Page Nine

Writer's note: the previous pages have been mostly straight out of the comic. This is where we start to veer off the original script and quickly lose our PG-13 rating. Consider yourself warned.

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6 panels

[1] Wide view, Jen on the bed, Jazinda holding up Par. The real General Eng and several armed Soldiers have just entered. The General has his pistol pointed at Jazinda, but the Soldiers have their rifles pointed at Jen, human and helpless on the bed. Jen and Jazinda’s faces register shock.

General: Please don’t kill my President. Training a new one is so tedious.

Jazinda: You!

General: Me. The real me, this time. Did you honestly think we wouldn’t have this room under surveillance?

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[2] Jen’s POV, looking down past her bound legs towards the General and Soldiers at the foot of the bed. To her right, Jazinda still holds up Par, her face turned towards Jen, her expression uncertain.

General: That we would leave His Excellency alone in a room with someone like her, without monitoring it? We are not fools, girl.

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[3] Close on Jen’s face, as she strains to Hulk Out. There’s just the faintest tinge of green to her eyes…

General: Set President Par down and surrender now! Or we will be **** to kill Ms. Walters…

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[4] Still on Jen’s face as her head collapses back onto the pillow, exhausted, her eyes completely brown.

Jen: I’m sorry, J…

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[5] Over the General’s shoulder, we see Jazinda has lowered Par until his feet reach the floor, but still has him by the neck. A couple soldiers have moved alongside the bed, on the opposite side from Jazinda, and are covering Jen at point blank range. Jazinda’s face is tormented. Jen just looks tired and resigned.

Jen: So sorry I got you into this. But you can’t surrender yourself to these…animals…

Jazinda: Jennifer--!?

Jen: Find Sue…get the others…and go.

Jazinda: I’m not leaving you!

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[6] On the General, who looks mildly amused. He has fished a small remote control out of his pocket, his pistol still pointed vaguely at Jazinda.

General: Sigh! You were right, Darqon. They are just full to the brim with nobility and self-sacrifice. Allow me to finish my previous sentence…