Inks by Horacio Ottolini, Colors by Melissa Kaercher

Originally appeared in Femme Noir: The Dark City Diaries, Issue #1

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PANEL 1. Wide shot. The guy stands with his revolver pointed at Noir, who shows no anxiety at all.

GUY: DAMMIT, HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THIS?

NOIR: CLUES. LEGWORK. YOU KNOW, DETECTIVE STUFF.

GUY: YOU'RE NO COP!


PANEL 2. Medium close-up on Noir, smiling slightly. She has one hand resting on top of the garbage can by the door.

NOIR: I SAID IT WAS DETECTIVE WORK, DIDN'T I? THAT'S CLEARLY BEYOND THE SCOPE OF THE POLICE IN THIS CITY.

NOIR: NO, I'M NOT A COP…


PANEL 3. Noir flings the garbage can lid into the face of the guy. His revolver goes off.

SFX: BLAM!


PANEL 4. Noir steps up and delivers a punch to his gut, forcing him to bend forward. His revolver goes flying.

SFX: WHUMP!


PANEL 5. Noir knees him in the chin as he's bent over from the stomach punch.

SFX: WHAM!


PANEL 6. Guy on the ground, clutching at his stomach as Noir stands over him, one of her automatics pointed at his head.

NOIR: …BUT I AM PUTTING YOU AWAY.