James Brighton Society, Chapter 1: Pages 21-22

Page 21, 6 Panels- Living Room, JBS Headquarters, Arlington Virginia Panel 1: Cut to a shot of the mystery object in question as the glow from the energy dissipates, revealing a concrete golem to the stunned and fascinated room. It stands at well over 6 feet tall, draped in battle armor with a face that can only be described as monstrous. You can hear, from some of the people that can be seen in the background, audible gasps and murmurs among themselves over the mystery object. Panel 2: We move to a close-up shot of one of the other patrons at the party, a gray-haired rotund man dressed in the usual black tux. He lowers his martini glass down toward the lower section of the panel view, displaying a clear level of anger on his face. You can see the same type of look on another person next to them to the right of the panel view. PATRON [to GV Jones]: What madness is this... Panel 3: Cut to a close-up shot of another patron a second later, standing at another part of the room. He's a slightly skinnier chap with auburn hair that is balding at this moment. He has the same look of disgust that was on the first patron's face in the previous panel, though he doesn't have a glass of alcohol in his right hand. PATRON #2 [to GV Jones]: This hardly seems like a "super-weapon," Grand Vizier. PATRON #3 [Off-Panel right]: Can it be taught out to our boys in the field? Panel 4: We move to another part of the room where we see the reaction of another patron to the concrete armored golem. He's the only person in the room who isn't dressed in a tux, but rather the uniform of a U.S. Army Commander. The man isn't as offended or angered as the others, but is slightly impressed by the mystery object. PATRON #3 [Cont., to GV Jones]: I wouldn't mind taking that voodoo BS into Italy to give Mussolini a good kick in the nuts. Panel 5-6: Cut in Panel 5 to a shot of the Grand Vizier a few moments later, standing next to the massive golem who appears on the right side of the panel view. He puts his right arm over his creation, flashing a charming smile to the crowd that stretches on through to Panel 6. The charm is turned up a few notches as he gets back to the business at hand once more. GV JONES [to Patron #3 as well as the room, Panel 5]: This isn't the weapon I'm talking about. I just wanted to provide you fine folks a free display of my power, in case any of you were getting cold feet and thinking about leaving the Society. The real weapon... GV JONES [Cont., leading with his free left hand toward an empty path toward the hallway; Panel 6]: ...is right this way! Page 22, 5 Panels- Steve Brennan's Apartment, Georgetown area of Washington D.C. Panel 1: Cut to a shot a little under half an hour outside the apartment building where Steve Brennan had called home. The snow is still falling at the same pace that we saw earlier in the issue, as a pair of cars pass to and fro on the road below. You can hear in the top right of the panel view off in the distance the roar of engines coming from Grem's Emerald Isle. Panel 2: We move to a shot higher up in the building showing our hero as he flies the ship over the building's seventh floor, stopping in position in the middle of the floor. The background behind him a mix of white flakes, black cloudy skies, and the glare of yellow from the lights below. You can see the immortal Irishman looking over at the window as he starts to stand up from his pilot's chair. GREM [inner monologue caption]: This is the place...hopefully. Panel 3-4: A two-part set of panels taken from the side in the same setting as the previous panel. In Panel 3, Grem can be seen bending down as if he's about to lunge toward the nearby window, which he does in the next image of his that appears in the panel. The images continues on in Panel 4, following our hero as he moves closer and closer with the same type of time-lapsed imagery till finally... GREM [inner monologue caption, Panel 3]: Ship's in neutral. My gear's in the pack. All I need's to time the jump right and pray nothing stabby happens, either to me or him. GREM [inner monologue caption, Panel 4]: And if it does, well... Panel 5: Action shot of him breaking through the glass window a handful of moments later. The sea of broken glass spraying forward like little flakes at the same moment. You can see a little section of a building across the street in the background, along with a gust of snowflakes coming in to the room from outside. GREM [Cont.]: A good fight makes a pretty nifty Christmas present!