James Brighton Society, Chapter 4: Pages 21-22

Page 21, 6 Panels- Street corner/Robin's Apartment, Washington D.C.

Panel 1-3: A three-part set of panels that center on an action shot of the two of them walking back to the ship that got them there over the course of a few minutes. You can see Robin, in Panel 1, have the device firmly gripped in her left hand. Her weapon now firmly slipped into her holster as she speaks, slowly piecing together the call that'll come later.

DET. RANDOLPH [Cont. to Officer Reese, Panel 1]: First though, I wanna head home and get a few bits of rest. Then I want to loop Grem in, see if he can translate the P.A.L. for me, find out who was behind the voice. OFFICER REESE [notices the glint in her eye, to Det. Randolph; Panel 1]: Look at you! You almost sound like you're enjoying the P.I. life. Thinking of a career change? DET. RANDOLPH [dismissive, Panel 2]: It's fun, no question. But I'll stick with this one, for now anyway. OFFICER REESE [curious, Panel 2]: Why, you worried about what the other guys on the force will think of you? DET. RANDOLPH [chuckles, Panel 3]: Hell no! I wanna find a way to kick their pudgy asses into respecting me. It doesn't work...who knows! OFFICER REESE [chuckles, Panel 3]: You'll loop me in for a few punches, right? DET. RANDOLPH [Panel 3, Bubble 2]: Of course, mi hermano...

Panel 4: We move to a half-hour later at Tasha's apartment. The focus of the panel is centered mostly on her front door as the young woman steps inside. You can see on her face, as she passes through the doorway, the first sign of exhaustion finally appearing as a result of everything that's happened.

DET. RANDOLPH [thought bubble]: Warm bath...

Panel 5-6: A two-part set of panels that moves toward a wider shot of the area, including part of the couch toward the right sides of both panels. You can see in the foreground Ms. Randolph's phone as she slowly moves forward toward the reader. In Panel 5, she takes out her baton and casually flings it onto the couch. In the next panel, her lethargic movement and inner monologue's stopped by the sound of the phone ringing which she answers.

DET. RANDOLPH [Cont., thought bubble; Panel 5]: Nap in warm bath to Raquel Meller...then I'll call up-- DET. RANDOLPH [speaking to Grem with a tiny bit of surprise into the receiver, Panel 6]: Grem! GREM [from the receiver, to Det. Randolph; Panel 6]: Aye, it's me Detective…

Page 22, 4 Panels- Payphone booth Arlington Virginia

Panel 1: We open on a close-up of the immortal Irishman's face, standing in what appears to be a phone booth somewhere in Arlington. It's covered in sweat and dirt from the fight he had with his own clockwork thug earlier.

DET. RANDOLPH [from the receiver perturbed, to Grem]: How the hell did you get this number? GREM [to Det. Randolph, keeping himself upright]: Operator in D.C.…a lovely woman named Greta. The rest was mostly just guessing that you'd be at your place by now. DET. RANDOLPH [from the receiver, Bubble 2]: Right. It is fortunate though since I was just about to phone you anyway. I had done some work on old cold cases in the Capitol when… GREM [interjecting hurriedly, Bubble 2]: A mecha hood from the JBS attacked you out of the blue talking about "The Magog Shall Rise" and "All non-believers shall be cleansed." DET. RANDOLPH [surprised, Bubble 3]: How did you know?

Panel 2: Same setting as the previous panel. The layout widens slightly, taking in a little more of Grem's chest and stomach. His work clothes as torn and battered as his face is, which is also visible in the form of bruises on his neck and red stains on his arms. You can see him reach for something off-panel on his side as he speaks.

GREM [Cont. with a weary nod]: Same thing happened to me in Arlington. I recognize who the voizz... DET. RANDOLPH [from the receiver]: Are you alright? You sound like warmed-over roadkill.

Panel 3-4: A two-part set of panels that start out in the same setting as the previous panel. The layout taking in the rest of his body down to his knees; Fragarach holstered to his side on the right. Panel 3 comprises of an action shot, showing Mr. Allen ripping out a chunk of metal that had lingered in his stomach, forming a ring of red on his shirt. In Panel 4, a second later, he starts to get a little woozier, verging on the edge of passing out.

GREM [pained, Panel 3]: GAHHH! Cursed Hades! DET. RANDOLPH [from the receiver, worried; Panel 3]: Grem? What was that? GREM [confidently, loosening his grip on the receiver; Panel 4]: I'm alright, Detective. Just...a splinter. I was gonna say I...I know who made the messig...