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Lady Sabre by Rucka & Burchett
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Simone & Ajax by Andrew Pepoy
Trekker by Ron RandallInks by Horacio Ottolini, Colors by Melissa Kaercher
Originally appeared in Femme Noir: The Dark City Diaries, Issue #1
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PAGE NINETEEN
PANEL 1. The burly guy stands.
GUY: IT'S TOO PUBLIC IN HERE.
GUY: LET'S STEP INTO MY OFFICE.
PANEL 2. High angle looking down on the alley behind the bar. Usual alley detritus – broken crates, garbage cans, puddles on the ground, loose newspaper blowing in the wind. Light comes from the street and a bare bulb over the bar's back door. The guy, hands in pockets, is about halfway into the alley, while Noir, still passing through the door, follows him. Right next to the door is a trash can with a lid.
GUY: THIS IS BETTER.
NOIR: OKAY, ENOUGH STALLING. TALK TO ME.
PANEL 3. The guy turns around, massive revolver in his fist.
GUY: I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT ONTO ME, DOLL…
GUY: …BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER.
PANEL 4. Close-up on the guy.
GUY: I AIN'T GOING TO THE CHAIR FOR A BUM LIKE DEWEY.
PANEL 5. Medium close-up on Noir.
NOIR: SO, YOU KILLED HIM.
NOIR: OVER MONEY. SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS.
PANEL 6. The guy looks surprised.
GUY: HOW'D YOU KNOW THAT?
PANEL 7. Close-up on Noir.
NOIR: YOU MET HIM AT HIS GIRLFRIEND'S PLACE. THERE WAS A FIGHT. A GUN WENT OFF. DEWEY WAS KILLED.
NOIR: WHO OWED WHOM? I'M GUESSING YOU OWED HIM
PANEL 1. The burly guy stands.
GUY: IT'S TOO PUBLIC IN HERE.
GUY: LET'S STEP INTO MY OFFICE.
PANEL 2. High angle looking down on the alley behind the bar. Usual alley detritus – broken crates, garbage cans, puddles on the ground, loose newspaper blowing in the wind. Light comes from the street and a bare bulb over the bar's back door. The guy, hands in pockets, is about halfway into the alley, while Noir, still passing through the door, follows him. Right next to the door is a trash can with a lid.
GUY: THIS IS BETTER.
NOIR: OKAY, ENOUGH STALLING. TALK TO ME.
PANEL 3. The guy turns around, massive revolver in his fist.
GUY: I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT ONTO ME, DOLL…
GUY: …BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER.
PANEL 4. Close-up on the guy.
GUY: I AIN'T GOING TO THE CHAIR FOR A BUM LIKE DEWEY.
PANEL 5. Medium close-up on Noir.
NOIR: SO, YOU KILLED HIM.
NOIR: OVER MONEY. SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS.
PANEL 6. The guy looks surprised.
GUY: HOW'D YOU KNOW THAT?
PANEL 7. Close-up on Noir.
NOIR: YOU MET HIM AT HIS GIRLFRIEND'S PLACE. THERE WAS A FIGHT. A GUN WENT OFF. DEWEY WAS KILLED.
NOIR: WHO OWED WHOM? I'M GUESSING YOU OWED HIM
