Lobster, investigating a high-profile kidnapping, follows a lead to an abandoned warehouse, finding nothing there.
Panel 1: Lobster whips around swiftly at the sound of a voice, poised for attack.
GREEN (O.P.): Apologies for misleading you, Mr. Johnson...
Panel 2: Three men in suits enter the room. The middle one, Agent Green, holds his hands up calmly. Lobster remains guarded.
GREEN: But your government needs your expertise in helping with a matter of national security.
LOBSTER: Who the hell are you?
Panel 3: Close up on Agent Green. He smiles fakely. The other two agents remain stone-faced in the background.
GREEN: Agent Green, FBI.
Panel 4: Wide shot of the room. Lobster relaxes a little, but not much.
GREEN: The House Un-American Activities Committee is dealing with a few difficult individuals who are a threat to our way of life. Someone with your skills would be of great use.
Panel 5: Close on Lobster. He sneers in disgust.
LOBSTER: Forget it. I don't do Uncle Sam's dirty work.
Panel 6: All three agents in panel, drawing their handguns.
GREEN: I think you'll reconsider, Mr. Johnson. Otherwise, you'll start to look pretty red yourself. And red lobsters, well... they're ready to cook.
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