I first got to know the mighty Gene Colan's work in 1982 through his work on a little horror/super-team mashup book of DC's called Night Force
. Looking around all week, alls I could find was #8, a two-story issue with the first half devoted to wrapping up the first long story arc, and the second to launching the next. I've picked out the cover and four pages of the second 12-page story for your perusal.
The Night Force was directed from the shadows by mysterious mystical a-hole Baron Winters, from one of those lovely, spooky manses that seem to crop up in Manhattan specifically to meet the needs of dudes like this. We spend the first few pages getting to know criminal scumbag Paul Brooks, on the run from the flatfoots and dropping innocent bodies in his wake. Meanwhile, Sylvia Conrad is explaining to the Baron the nightmare that life in her formerly lovely brownstone apartment has become, ever since the night she saw a falling star...( Beast! )
I love how Colan's people are all ordinary
people in this series, of all ages, races and styles, and they all wear street clothes - well, OK, the Baron wears the Gothic A-hole version of street clothes, but still, nary a hard body or a spandex covered ass in sight.