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So. Finally got my hands on the second Grimjack TPB. Therein lies a truly beautiful scene:
A couple of goons have stolen a truck and are congratulating each other on their wonderful heist, when they see a figure smack in the middle of the road ahead of them. They recognize it as Jericho Noleski, pretty much the only cop around in an area the size of Rhode Island--
--whoops, channeling Hang 'Em High there for a minute. Anyway. They are screaming and yelling, generally along the gist of "How the hell did he know?" and "Ram him! Run him right over!" Meanwhile, Noleski is calmly firing his pistol-grip rocket launcher.[1]
Beautiful splash page of Noleski silhouetted against exploding truck.
Goons are stunned. Noleski is covering them with his gun as they emerge from the wreckage, explaining that it does not matter how he found them. They are lawbreakers. Their kind ain't wanted out here. Folks out here are law-abidin'.
One of them, with all the poise you can expect of someone who just had his (stolen) truck blown out from under him, is screaming "What the hell are you talking about? What people? There's no-one out here but us and some jackrabbits!"
"Yeah.
"But they are law-abidin' jackrabbits."
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[1] Many things are available in Cynosure, as it is the crossroads of many and many a dimension, and all the nasty underbellies therein.
A couple of goons have stolen a truck and are congratulating each other on their wonderful heist, when they see a figure smack in the middle of the road ahead of them. They recognize it as Jericho Noleski, pretty much the only cop around in an area the size of Rhode Island--
--whoops, channeling Hang 'Em High there for a minute. Anyway. They are screaming and yelling, generally along the gist of "How the hell did he know?" and "Ram him! Run him right over!" Meanwhile, Noleski is calmly firing his pistol-grip rocket launcher.[1]
Beautiful splash page of Noleski silhouetted against exploding truck.
Goons are stunned. Noleski is covering them with his gun as they emerge from the wreckage, explaining that it does not matter how he found them. They are lawbreakers. Their kind ain't wanted out here. Folks out here are law-abidin'.
One of them, with all the poise you can expect of someone who just had his (stolen) truck blown out from under him, is screaming "What the hell are you talking about? What people? There's no-one out here but us and some jackrabbits!"
"Yeah.
"But they are law-abidin' jackrabbits."
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[1] Many things are available in Cynosure, as it is the crossroads of many and many a dimension, and all the nasty underbellies therein.
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