Page Seven

6 panels

[1] Jen’s POV. Par stands alongside the bed, looking down at her. The bastard has changed into an evening jacket and bow tie, and is holding a glass of scotch.

Par: The Kolokol-1 deadens your nerves. Acts as a sort of mental suppressant.

Par: Between that and the power-dampeners, you cannot even maintain your She-Hulk physique. Which is a tragedy. But, even so…

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[2] Looking over Par’s shoulder at Jen on the bed, too woozy to even struggle properly.

Par: …having one’s way with a superheroine, even in her more mortal form, counts for something, doesn’t it?

Jen: (Her words blurry) Kill you…I’ll…

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[3] Looking across the bed, over Jen towards Par, as he bends over and runs his hand alongside her face. Jen can’t help cringing.

Par: Oh, I’m sure you’ll want to. And the Invisible Girl—

Jen: (weakly) …Woman…

Par: …whom I have secured in a similar manner, will likewise share your desire.

Par: Fortunately – thanks to these marvelous power dampeners my Russian friends supplied…

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[4] Close on Par’s leering face, as he reacts to a sound out of frame.

Par: … there won’t be a thing either of you can do about it.

General: [out of frame] Fortunately, there is something I can do.

Par: Eh?

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[5] Par’s POV. The General has entered the room and is closing the door behind him.

Par: General Eng? What are you doing here? I ordered you to oversee the capture of the remaining women--

General: I don’t think that’s going to happen, actually.

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[6] Jen’s POV from the bed. The General is crossing the room towards Par, who has turned and opened the top drawer of a dresser. A pistol is visible inside the drawer.

Par: I don’t have time for this foolishness.