Page Eleven

5 panels plus 1 inset

[1] Back inside. Two Soldiers help Par, who is rubbing his sore throat but appears otherwise unharmed. Two other soldiers are putting a power-dampening collar on Jazinda, already in handcuffs and seething with quiet rage and frustration. Jen can only lie there and watch, dejected.

Par: I did not know you had a shapeshifter in your little sorority. That almost complicated things. Fortunately General Eng is a stickler for contingency plans.

General: No plan ever goes perfectly, Excellency.

Par: Quite right, Emil. Which reminds me!

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[Inset] Centered on the General as Par hands him a bill of local money.

General: Thank you, Darquon.

Par: A bet’s a bet.

Jen: When I get free…and I will get free…

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[2] Looking over Jen’s bound form as Par lazily runs his hand down her body.

Par: Lovely thing isn’t she? Even in this “lesser” form?

Jen: Keep your filthy hands off of me!

General: [Chuckle] Oh yes, that’s going to work.

Par: Shame we can’t keep them indefinitely. [Sigh] But their friends would come looking for them sooner or later.

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[3] Same shot, but the General is shoving a ball gag into Jen’s mouth.

Jen: Damn right! And when they do…

Jen: MMPH!

Par: Thank you again!

General: Well there’s only so much self-righteous blather a man can take…

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[4] Par’s POV looking down on Jen’s body, having yanked up her top to reveal her breasts. Jen’s face is incredulous.

Par: [SIGH]

General: [SIGH]

Jen: MMMPPPHHH!

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[5] Looking over the General’s shoulder across Jen’s body. Par softly caresses her breasts with the fingertips of one hand, takes a sip of his scotch in his other hand. Jen struggles vainly to escape Par’s touch.

Par: Lovely. I would prefer her more “heroic” form of course, but still, quite lovely.

General: There’s also the Asgardian, she’s more your type I would think.

Par: All things in due time.

General: What should we do with the “spare” there?