PANEL 1: AGENT V holds up a Neuralyzer and points it at V.
AGENT V: My apologies. If you’d just look here, I’ll be out of your way in just a moment.
PANEL 2: V throws a dagger that goes straight through AGENT V’s Neuralyzer and knocks it out of his hand.
AGENT V: $#*^!
PANEL 3: V charges at AGENT V and slams him against a wall; the end result is that V pins AGENT V against the wall with a blade against V’s neck.
V (1): How very vexing.
V (2): If you wish your life to not be void, it would be verily suggested to vanquish the mystery as to what venue you originate from.
PANEL 4: AGENT V keeps his clam as he looks at V.
AGENT V (1): Seems the rumors were true. A masked man running around London stabbing people.
AGENT V (2): Release me and maybe we can talk.
PANEL 5: V decides to chance it, stepping away but keeping his knife pointed in AGENT V’s direction.
AGENT V (1): That’s better.
V: Start talking.
PANEL 6: AGENT V composes himself as he tells V more than he knows he probably should.
AGENT V (1): I’ll cut to the short version.
AGENT V (2): I’m part of a secret unaligned organization tasked with monitoring and handling extraterrestrial life living here on Earth.
AGENT V (3): The folks who currently run the UK? For years they’ve been working with a nasty group of aliens called ‘The Visitors’ which have managed to thwart us at every turn.
AGENT V (4): I’m here on recon because we think they’re getting ready to reveal themselves, which would blow a lid on our entire operation and ruin everything we’ve worked towards for decades.
(Yes, I did write this page simply as an excuse to throw together a bunch of ‘V’s.)