Youth #3 is the youth using their powers.
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scans_daily#2'd had their discovery of those, and ended on them dealing with the government folks who'd come gunning for them.
#3 opened on an armored truck picking up a load from a bank.
The drivers loaded up and drove off.
" You hungry, man? "
" .. I could eat, yeah. "
" What you feeling today? "
What happened next'd sprung from what'd happened in the past, after the young newly empowered protagonists'd dealt with the forces of Don Thunder.
" Do we have a plan? " asked Jan in the black jacket. " Because to me it looks like we're all flat out of money in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. "
" I don't know if I have a plan.. " said River in the denim blue.
" But I might have a idea. "
That idea was him standing out in the middle of the road, in the way of an armored truck.
Frank was yelling in his ear.
They got away clean with the money.
Later, they " went to get fucked up. "
There was Aphex Twin music, low purple light, and some ecstasy going into Frank and Trixy (with the purple hair)'s mouths.
River opened the door.
(This is " .. earlier. At the house. " again.)
River stormed off, leaving Frank in self-recrimination.
" This is all my fault. All my fucking- "
(Ace rendering of lights, dim and harsh, in these panels.)
Frank, Trixy, and the others went to find River.
All they found was what he'd left behind.
(Pagecount's 8 and a bit more than 3/20ths of 25.
Writing's Curt Pires, art's Alex Diotto, colors're Dee Cunniffe, and letters're Micah Myers.)
#3 opened on an armored truck picking up a load from a bank.
The drivers loaded up and drove off.
" You hungry, man? "
" .. I could eat, yeah. "
" What you feeling today? "
What happened next'd sprung from what'd happened in the past, after the young newly empowered protagonists'd dealt with the forces of Don Thunder.
" Do we have a plan? " asked Jan in the black jacket. " Because to me it looks like we're all flat out of money in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. "
" I don't know if I have a plan.. " said River in the denim blue.
" But I might have a idea. "
That idea was him standing out in the middle of the road, in the way of an armored truck.
Frank was yelling in his ear.
They got away clean with the money.
Later, they " went to get fucked up. "
There was Aphex Twin music, low purple light, and some ecstasy going into Frank and Trixy (with the purple hair)'s mouths.
River opened the door.
(This is " .. earlier. At the house. " again.)
River stormed off, leaving Frank in self-recrimination.
" This is all my fault. All my fucking- "
(Ace rendering of lights, dim and harsh, in these panels.)
Frank, Trixy, and the others went to find River.
All they found was what he'd left behind.
(Pagecount's 8 and a bit more than 3/20ths of 25.
Writing's Curt Pires, art's Alex Diotto, colors're Dee Cunniffe, and letters're Micah Myers.)
