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Spring Spectacular

PAGE ONE - Goldie dodging projectiles, flak etc. Blue sky, countryside, desert, beach?

I didn't have to do this alone. 

I could've asked somebody. 

I guess I could've asked Marv. 

He HAS helped me before. 

I just didn't feel like asking...

PAGES TWO & THREE - Double spread Goldie in flying rig. Sunshine!

I really like doing my own thing.

Besides...

Last time I saw Marv, he was kind of a downer.

PAGE FOUR - Flashback, city, rain, exterior, then interior. 

M: I don't get you, Goldie. 

M: Why not help your country? AND get paid.

G: I am helping my country. AND I don't need money. 

G: I like to be my own boss, Marv. You know that. 

M: You could be your own boss. Freelance, like I do. 

PAGE FIVE - continued

G: You're still beholden to too many masters. The law. The government. Your clients. 

G: I pick my own targets. 

G: I make my own decisions. 

G: I do things my way. 

M: Yeah. Nothing's changed. It's always been that way. 

PAGES SIX & SEVEN- Back to first scene, now Goldie is cutting loose from flying rig, dropping to take on ground troops. 

A total downer. 

I just couldn't ask him. 

He sucks all the fun out of everything. 

He's not as bad as Joe, though...

PAGE EIGHT - night, city, rooftop, docks, warehouse?

J: And do you think that helps, Goldie?

J: Just taking out some random scumbag?

G: Isn't that what you're doing?

J: No, I'm protecting a city. Taking down whole syndicates. Breaking down the machine. 

G: So? I'm protecting the planet. Taking down major players. REAL bad guys. The ones at the top of the pyramid. 

PAGE NINE - cont'd

J: Sure. Keep telling yourself that. 

J: And how are you finding your little operation?

G: Same as you. Asset seizure. 

J: So you're s thief. And a vigilante. A lone wolf. A rogue. A ronin. 

G: Yeah, Joe. Just like you. Only more successful. And way more effective. 

PAGES TEN & ELEVEN - Back to first scene, now Goldie has gotten past guards, and is entering base, mansion, island?

My friends aren't as much fun as they used to be. 

I thought maybe Ron had some new tools for me. 

But all he had was guilt and sorrow. 

What a waste...