Issue 2 part 2

Panel 1:Wide establishing shot of the gang's battered apartment-building headquarters at night. The exterior shows crumbling concrete, rusted fire escapes, and faded graffiti. One section of the ground floor glows warm orange through grimy windows — the workshop. Neon city light bleeds in from the street behind.

Panel 2:Inside Tutiven's makeshift workshop. Motorcycles and stripped car frames crowd the space. Tools hang from pegboards. Cybertech components and wires spill across workbenches. Tutiven stands near a half-disassembled engine, rag in hand. Jimenez sits on a crate laughing at something. Yanira leans against a motorcycle frame, arms crossed, grinning. Orton perches on a workbench, looking at a cybertech component.

Panel 3:The workshop door swings open hard. Jose steps through first, his blonde hair catching the lamplight, face tight and unreadable. Behind him, Arjun follows, both arms cradling the unconscious small boy Sammy — dressed in pajamas, head lolling against Arjun's shoulder.

Panel 4:Jimenez stands up from his crate, brow furrowed, hands spread in a confused shrug. His goofy face is twisted with genuine bewilderment as he stares at Jose and Arjun.

“Jimenez: Where the hell have you two been?”

Panel 5:Yanira stares directly at Sammy in Arjun's arms — the unconscious boy in pajamas. Her expression is wide-eyed and alarmed, one hand raised slightly toward the boy.

“Yanira: Who the heck is that kid?”

Panel 6:Close-up on Jose's face — jaw tight, eyes cold and hard, blonde hair slightly disheveled. He turns his gaze toward Arjun with a look of barely-contained anger.

“Jose: Why don't you explain this to them, Arjun?”

Panel 1:Arjun looks back at Jose, eyes sharp, posture defensive. He holds Sammy against his chest with both arms. His expression says he refuses to take this alone.

“Arjun: Me?! You're just as much a part of this as I am!”

Panel 2:Orton drops the cybertech component she was holding and strides directly toward Jose, stopping close in front of him, chin up, eyes blazing. Jose stands his ground.

“Orton: Jose, tell me what the hell is going on!”

Panel 3:Jose raises both hands slightly, palms out, a defensive gesture. His expression is calculated — choosing his words carefully.

“Jose: We ran a gig. Without you guys. We were supposed to rob a corpo.”

Panel 4:Wide shot of the workshop interior. Orton is right in Jose's face, body rigid with fury, fists clenched at her sides. Tutiven, Jimenez, and Yanira stand frozen in the background, watching. Arjun holds Sammy slightly to the side.

“Orton: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

Panel 5:Jose's expression snaps from defensive to sharp and accusatory. He jabs a finger toward Arjun across the room.

“Jose: Everything would've been fine if Arjun hadn't stuck his nose where it didn't belong!”

Panel 1:Jimenez steps forward between Jose and Arjun, one hand raised to stop the argument. His goofy face is unusually serious — brow furrowed, jaw set.

“Jimenez: Hold up. Give Arjun a chance to explain.”

Panel 2:Arjun looks down at Sammy — the small boy unconscious in his arms, face slack, pajamas rumpled. Arjun's expression is heavy with guilt and exhaustion.

“Arjun: I was about to get the diamonds…”

Panel 3:Arjun looks up at the crew — Jimenez, Yanira, Orton, Tutiven all watching. His face is open, direct, honest.

“Arjun: Some guys came in. I think they were from the Myra Clan. They killed the corpo. Then they were about to kill his son.”

Panel 4:Arjun's expression drops — eyes down, shoulders slightly fallen. He looks genuinely ashamed.

“Arjun: I ambushed them and got the kid out. I'm sorry. I didn't even get the diamonds.”

Panel 5:Jimenez shakes his head firmly, one hand waving away the apology. His expression is warm and certain — the most sincere he's looked all night.

“Jimenez: Don't apologize. You did the right thing. Some diamonds aren't worth a child's life.”

Panel 6:Jose's face darkens — eyes narrowing, lip curling, a cold fury building behind his expression. He stares at Jimenez.

“Jose: Are you fucking kidding me, Jimenez?! Use that peanut-sized brain of yours for once!”

Panel 1:Jose points directly at Arjun with one hand, the other sweeping toward the rest of the room. His posture is aggressive — leaning forward, weight on his front foot.

“Jose: The Myra Clan isn't gonna let this go. They're gonna come looking for us.”

Panel 2:Jose turns his gaze fully onto Jimenez, expression shifting from anger to something colder and more deliberate. His voice has dropped. The words land like a blade.

“Jose: Are you gonna protect us, Jimenez? Because lately… you can't even protect your wife.”

Panel 3:Close-up on Jimenez's face. The goofy warmth is completely gone. His jaw is set, eyes hard and steady, staring straight back at Jose.

“Jimenez: Lately… I think the one I need to protect us from is you.”

Panel 4:Jose walks directly up to Jimenez until they are inches apart, nose to nose. Jose's expression is a cold, thin smile — dangerous and controlled. Jimenez doesn't flinch. The rest of the room is frozen behind them — Yanira, Orton, Arjun holding Sammy, Tutiven — all watching.

“Jose: Oh, Jimenez… I would run circles around you. Jimenez: That's it. You're not my best friend anymore, buddy.”

Panel 5:Yanira and Orton simultaneously lunge between Jose and Jimenez — Yanira pressing both palms against Jimenez's chest, Orton planting both hands flat against Jose and pushing him back a step. Both women are wide-eyed and forceful.

“Yanira: Okay! Everyone just calm down! Orton: We need to be working together right now!”

Panel 6:Wide noir shot of the workshop doorway. Jose stands in the open doorway, back to the room, one hand on the door frame. The dark Vena City night is visible beyond him. The crew — Arjun still holding Sammy, Jimenez, Yanira, Orton, Tutiven — stand behind him in the warm workshop light, watching him go. Orton's hand is still raised toward him.

“Orton: Where are you going?! Jose: Outside. I need to figure out how we get out of this.”