James Brighton Society, Chapter 8: Pages 19-20
Page 19, 4 Panels- Street across from Fireland, Jeddah Saudi Arabia
Panel 1: We move to a rear shot of the invading force moving slowly toward what the world sees as a perfectly harmless trash dump. The commanders are seen in the foreground of the grouping, with one of them issuing a command to the underlings standing behind them in offensive ready positions.
COMMANDER #1 [to the Troops]: Once security on the front entrance is taken out, we split into two teams and do not engage till you see the suspects. COMMANDER #2 [angered, to the Troops]: Anyone fires a single bloody round at an innocent outside the battleground, and I'll gut you with your own spinal column. That clear? TROOPS [collectively]: Yes, sir! COMMANDER #1 [Cont., Bubble 2]: Good! Now remember, the Grand Vizier wants Allen taken alive. COMMANDER #2 [Bubble 2]: As for his towelhead collaborators, there's no such restriction. Now... COMMANDER #1 [Bubble 3]: LET'S MOVE!
Panel 2-3: A two-part set of panels that centers on the same setting and layout as the previous panel. In Panel 2, as they move as a force, you can see a metal ball being launched up into the early evening sky. In the next panel, moments later, the metal ball releases a powerful sonic blast that reverberates in all directions.
Panel 4: Cut to a shot from the sky looking down showing the Troia Nova troops being sent to the ground in considerable pain by the powerful sonic weapon that was launched moments ago. You can see some of the men in the background drop their powerful guns to the ground as a result of the waves.
Page 20, 5 Panels- Skies, Jeddah Saudi Arabia
Panel 1: We move to a shot of Grem seated at the flying carpet, watching the blast from the last panel of the previous page. The shield lies on his lap, with his bag and the sword (already inside his bag). He appears visibly impressed by the scene as they take off to the skies which appear in the background, along with the top of the battle dome in the background as he speaks.
GREM [Cont., to Mona]: I see you modified on my design.
Panel 2: Cut back to a shot of Mona's face at the front of the carpet. She's leaning over, holding on to the steering tassels with great ease and bravado, firing back at the Irishman's remark from earlier. Behind her, in the background, you can see one of the metal piles that were briefly seen a few pages back.
MONA [witty, to Grem]: You say modified, I say...made it better. Definitely gave it more of a stretch than those little tin toys you made.
Panel 3-4: A two-part set of panels that focuses back on Gremlin in the same setting and layout as the first panel. In Panel 3, he nods in agreement to the piece of criticism Ms. Ahmaddi had given her, though with a slight corrective edge at the end of it. In the next panel, moments later, his train of thought gets interrupted by the sound of buzzing coming from the bottom left of the panel view.
GREM [Panel 3]: Valid point, but did you name yours the Little Bastard? MONA [Off-Panel, Panel 3]: Obviously not, because that is a thoroughly absurd name to give a weapon. GREM [Panel 3, Bubble 2]: Not to the schmuck who hears it. They'll be busy off saying... GREM [concerned, Panel 4]: Oh shite!
Panel 5: Cut to a side shot of Mona and Fatima at the front of the carpet moments later. Mona begins to turn the tassels toward her left in order to avoid the weapon as it moves quickly to their position. Off-panel, the buzzing that was in place in the previous panel has grown in noise from the same bottom left panel position.
FATIMA [reacting to Grem's concern]: Rocket launcher with unknown powerful payload... MONA [following on Fatima's train of thought]: One of the soldiers must have had enough to fire off a response...hang on!