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scans_dailyShe'd been saved from wolves at the end of #2 by the man she'd been seeking, the Trader.
He was getting ready to go on his way.
She asked him for ammo for her crusade against against the men who'd killed her father and brother and everyone in her town whose lifestyles'd defied that of the nearby modern city.
He said no.
She bargained with him, offering to help him pack up, and to cook him some food - in return for ammunition and training in how to shoot.
He said yes.
He watched her, later that day, shooting and missing.
" Listen and aim before you go all blastin' and trigger-happy. "
She hit the ground.
She kept on with her gun: " I can.. do it.. by myself. "
" Of course.
" You expect to take on the law..
" .. the city..
" .. the country..
" .. every ounce of technology..
" .. and the God damn world..
" .. all by yourself?
They turned to other things, over the day - in the evening, they watched the machines from the " future ", the neighboring city, claim another town after it'd been dealt with.
In the night, they ate.
He complimented her on the bread she'd made.
" My pa loved good, warm bread. " she said.
They looked up.
(He's talking about the opening of #1.)
Clem chose justice, the next day - she tried a laser weapon, and nailed the Trader's targets.
" Thank you, Trader. Pleasure doing business with you. "
With her new weapon, she kicked open the door of the nearest law enforcement office.
" Howdy, girl. " said the man directly in her sights.
" Nobody move.
" Hands up.
" Where's the sheriff? "
The sheriff looked down at her.
One of the sheriff's men went for his gun.
She pivoted, pulled her trigger - and nothing happened.
" Shoot! Shoot! "
She pulled again - and was blown outside through a window by electric backlash.
" This tech is charged properly. " said the Trader, covering the sheriff and his mean with another gun.
" And this self-aiming separator can hit six of you with one mirror-splitting blast. "
The sheriff looked at him.
" Hold it, darlin'. " he said to Clem.
" He didn't come to get you. "
" Don't you know who this really is? "
" And you get salvage rights to the town.. "
The sheriff tossed the Trader Clem's gunbelt.
" .. before the machines tear it up. "
(Page's 6 and a little more than 6/10ths of 20.
Writing's Zack Kaplan, art's Piotr Kowalski, colors're Brad Simpson, and letters're Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou.
Publisher's Aftershock.)
He was getting ready to go on his way.
She asked him for ammo for her crusade against against the men who'd killed her father and brother and everyone in her town whose lifestyles'd defied that of the nearby modern city.
He said no.
She bargained with him, offering to help him pack up, and to cook him some food - in return for ammunition and training in how to shoot.
He said yes.
He watched her, later that day, shooting and missing.
" Listen and aim before you go all blastin' and trigger-happy. "
She hit the ground.
She kept on with her gun: " I can.. do it.. by myself. "
" Of course.
" You expect to take on the law..
" .. the city..
" .. the country..
" .. every ounce of technology..
" .. and the God damn world..
" .. all by yourself?
They turned to other things, over the day - in the evening, they watched the machines from the " future ", the neighboring city, claim another town after it'd been dealt with.
In the night, they ate.
He complimented her on the bread she'd made.
" My pa loved good, warm bread. " she said.
They looked up.
(He's talking about the opening of #1.)
Clem chose justice, the next day - she tried a laser weapon, and nailed the Trader's targets.
" Thank you, Trader. Pleasure doing business with you. "
With her new weapon, she kicked open the door of the nearest law enforcement office.
" Howdy, girl. " said the man directly in her sights.
" Nobody move.
" Hands up.
" Where's the sheriff? "
The sheriff looked down at her.
One of the sheriff's men went for his gun.
She pivoted, pulled her trigger - and nothing happened.
" Shoot! Shoot! "
She pulled again - and was blown outside through a window by electric backlash.
" This tech is charged properly. " said the Trader, covering the sheriff and his mean with another gun.
" And this self-aiming separator can hit six of you with one mirror-splitting blast. "
The sheriff looked at him.
" Hold it, darlin'. " he said to Clem.
" He didn't come to get you. "
" Don't you know who this really is? "
" And you get salvage rights to the town.. "
The sheriff tossed the Trader Clem's gunbelt.
" .. before the machines tear it up. "
(Page's 6 and a little more than 6/10ths of 20.
Writing's Zack Kaplan, art's Piotr Kowalski, colors're Brad Simpson, and letters're Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou.
Publisher's Aftershock.)
