulk of her movement taken in individual snapshot moments as she sidesteps past boxes (Panel 4) and over certain objects that lie in her wait (Panel 5 and Panel 6) with a degree of clumsiness. Her eyes looking toward the periphery in each panel in the direction of the seated soldiers, making sure none of them can actually see her moving. Her bravery increasing with each preceding panel. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont.; Panel 4]: I'm. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont.; Panel 5]: Not. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont.; Panel 6]: Stopping. Panel 7: Close-up a minute later on a single red button that operates the rear hatch doors manually surrounded by a square console. All we see is Robin's hand smashing down on the button. In the background, to the left of the panel view, you can hear the first set of gears to the metal doors start to operate, preceding their coming activation. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., with force]: NOW! Page 4, 5 Panels- Transport plane over the northwestern section of Italy Panel 1: We pull back slightly a minute later, showing the plane's rear hatch doors that are very nearly opened. The black of the night sky and the stars twinkling on it in the background of Ms. Cartwright as she speaks. She turns around slightly, waiting for the doors to fully open up. Her right arm reaching out to grab the parachute that can be seen hanging on a strap next to her, looking out in front of her as the commotion of soldiers start to charge toward her position. In terms of the positioning of her feet, she's just right at the edge of SOLDIER [Off-Panel, to Private Cartwright]: FREEZE! PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [to the Soldiers, waving with her other hand]: Ah, hey guys! Um...about that "FREEZE!" thing. I'm gonna have to say-- Panel 2: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A second later, we see Robin grabbing the parachute and starting to loop it over her right arm. Her back subsequently turned toward them in preparation to take the first step out the rear doors (which are now fully opened) of the plane. With her free hand, as this goes on, she gives the soldiers off-panel a quick middle finger that punctuates the meaning behind her statement as the other arm loops over the other strap to the parachute. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., snarkily]: Cnuch dim! Panel 3-4: A two-part set of panels that are centered on a more exterior shot looking back inside the plane. In Panel 3, we see the Private laughing and sliding down the metal door like a slide, locking in the belt straps to the parachute as she moves. She also makes herself be as small as she can in order to avoid the flurry of bullets that buzz past her as she slides. In Panel 4, fully strapped in with the chute, Robin reaches the end and formally starts to push off from the edge with both her hands. PRIVATE ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [to the soldiers, with unabashed pride; Panel 4]: Hwyl fawr... Panel 5: Full body shot of Ms. Cartwright falling down from the plane toward the ground below. The transport plane seen in the top right corner of the panel view, quickly falling out of sight as the soldiers start to give up and quickly raise the rear hatch doors back up. As for our human heroine, you can see an immediate glint of joy and adrenaline-fueled excitement at what she's doing. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., in a full throated yell]: CNUCHIWRS!!