FIVE:

The plane is -- finally -- just mere feet above the surface of the street...the heat of the engine is intense enough to make the street melt and bubble beneath it, and the wind resistance is so hard against the cometplane's G-Forces, a sludge of concrete is gathering before them...

ONE:

JESS 2: Oh !@$!...I think I wet myself!

TWO:

They're crawling from the wreckage...Shareen's helmet's got a little fire burning on top of it...

DEE: Don't gotta tell me...I know how good I am!!

JESSICA: You two are patting yourselves on the back...

THREE:

She blows out the helmet...

JESS: ...Meanwhile...

FOUR:

JESS: Our boys are dead, and we still don't know who, how or why...or who's next!

Page is split in half horizontally, with panels 2 & 3 being smaller (or possibly insets to panels 1 &4).

ONE:

The Hero Killer stands amongst the ruins of an apartment building...sirens wail in the background. This building is in Calabasas, CA -- an area where buildings and apartments have popped up sporadically...there's a lot of open space in this area.

HERO KILLER: Not efficient exactly, but Ms. Jakes must be in there somewhere--

TWO:

HERO KILLER: -- I hope my contacts at Mesozoic don't hold this against me.

THREE:

CAPTION: And still later in the evening, close to dawn now, after a private plane ride to Railway City...

The Hero Killer is kicking in a door.

FOUR:

Larger panel -- we are in Dee DuBois' familiar apartment. Police in riot gear stand, shotguns, pistols, and a variety of other weapons at the ready.

COP: Hold it right there, mister.

A SECOND COP (into a radio): We've caught up with 'im, central.

PANEL ONE: The ladies are walking down a dank street.

CAPTION: On a less-than-neighborly street in Chicago...

SHAREEN: Are you sure the icicle's around here somewhere?

DEE: That's not what I said. I just said we gotta go here to contact her.

JESSICA: I'm tired of walking, why couldn't we get a car, a taxi or something?

TWO:

DEE: Um. Why didn't you say that, like, a hundred blocks ago?

JESS: I did!

THREE:

A couple of guys hanging out on the street are checking out the girls--

GUY#1: Hey, ladies, you lookin' for fun?

GUY#2: You chicks look like you get crazy...you wanna get crazy?

The other guys are laughing.

FOUR:

Jessica has stepped up to Guy#2...she's in his face, angry.

JESS: You better not be talking to me and these gals here! Five sharp nails at your neck does not bode well for you -- never mind where the other five are!

GUY#2: N-No, Ma'am. S-sorry.

FIVE:

Jess is walking past Dee, who is now at the doorway of a shop, holding the door open, with a key she's inserted in the lock.

DEE (to Jessica): Gotta respect that!

JESS: I know.

SIX:

They're inside this small store...the window has signs reading "sale" and so forth, but there's virtually nothing in the store. It's got gray walls and a table.

On the table is an old Morse code transmitter.

ONE:

DEE: I'm not sure how this works, but I know what we're supposed to do.

TWO:

Dee is dialing in Morse code, pressing down the tiny lever with her fingertip.

DEE: It's Morse code. Dots and dashes an' all that. Dan spent a full day teaching me this phrase.

MORSE: ... --- ... / -... .-. .. --. .- -.. .

SHAREEN: They're called "dits" and "dahs. " You typed "S.O.S....Brigade"? What happens next?

THREE:

A panel opens in the ceiling...

FOUR:

The Morse transmitter begins to "talk"...

MORSE: ..-. --- .-. - -.-- ..-. .. ...- . / -.. . --. .-. . . ... / -. --- .-. - .... .-- . ... - / --. ---

SHAREEN (looking at machine): Dayem! Lessee, "Forty...five...degrees, north...we?" West. Northwest. "Go."

FIVE:

In the distance, outside, in the Chicago skyline, a panel opens on the side of a skyscraper.

SHAREEN: That's where we've gotta go.

SIX:

DEE: Then we go.

SEVEN:

Somewhat larger panel.

CAPTION: And so, an hour later...

We see they're walking down a metallic hallway within the sky scraper...

First four are small panels, all in a row along top of page...

ONE:

We see a side-view of a hand aiming a dart...in the background, a metallic doorway.

DEE (o.p.): Hello?!

DEE 2 (o.p.): Kate? Kate, you here?

TWO:

The dart hits a bullseye.

KATE (O.P.): In here, Dee!...*sigh*

THREE:

Three other darts hit the dartboard -- all hit on or very near the bullseye.

DEE (O.P.): What -- you can't come to us?

FOUR:

The three peek into the room, we only see a portion of Kate's face, she's looking towards the doorway.

KATE: No. I'm not exactly in the mood...

KATE 2: I know who killed the men...

FIVE:

Large panel, taking up most of page...

SHAREEN: What?! You--?

KATE: ...It was my brother!

KATE (smaller): My own brother!...

CAPTION (lower right-hand corner): Whoh! To Be Continued For Sure...