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Originally appeared in Femme Noir: The Dark City Diaries, Issue #1
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PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN
Panel 1. A line of cars, led by Port Nocturne police cars, drive along the winding, cliff-hugging road that leads to the Devil's Rock lighthouse, which can be seen in the distance, smoke billowing from the top of the pale, illuminated tower.
Panel 2. Large panel, looking down from some point high up on the tower, as several police cars pull up, followed by reporters in their own vehicles. Standing at the base of the building, next to her roadster (not the same one as the one noir drove in the online strip) is Laurel Lye, with a note pad and pen in her hands.
Panel 3. Medium shot as a cop comes up to Lye, who's looking upward, a broad grin on her face.
Cop: WHAT'S GOING ON HERE…?
Cop: …AND JUST WHO ARE YOU?
Panel 4. Looking up at the lighthouse tower, we see a twisted mass of smoking metal where Lodestone's raygun used to be, and hanging from a mass of wires and cables with both hands, a blackened and charred lodestone.
Lye: (off-panel) WHAT'S GOING ON IS THE STORY OF THE YEAR…
Panel 5. Close-up on the still-smiling Lye. In the background, we can see cops and reporters – including Balfour, perhaps – climbing from cars, rushing the lighthouse.
Lye: …AND IT'S ALL MINE.
Lye: LAUREL LYE – THE GIRL ON THE SCENE.
Panel 1. A line of cars, led by Port Nocturne police cars, drive along the winding, cliff-hugging road that leads to the Devil's Rock lighthouse, which can be seen in the distance, smoke billowing from the top of the pale, illuminated tower.
Panel 2. Large panel, looking down from some point high up on the tower, as several police cars pull up, followed by reporters in their own vehicles. Standing at the base of the building, next to her roadster (not the same one as the one noir drove in the online strip) is Laurel Lye, with a note pad and pen in her hands.
Panel 3. Medium shot as a cop comes up to Lye, who's looking upward, a broad grin on her face.
Cop: WHAT'S GOING ON HERE…?
Cop: …AND JUST WHO ARE YOU?
Panel 4. Looking up at the lighthouse tower, we see a twisted mass of smoking metal where Lodestone's raygun used to be, and hanging from a mass of wires and cables with both hands, a blackened and charred lodestone.
Lye: (off-panel) WHAT'S GOING ON IS THE STORY OF THE YEAR…
Panel 5. Close-up on the still-smiling Lye. In the background, we can see cops and reporters – including Balfour, perhaps – climbing from cars, rushing the lighthouse.
Lye: …AND IT'S ALL MINE.
Lye: LAUREL LYE – THE GIRL ON THE SCENE.
