Old Scars, Chapter 1: Part 4.1

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Panel 1: A two-part set of panels that focuses on the UK airship. We see the long blade spinning quickly toward the lower base of the ship. Then, suddenly...

Panel 2: ...the ship disappears in the second part; the blade already dipping down toward the street below.

Caption

(Grem)

"Huh. That was both surprising and not, after my previous test a month ago."

Panel 3: A swooping shot of the Isle dipping down to catch the Fragarach before it can crash onto the street below.

Panel 4: Close-up on the ship a beat later, as it tilts back up again shortly after catching the blade. You can hear a "CLUNK!" sound off-panel signifying that fact.

GREM

(looking on the bright side) On the plus side...I know how off the weight distribution is now.

MIRIAM

(mild chuckle) You're welcome...! Though the question of the disappearing airship lingers unanswered.

Panel 5: We move to a slight close-up on Mr. Allen a beat later, subtly nodding agreement at the opinion given; his happy casualness dimming slightly connected to that prospective.

GREM

Aye...a tomorrow problem. Hopefully!

Caption

(Grem)

"Any word from your compatriots?"

Page 20 Panel 1: We move to a shot of the two of them at a table in the cafe mentioned by Miriam earlier; each of them nursing a drink and a bowl of papadum in the center of the table. It's placed in the middle of the fairly busy dining area.

MIRIAM

A few from the west were able to report in. It'll probably be till the coming afternoon that I should hear from the rest.

GREM

What did they say?

Panel 2: Action shot focusing on Miriam picking up one of the papadum chips as she replies.

MIRIAM

(sighs) They got hit with the same police action that we did, though not with the same good fortune. Most of them are in hiding at the moment or in jail.

Panel 3: Grem leans back in his chair with a deep look of sympathy to the plight; his right hand on the table just in front of his pint of Guinness.

GREM

By the gods...sorry to hear that. Ya need assistance on a jail break? It's been many moons since I've done one of those. All I need is pound the rest of this Guinness, and...

Panel 4: Back to Miriam in the same setting and layout as Panel 2, chomping away at the chip she picked up in the aforementioned panel.

MIRIAM

(interjecting, lovingly dismissive) No need. I already have an established system for such a scenario. I rang Tina at the base just before the food arrived, and I haven't heard back yet...

Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. Just as she says it, a few moments later, her comm chirps with an incoming message.

MIRIAM

That may be her now. One second...