In a cheap diner – but not the kind that lets itself LOOK cheap – are two men. They are JOHN McCOY, who has an overall scruffy look to him and wears a combination of blue jeans, a basic button-up shirt, a jacket, etc, and THOMAS HAMMERSTONE, who’s wearing a well-kept business suit and has an appearance suggesting he’s a man of power and makes sure to look the part.
Panel 1: Panel is now positioned next to the booth the two men are sitting at so that we can see JOHN sitting across from THOMAS and looking at him.
JOHN (1): A few weeks ago, a man approached me. He gave me a suitcase with this gun, this envelope, and 100 untraceable bullets.
JOHN (2): He said that you were responsible for ruining my life. The envelope contains the evidence proving that claim. And then he said I could kill you with no repercussions.
Panel 2: Close up of THOMAS’ face. He shows little sign of fear – not only is he not the kind to beg for his life, but he can tell that JOHN has something bigger on his mind.
THOMAS (1): Why are you telling me this, Mr. McCoy?
THOMAS (2): Are you here to kill me?
Panel 3: JOHN slides the envelope over the gun as he temporarily looks away from THOMAS.
JOHN (1): No.
JOHN (2): Once I would have said ‘yes’. After this man approached me, I eagerly tried to find you so that I could do just that.
JOHN (3): Except the most curious thing happened. I got hit by a car.
Panel 4: JOHN returns his focus to THOMAS and looks him square in the face. THOMAS is listening closely.
JOHN (1): Survived relatively unscathed. Little more than a couple weeks in the hospital.
JOHN (2): But it gave me time to think.
JOHN (3): I could go on for hours about the lightbulbs and questions that found their way into my head, but the short version is I realized that there was something wrong with the entire premise.
Panel 5: THOMAS continues to calmly sit as he presses forwards to the point of their discussion.
THOMAS: If you’re not here to kill me, then what does this have to do with me?
JOHN: I want your help.
THOMAS: My help?
Panel 6: JOHN reaches his arm across the table to point at THOMAS.
JOHN (1): Yes. You’re a man of resources. You have wealth and power.
JOHN (2): I have a gun with 100 untraceable bullets.
JOHN (3): Bullets that I was given with the intent they would be used on you.
JOHN (4): I want to find out what’s really going on.
JOHN (5): And want you, the man whose life I am sparing, to help me.