Well, that’s a nifty trick!

Sorry for the late start this morning. The Holiday weekend messed with our schedules a bit.

We’re four weeks in so far, and personally, I’m loving the comic! This is not a surprise. But I’m more interested in what you all think about it. Let us know what we’re doing right/wrong/weirdly! Thanks for sticking with us this far, and I promise it’s about to get a lot more Demon Huntery soon. Stay tuned!

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Silent Jim leans in close and taps Gabriel's forehead, right between the eyes. There's a flash of light at the point of contact.

SILENT JIM: Sober. Up.

Exterior shot of Jazzhands. Brilliant shafts of white light blast through the filthy windows, startling a small flock of ravens that had perched on the camper van.

GABRIEL (From inside the bar): Aaaaaaaaaahhh!

Gabriel staggers back, clutching his head. The light's gone. He looks sober, but he's clearly had better days. Jim is unimpressed. Everyone else in the bar is rubbing their eyes from the light show.

GABRIEL: Son of a bitch! Goddammit, Jim! I'm a little less glad you're not dead, buddy. Christ, This had better be worth the insta-hangover.

They walk outside. Jim strides forward purposefully. Gabriel shields his eyes from the blinding sun with one hand.

GABRIEL: Hey! Slow down! Where are we going?
SILENT JIM: Back to work.

Gabriel stops Jim as he's climbing into the passenger seat of the van.

GABRIEL: Weren't you listening back there? There is no work! I'm out of the Brotherhood! Ichabod's in command of Alpha One now. What's left of it anyway. I'm not a Demon Hunter anymore, Jim. I'm not anything.