Old Scars, Chapter 1: Part 1.2

Page 3 Panel 1: A three-part set of panels that consist of different snapshots from the brawl that takes place shortly after. Whether it's the Oberfelwebel clocking our hero with a right jab....

Panel 2: ...or Grem a short time later countering with a jab straight to the former soldier's stomach...

Panel 3: In the final set, Kimmich whips out a Swiss army knife; its blade gleaming slightly underneath a street light.

Panel 4: Mr. Allen holds back a chuckle, watching with a great deal of confidence as his foe rushes in for a thrust. You can see the bruises and patches of blood all over said face from the fight that came before.

GREM

(sarcastic) Really repping the "Master Race" there, amadán...!

Panel 5: Action shot of the blade shattering mere moments later as it strikes the uber strong metal covering he's wearing underneath his light blue buttoned up workshirt.

GREM

(Cont., Off-Panel) I mean, I was in brawls when your departed Fuhrer was still a failed doodler!

Panel 6: We move to another action shot a few beats later, showing Grem coming back with a standing sidekick that finally knocks the war criminal out cold.

Panel 7: A smile comes across the immortal Irishman's face as the fight finally comes to an end; a little stretch for the sore muscles as he speaks.

GREM

That's the 10th one in a month. Now, to continue tradition, a celebratory pint or four. I believe I passed a pub somewhere nearby in the middle of the chase.

Page 4

Panel 1: Slight close-up on Mr. Allen's face a short time later, watching a streak of white in the sky as it pops by above him.

GREM

(mildly intrigued) Huh, been a while since I seen a shooting star in daytime. Quite pretty...!

Panel 2: We jump to him a short time later back on the Emerald Isle, flying off in the direction to drop off his cargo. You can see the sound effects from his console signifying an incoming message.

Panel 3: Cut to a shot of Miriam on the view screen, dressed in a silky bright red dress; a bright and silky background behind her.

MIRIAM

(friendly, to Grem) Hey there, you two! Looks like I caught you in the middle of a job.

MIRIAM

(Bubble 2; reacting to Panel 4, Bubble 1) That's a little unusual given your past work.

Panel 4: Grem chuckles lightly and gives a slight nod; his focus split between the screen and the sky. You can see Athena's furry face in the background, looking on with a happy (for a cat) expression on her face.

GREM

End of job, actually. Just scooping up a jackboot to deliver to the trials starting up in Alsace.

GREM

(Bubble 2; reacting to Panel 3, Bubble 2) Special case. Helping out a friend of mine who lives next to me, had some fam in Vittel.

Panel 5: Back to Miriam in the same setting/layout as Panel 3. Upon hearing the explanation, you can see her mind start to shift the conversation to another point as it pops up.

MIRIAM

Ah. Speaking of friends- how's the woman you met with that business against the JBS?

Panel 6: Mr. Allen steers slightly to the right upon some other point in the distance coming toward the Isle. You can see his brain pulling through a minimal amount of thought into the answer.

GREM

Natasha? She's good. She's holding down the office while I'm out.