Issue 3 part 3

Panel 1:A sprawling rooftop overlooking Club Noche at night. Detective Creed Rivers stands at the edge, silhouetted against neon light bleeding up from below. Three armed men—Austin, N'Alan, and Abdullah—stand behind him in tactical gear, weapons ready. Creed's eyes glows bright orange, casting an eerie light across his face as his cybernetic enhancements activate. Rain mists the air. The city stretches dark and cold beyond. Austin and N’Alans eyes are looking normal, not glowing orange.

Narrator:“The night of the attack. The hunt for Joker begins.”

Panel 2:Through Creed's cybernetic vision, the interior of Club Noche appears as a thermal scan—walls become transparent, enemies highlighted as orange silhouettes moving inside. Weapons are marked with red outlines. Multiple heat signatures cluster in different sections of the club, some moving, some stationary.

Narrator:“Through reinforced steel and concrete, thermal imaging paints the hunt.”

Panel 3:Creed turns to face the three men behind him, his orange eyes still glowing. Rain runs down his face. Austin stands closest, jaw clenched, hands gripping his rifle. N'Alan shifts weight nervously from one leg to the other. Abdullah stands rigid, arms crossed. Austin and N’Alans eyes are looking normal, not glowing orange.

“Creed Rivers: We go in quiet. Service entrance, minimal security.”

Panel 4:Austin steps forward, face flushed with anger. His knuckles are white where he grips his rifle. Behind him, N'Alan and Abdullah watch the exchange. Austin and N’Alans eyes are looking normal, not glowing orange.

“Austin: We should burn this whole place to the ground.”

Panel 5:Creed turns his head slowly toward Austin, his orange cybernetic eye reflecting in Austin's pupils. Creed's expression is calm, impassive, a sharp contrast to Austin's rage. Austin eyes are looking normal, not glowing orange.

“Austin: You're the only one here who wasn't actually friends with Ramirez. You sure you're the right guy calling the shots?”

Panel 6:Creed's face remains steady, calm. He speaks in a low, measured voice. Austin and N’Alans eyes are looking normal, not glowing orange.

“Creed Rivers: This situation is delicate. We follow the plan. Clean. Quiet. We punish the man responsible.”

Panel 1:Austin exhales sharply, jaw still clenched, but he nods once—a reluctant acceptance. N'Alan shifts his weight again, grimacing. Abdullah remains motionless. Austin and N’Alans eyes are looking normal, not glowing orange.

“Austin: Alright. But this better work. N'Alan: Both my leg hurt. Abdullah: Shut up and focus Alan!”

Panel 2:The four men move across the rooftop toward a fire escape, weapons raised and ready. Creed leads, his cybernetic eye still glowing orange as he scans ahead. The rain intensifies.

Narrator:“Creed is joined on his hunt by AAA squad: Austin(the leader), N’Alan(the muscle), and Abdullah(the tech).”

Panel 3:They reach the service entrance—a heavy metal door at ground level. Only one guard stands post, smoking a cigarette, unaware. Creed raises a silenced pistol, his orange eye tracking the guard's heat signature.

Narrator:“A single guard at this service entrance. Just like when Creed investigated the club before.”

Panel 4:Creed fires once with Creeds magnum blaster pistol. The gunshot is muffled—a silenced pop. The guard's body crumples silently. Blood spatters the wall behind him. Creed moves forward without hesitation, collecting the guard's keycard.

Narrator:“Creed uses his signature cybertech magnum.”

Panel 5:Creed swipes the keycard. The door hisses open, revealing a dark corridor beyond. The bass from the club floor throbs faintly in the distance. Creed signals the team forward with a hand gesture.

Panel 6:The team enters the dark corridor in single file. Creed leads, his cybernetic eye cutting through the darkness, highlighting two more guards ahead. He raises his fist—a signal to stop. Austin, N'Alan, and Abdullah freeze, weapons raised.

Narrator:“The squad moves through club Noche as a unit. Beginning their take over. ”

Panel 1:Creed moves forward silently, his gun raised. The two guards ahead don't see him yet. One is texting on his phone; the other leans against the wall. Creed's eye glows orange as he tracks their positions.

Panel 2:Creed fires twice in rapid succession. Two silenced shots. Both guards drop without a sound. Blood pools beneath them. The team moves past their bodies, deeper into the club.

Panel 3:The corridor opens into a larger space—the back areas of Club Noche. The bass from the main floor is louder now. Creed leads the team through, passing storage rooms and employee areas. The smell of blood and cleaning chemicals hangs heavy in the air.

Narrator:“Deeper into the belly of the beast. Ghosts moving through darkness.”

Panel 4:They round a corner and suddenly freeze. Ahead, in a spacious room lit by dim red light, Joker sits reclined on a leather couch, surrounded by four of his men. He holds a drink in one hand, relaxed and unaware. His men are armed but not alert.

Narrator:“Then they find him. Joker.”

Panel 5:Austin leans in close to Creed, whispering urgently. His jaw is tight, eyes locked on Joker. His finger rests on his rifle's trigger guard.

“Austin: Now's our chance.”

Panel 6:Creed raises his fist sharply—a command to hold. Austin's body goes rigid, muscles coiled. Creed leans in and whispers back, his cybernetic eye still glowing.

“Creed Rivers: Hold. He usually heads to his office soon. We take him alone. Give it a few minutes.”

Panel 1:Austin's face flushes with rage. He clenches his jaw so hard his temples bulge. His hands grip his rifle tightly. Behind them, N'Alan and Abdullah watch the exchange.

“Austin: Maybe your intel's wrong. I'm not letting this guy walk. He dies tonight.”

Panel 2:Austin raises his rifle, aiming toward Joker in the lounge. Creed's arm shoots out, grabbing the rifle barrel and forcing it down with brutal strength. Their eyes lock—a moment of pure conflict between two men on opposite sides of the same mission.

“Creed Rivers: You're gonna get us all killed.”

Panel 3:N'Alan's eyes go wide. He moves fast, raising his rifle and smashing the stock into the back of Creed's head with violent force. Creed's grip on Austin's rifle breaks. He staggers forward, vision blurring.

“N'Alan: Creed go night night.”

Narrator:“N’Alan knocks down Creed. AAA squad takes matters into their own hands.”

Panel 4:Austin raises his rifle again, aiming at Joker. His finger tightens on the trigger. But at that exact moment, a woman—Kaleen—steps into the lounge from the side, grabbing Joker's arm to speak with him. Joker's head turns toward her. Austin's shot fires.

Narrator:“At the last moment Kaleen pulls Joker aside, causing Austin to miss. ”

Panel 5:The bullet misses Joker entirely, shattering a bottle on the table behind him. Joker's eyes snap wide in shock. His men instantly draw weapons and return fire. The corridor erupts in gunfire—flashes of light, sparks, deafening chaos.

Narrator:“The plan dies in a single trigger pull.”

Panel 1:Joker bolts upright and sprints toward a staircase, his men laying down covering fire. Austin, N'Alan, and Abdullah return fire from behind cover. Bodies of Joker's men drop—some slumping against walls, others crumpling to the floor in pools of blood.

Narrator:“A fire fight begins between AAA squad and Jokers men.”

Panel 2:Creed staggers to his feet, hand pressed to the back of his bleeding head. His vision is still blurred. He shakes it off and picks up his magnum, moving forward. Austin, N'Alan, and Abdullah push deeper into the club, pursuing Joker up the staircase.

Panel 3:They burst through a door into a hallway lined with offices. The space is suddenly quiet—too quiet. No sign of Joker. Creed raises his hand, signaling the team to hold position. His cybernetic eye scans the darkness ahead.

Narrator:“Silence. The hunter becomes the hunted.”

Panel 4:A sudden, high-pitched electronic screech pierces the air. A wall mine detonates with catastrophic force. The explosion tears through the hallway, sending the team flying backward. Bodies slam against walls. Dust and debris fill the air. Creed lands hard on his back, gasping for breath.

Narrator:“The mine—a trap.”

Panel 5:Creed comes to first, shaking debris from his body. His vision is blurred, one eye damaged. His cybernetic eye flickers, trying to recalibrate. Blood runs down his face. Ahead, Joker steps out from behind a metal wall panel, holding a massive tech weapon—the Peacemaker. It charges with a low, ominous hum, white energy building in its chamber.

Panel 6:N'Alan staggers to his feet nearby, dazed and bleeding. He grimaces in pain.

“N'Alan: Ow... both my leg hurt.”

Panel 1:Creed's eyes widen in horror. He raises his hand, shouting desperately. Have only creed showing in this shot. An up close of him and no other character.

“Creed Rivers: N'ALAN—GET DOWN!”

Panel 2:Too late. Joker fires the Peacemaker. A sphere of white energy erupts from the weapon, traveling at devastating speed. It slams directly into N'Alan's center mass. His body disintegrates instantly—flesh, bone, and blood vaporizing into ash in a violent burst. Only his shadow remains on the wall behind where he stood. Joker should be wearing his signature dark orange tank top.

Narrator:“The Peacemaker. Joker's final card.”

Panel 3:Austin and Abdullah emerge from cover, firing at Joker. Austin pulls an EMP grenade from his belt and hurls it toward Joker. The grenade detonates, releasing an electromagnetic pulse wave that washes over the Peacemaker. Joker should be wearing his signature dark orange tank top.

“Austin: Cover!”

Narrator:“Austin throws an EMP grenade. It renders any tech weapon useless.”

Panel 4:The Peacemaker sparks and dies, its energy fading. Joker drops the weapon and smirks—a cold, predatory smile. He draws two short curved blades from sheaths at his sides, the metal gleaming in the dim light. Joker should be wearing his signature dark orange tank top.

“Joker: No matter. I'll do this the fun way.”

Panel 5:Joker vaults over the cover in a fluid motion, his blades raised. Abdullah and Austin both lost their rifles in the mine explosion. Abdullah draws his pistol, but Joker moves with lethal speed. He slashes across Abdullah's forearm, forcing him to drop the gun. Joker catches it mid-air and fires point-blank into Abdullah's chest. Keep Creed out of this shot don’t show him. Joker should be wearing his signature dark orange tank top.

Narrator:“Joker disarms Abdullah and kills him with his own pistol. ”

Panel 6:Joker wearing his dark orange tank top, collides his blades against Austin’s police batons. They are head to head. Creed is not in this shot. Just Austin and Joker

Narrator:“Austin vs Joker. Steel vs blades.”