James Brighton Society, Chapter 6: Pages 15-16
Page 15, 6 Panels- Grem's Laboratory/Safe House, Washington D.C./Lyon, France
Panel 1: Cut to a shot of the immortal Irishman standing in front of his desk, tweaking the circuitry in the interior of his shamrock vest. At the top end of the desk, you can see what looks like a phone receiver with a series of buttons underneath it, illuminated by the glow of a lamp flashing from right to left off-panel.
MIRIAM [from the receiver, to Grem]: So, what kind of help are you looking for? GREM [thinking, to Miriam]: I need assistance to help infiltrate this New Year's Eve party the Society's throwing in Alexandria. Don't know what they got planned, but pretty strong whatever it is...is related to everything that's gone down this crazy week. MIRIAM [Bubble 2]: Covert acts were were never really my forte. GREM [Cont., Bubble 2]: I know. But you have some contacts in the resistance who are skilled in the covert arts, along with a few of our magical peeps we've met over the years. MIRIAM [interjecting from the receiver, to Grem; Bubble 3]: It sounds like you're looking for a "hiding in plain sight" type of help here. GREM [Bubble 3]: Basically, yeah. Preferably without going full invisible 'cause--man, do those spells always give me the bends!
Panel 2: We move to a shot of Miriam on the other end, holding a receiver up to her ear and standing a few steps away from the main similar looking receiver on the wall. You can see in the background a couch to her left positioned just above a window, which displays a little snapshot of the Lyon nightscape nearby.
MIRIAM [sighs, pondering]: What about that trickster goddess who helped us awhile back against the dragon rampage in India?
Panel 3: Back to Grem in a similar setting as the first panel. The layout switching to focus squarely on his face, reacting to the initial thought. His mind clicking on the image of who precisely she's talking about. You can see in the background the white of the walls illuminated by the lamps which reflect from the metal to his face.
GREM [curious]: Azeban? Interesting...Is she even in the States though?
Panel 4-5: A two-part set of panels that moves back to Miriam in the same setting and layout that we saw in Panel 2. In Panel 4, she nods slightly at the question, though not with any semblance of confidence at it. In the next panel, her focus is shifted toward the main board, noticing a flashing red bulb in the top row of the console.
MIRIAM [Panel 4]: I believe so. The last I heard from her, she was down in Tennessee somewhere making fighter planes for the U.S. Department of Defense. Not that hard to believe she's in D.C. with some military high-ends, partying in one of the Magi-bars. GREM [from the receiver, Panel 4]: True. If she is, I've got a good idea which one. MIRIAM [Panel 4, Bubble 2]: I figured as much... MIRIAM [Cont., Panel 5]: I have to go. Yvette and Jean Michel should be coming from the front with info on troop movement. GREM [from the receiver, Panel 5]: I should head out too, M. Someone's on the other line, and I gotta feed Athena. MIRIAM [understanding; Panel 5, Bubble 2]: Of course.
Panel 6: Action shot of Grem in the same setting and layout that we saw in Panel 3. We see him reaching over with his free left hand to press a button, flashing in relatively the same position on his console than we saw in the previous panel. You can see him flashing a warm smile to his friend as he speaks.
GREM [to Miriam]: May the gods and saints keep you functioning as always, dear friend... MIRIAM [from the receiver]: You too, Gremlin. Any time you're in southern France, give me a ring yeah? We can always use more bodies to drive Adolf out. Or at least give the locals some entertainment. GREM [Bubble 2]: Of course, once this shite dies down. Tell your céile I say hi! MIRIAM [Bubble 2]: I will, bye!
Page 16, 5 Panels- Grem's Laboratory/PT Dirigible, Washington D.C.
Panel 1: Same setting/layout as the first panel of the previous page. A split second after pressing the button (which is now a solid red), we see Gremlin lean back slightly while keeping a straight pose on the stool. His right hand laying on the desktop next to the vest as he speaks and listens.
GREM [to Tasha]: Tasha! What's going on? TASHA [from the receiver]: Captain Lennox...he shot me!
Panel 2: Cut to a shot of a visibly in-pain Tasha holding a phone in her right hand, leaning against the wall of the phone booth inside the PT Dirigible she got in a few pages back. Her shoulder wrapped up in a tourniquet made from one of the sleeves of her old police uniform that she wore earlier. You can see from the window behind her a little bit of the seated area around where it is. You can also see the folders stacked in a pillar near her left leg.
TASHA [Cont.]: He found out about what happened at Hart from some Capitol officers, an--[grrg] and I called him out for being in the Society. GREM [from the receiver]: Shite! Credit for ballsiness, but...you okay? The officers chasing you? TASHA [Bubble 2]: I'm okay, at least for someone who's now unemployed...the tourniquet's holding up. As for the officers...I have no idea. I've just been going on the assumption they are. GREM [Bubble 2]: Usually a good one, from my experience. Where are you?
Panel 3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. She looks over her shoulder at the glass behind her, trying to get a good look at the windows that are near the booth. As she moves, you can see the grimaces of pain that accompany the movement in her body at that point in time, all the while holding the receiver to her ear.
TASHA: I'm on PTD-828. I think...somewhere near Foggy Bottom. GREM [from the receiver]: Nice, not that far from the apartment. I'll be there in a few minutes.
Panel 4: Cut to an action shot of Mr. Allen grabbing the vest off the desktop and quickly putting it on. His head is tilted down closer to the receiver as a result of the prior movement, flashing a grin in terms of the answer that is already buzzing about in his head at that moment.
GREM [Cont.]: If (or when) I find any police cruisers chasing ya, I think I might be able to take 'em out. TASHA [from the receiver]: What? How?!
Panel 5-6: Back to Ms. Randolph in the same setting and layout that we saw in Panel 3. She turns back in front, making their way to the right of the panel view where the doors to the phone booth are located. In Panel 6, she stops for a moment just in front of the main receiver to the right of the panel, looking out in the same direction she walked toward in the previous panel.
TASHA [Panel 5]: Grem, how would you-- SOUND EFFECT [from the receiver, Panel 5]: CLICK! TASHA [to herself, Panel 6]: Right... TASHA [thought bubble, Panel 6]: Should've kept the cane!