DA-Think-Tank

Page Nine Panel One: Qwinn rises from her chair, checking something on her PDA. Allison motions to three other assistants in pressed suits and holding folders/briefcases who have hidden from the fallen XT. She's trying to keep them from being fired. They're just shocked they're still breathing.     Qwinn: Get Tech in here and get that thing repaired.     Qwinn: Inform him I do not appreciate his sense of humor with the design. Panel Two: Qwinn is on her feet, tall and proud, her eyes still on the PDA. One of the hiding assistants answers, trying to straighten his rumpled suit and hair.   

Page One Panel One: Nearly full page. XT-S36 takes up most of the shot. Coop, Emo, Siren and Mouse hover near its feet, looking like little children in comparison. They're fighting in the middle of a city and surrounded by skyscrapers. XT's various lazer weapons and mechanical arms (a la Dr. Octopus) have everyone off balance. Panel Two: Coop yells off-panel. He's obviously been fighting for some time. Sweat and dirt cover his face.       Coop: Light him up, Emo! Panel Three: Emo is just as haggard. Four light daggers begin to form in her hand.       Emo: Quit calling me that!

"Beloved" If I had a penny for every time I've heard the words, 'true love' come out from someone's mouth I'd be rich and out of this group home.  I'd be living a normal life; well, as normal as it can get for someone like me.  'True love', huh?  What makes it so true?  How is it that love is only true when someone returns your infatuation, and untrue when it is one-sided?  How can you be so utterly in love with this one person that seeing him with a papercut is painful, yet, if he does not return your feelings, it isn't true?  I want to know what determines the boundaries, the fine

Life outside the metal bars no longer mattered to her.     She watched in silence as the same fools who begged the day before, the week before, and the year before, shouted to the gawkers on the street. They all screamed the same phrase, occasionally in foreign tongues no one understood. She used to be one of them. Her first day in the courtyard found her standing with the other hopeless souls, pleading for someone to believe her.    Not today. Today, she was scheduled to appear before the city and hear her sentence. Today, those ignorant and seemingly deaf crowds would pass judgment on her, deciding her fate. She could only pray for death