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scans_daily#2'd ended on them realizing that their client's stolen property, silver bullets cast from Judas Iscariot's thirty-piece payout, had been taken by vampires.
Off they went, " Strummer " the werewolf and Ben the son-of-a-djinn, in Los Angeles - to a vampire bar.
A fight broke out there, one defused by the arrival of " Chad. Todd.
" Or should I say, Dosferatu. "
" I'm working for Rainsford Black. " continued Strummer to the two vampire bosses.
" Black, huh? Is this about his magic bullets? "
' Mundane clients come to me with mundane cases. '
Strummer took in the view Chad was indicating.
Outside, Ben suggested a second avenue of investigation - the " Old Man ".
Against Strummer's inclinations, they went to visit him under his shop.
(The Old Man's aesthetic is " anglerfish with humanoid lure ".)
They got down to the business of Rainsford Black's silver bullets.
" If you don't have the bullets, any idea who might? "
They left.
In the streets, Strummer considered " The Case Of The Missing Bullets Everybody Should Want But Nobody Actually Does Want ".
" You can tell a lot about a man by his enemies. "
Back at the Old Man's store, another visitor'd come in.
The visitor went under the store.
(Pagecount's 6 and under 6/10ths of 20 from issue #3, back in September.
Writing's Eric Palicki, art's Wendell Calvicanti, and letters're Rob Steen.
Publisher's Ahoy!)
Off they went, " Strummer " the werewolf and Ben the son-of-a-djinn, in Los Angeles - to a vampire bar.
A fight broke out there, one defused by the arrival of " Chad. Todd.
" Or should I say, Dosferatu. "
" I'm working for Rainsford Black. " continued Strummer to the two vampire bosses.
" Black, huh? Is this about his magic bullets? "
' Mundane clients come to me with mundane cases. '
Strummer took in the view Chad was indicating.
Outside, Ben suggested a second avenue of investigation - the " Old Man ".
Against Strummer's inclinations, they went to visit him under his shop.
(The Old Man's aesthetic is " anglerfish with humanoid lure ".)
They got down to the business of Rainsford Black's silver bullets.
" If you don't have the bullets, any idea who might? "
They left.
In the streets, Strummer considered " The Case Of The Missing Bullets Everybody Should Want But Nobody Actually Does Want ".
" You can tell a lot about a man by his enemies. "
Back at the Old Man's store, another visitor'd come in.
The visitor went under the store.
(Pagecount's 6 and under 6/10ths of 20 from issue #3, back in September.
Writing's Eric Palicki, art's Wendell Calvicanti, and letters're Rob Steen.
Publisher's Ahoy!)
