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Originally appeared in Femme Noir: The Dark City Diaries, Issue #1
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Page Nine
Panel 1. A wide shot of the four guys standing around the table, looking around wildly in search of the voice's source.
Voice: You also killed a child.
Voice: A little girl.
Voice: Her name was Audrey.
Panel 2. Close-up on Chaney, nervous sweat running down his forehead.
Voice: That is… unacceptable.
Chaney: Who th' hell are you!!?
Panel 3. A low angle looking up at a familiar silhouette (Femme Noir, of course) atop some crates in the shadows. There might be just a glint of light off the barrels of her drawn automatics.
Voice: You men have a choice to make.
Voice: Choose carefully.
Panel 4. Medium shot of the thugs, Chaney center, as they open up with their weapons, spraying the darkness with bullets.
Chaney: Ventilate her!
SFX: (gunfire)
Panel 5. Shot of the thugs' feet as empty shell casings rain onto the floor.
SFX: (gunfire continues)
Panel 1. A wide shot of the four guys standing around the table, looking around wildly in search of the voice's source.
Voice: You also killed a child.
Voice: A little girl.
Voice: Her name was Audrey.
Panel 2. Close-up on Chaney, nervous sweat running down his forehead.
Voice: That is… unacceptable.
Chaney: Who th' hell are you!!?
Panel 3. A low angle looking up at a familiar silhouette (Femme Noir, of course) atop some crates in the shadows. There might be just a glint of light off the barrels of her drawn automatics.
Voice: You men have a choice to make.
Voice: Choose carefully.
Panel 4. Medium shot of the thugs, Chaney center, as they open up with their weapons, spraying the darkness with bullets.
Chaney: Ventilate her!
SFX: (gunfire)
Panel 5. Shot of the thugs' feet as empty shell casings rain onto the floor.
SFX: (gunfire continues)
I really like the shadows in this page.