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| Description | This is a the much abbreviated story of Impala and her job as the night shift for a detective agency. Her modus operandi is to get her pal Brian the ACTOOOR to disguise himself to distract attention whilst she does the business |
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| Description | London skyline at dusk |
| Caption | London, England. The perpetual rain drags sombre clouds over it's tall edifices. Darkness is sustained by the leaking of light through the murky windows. It's a great place to come from. Not a great place to go to, but a great place to come from. |
| Frame | 2 |
| Description | Inside a Victorian London pub |
| Caption | Old cities line their walls with memories. I have none since my accident. I then joined the graveyard shift of a detective agency named after a vaguely successful 80s pop band. I believe my never seen partner wanted a law suit to get the exposure. |
| Frame | 3 |
| Description | Brian sits drinking with two men they are trying to employ him, Impala dressed as a bar tended hangs around |
| man 1 | Your office said you mainly operate at night |
| brian | Ahh the sloping day shift |
| Frame | 4 |
| Description | The men and Brian sit across a table, the barman (Impala) approaches |
| man 2 | We have a serious leak we need you to find the source |
| Frame | 5 |
| Description | The barman leans over and wipes the table. |
| impala | Leave the dossier under the cistern of the middle gents stall |
| man 1 | Who are you? |
| impala | We are detective |
| man 2 | So who's this? |
| brian | Well sir I am an ACTOOOOR |
