Ill. 1
Bald man in Raybans gets knocked hard by the interrogation cell door being kicked off the hinges by our hero, Imago, who fires his blaster (held in his bloody right hand for the rest of the page) straight ahead… at the reader!?

BALD MAN: “ARG!”
IMAGO: “Let’s just get this over with.”

Ill. 2
Marie hunched over on the ground, clutching her hand, her blaster smouldering and smoking beside her. Imago drops his gold watch in front of her as he walks past.

IMAGO: “Something to remember me by, Marie. I’m getting the feeling that I won’t remember you.”

Ill. 3
Imago pushing open a door with one hand, holding his blaster up with the other, three long shadows falling down over him from the room he is entering.

IMAGO: “Now we come to the end, you three. Let me see if I don’t follow your plan: you allow outsiders to infiltrate your society, they kill your rival, turn on each other.”
IMAGO: “How does our story conclude now that I’m not wearing your chip?”

Ill. 4
Imago facing down X2, who holds up an orange in the left hand, and X3, who holds a slender tobacco pipe in the right hand.

X3: “How did you know?”
IMAGO: “I seem to have a knack for paranoia.”
X2: “You’ll go back to sleep and forget all about this. Your natural cycle will just take longer.”

Ill. 5
Imago kicking X3 in the chest while he blasts X2 and X1 in a quick fire sequence.

IMAGO: “Better do this now then!”

Ill. 6
Shadow image of Imago standing over X3, blaster aimed square at their forehead. (Black, white, red hand.)

X3: “You couldn’t be this man. You were a nobody, a patsy–”
X3: “I can give you anything you want.”
IMAGO: “Maybe next time I’ll wake up as someone more pragmatic.”