New Orleans. French Quarter. SUVs full of henchmen, muscle and guns. Agent Graves, standing alone under the yellow (fiery) glow of a streetlight, reaching into his jacket. Just reaching. A simple gesture of “don’t even think about it” proportions.

Immediately following the report of the gunfire, there’s always a foreseeable outcome–someone is going to die. But, what that death will bring, nobody knows. In 100 Bullets, a single death can create ripples that reverberate throughout many individuals lives. In fact, the entirety of the series, the mega arc, can be traced back to a single death.

The “what?” of the thing…

Working from the middle out, making it up as I go.

Dinosaurs In Traction

Detritus