CAPTION: Now if I don�t get caught and can think of a place to go I�ll be fine.
Panel Two: Bottom of Fire escape, day, exterior. He�s reached the bottom and is running haphazardly away from the building.
CAPTION: They�ll be watching my place, out of cash so can�t hit the bar...McManus place. Shit he�s dead what�s he going to do with it.
Panel Three: Residential project neighborhood, day, exterior. Jack is sweating badly and looks like hell. Covered in blood and running funny enough for people to cross the middle of the street when they see him coming and mother make there children come inside.
CHILD: That man�s hurt.
MOTHER: Stay away from those people he�s probably hopped up on that crank come on inside.
CAPTION: It�s gotten to the point where I scare children. I need a new line of work.
Panel Three: McManus house, day, interior. Jack laying face down on the couch in McManus living room. The front door is wide open with the area around the knob splintered off and on the floor same for the door jam. The house is dark other than the light pouring in from outside.
Panel Four: McManus house, night, interior. Jack is sitting up on the couch holding his nose. The house is now completely dark and the door is still open.
CAPTION: Not one of my finer moments. Glad they don�t call the cops here.
Page Twelve Panel One: McManus house, night, interior. Jack is shutting the door with his eyes closed to hold out the pain of everything he�s been through and maybe he also misses his partner.
JACK: Sorry Mc.
Panel Two: McManus House, night, interior. Entering the kitchen he turns on the light and squints at it�s brightness. The kitchen is large, but looks very unused McManus being single this should come as no surprise. On the wall though is a cat clock with the swinging tail.
Panel Three: McManus house, night, interior. Taking off his coat he turns on the water and starts to attempt to clean himself.
JACK: I�m no good like this.
Panel Four: McManus house, night, interior. Gently striping off his shirt and walking out of the room Jack heads for the shower. We never show people in the bathroom it�s just a waste of comic time.
CAPTION: He broke my nose�they broke my nose.
Panel Five: McManus house, night, interior. Close up on the swinging cat clock it should read an hour from where it was.
Panel Six: Walking back into the kitchen he has new clothing on that is rather large for him but since he�s a built guy just looks long. He wounds are clean and bandaged like his arms and the small cuts on his face. There isn�t anything he can do for his nose so it�s left alone. He�s also holding a green duffle bag open and filled with weapons.
CAPTION: At least I get to look like Shaft when I go back. Where the hell did he find this shit? If he wasn�t so dead I�d kiss him.