We’re good, Svelt. No one’s followed us.
The B-Team part 1
Anyway.
With haircuts like ours, it would only seem natural for us to hang out in this place.
Editor-in-chief: Nicolas Caris A studio Makma production Story & letters: Edmond Tourriol Pencils & Inks: Samuel Ménétrer Colors: Fred Vigneau English Translation: Jérôme Wicky
“This place” is a hairdressing salon, a common sight in Clint City…
…for all the denizens of the city put great care in how they look.
Hello, miss… Hi. Hello. Would you like a shampoo before the cut?
But this salon here is not just about getting silky, sparkly locks…
Yes, the usual. Thank you, Amy.
Here we go!
Heyy!!
Enough with the small talk, Blaaster, we’re late already.
It also serves another purpose, a secret one…
…as one of the entrances to the Sentinels’ underground HQ!
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Usually, only Sentinel members are allowed to enter the base…
HAIRDRESSING SALON
Hiya, Pigs!
Tst.
RELAXATION ROOM
GARAGE MONTANA MONITORING
COMPUTER ROOM
DORMITORY
But these last two weeks have been anything but usual.
Yo, Shakra… Still on “mysterious, silent guy” mode? If you had swallowed as many swords as I did, your vocal chords would hurt, too…
I just can’t get used to this speed…!
VEHICLE ARMING ROOM
Come on, we’ve been waiting for you two. One of the offices is now the gathering place for a new team…
GENERATOR
… the B-Team!
ARMORY
CONFERENCE ROOM
I suppose the Sentinels like their associates nauseous…
DEPARTMENT OF STRATEGY
maciej ! Would you stop that?!
Havok is right, it’s getting hot in here!
ARCHIVES ROOM STORAGE
B-TEAM
STOCK ROOM
JAIL
KITCHEN
PARANORMAL ACTIVITIES MONITORING
UNDERGROUND GUARDHOUSE
Hot it is, Linda, baby, anytime I see you…
We’re all here. Linda, would you…?
The tracking device I stuck on Copper releases a very weak, sporadic signal. With what little information we gathered, we could only triangulate a fairly vast zone, which gave us no exploitable clues on Copper’s whereabouts. We must keep searching.
And as the pictures on the wall attest… …the “missing” list has grown significantly.
Lastly, Blaaster got his ass served last night…
We know that the robots matched Kinjo’s and Ashigaru’s fighting styles.
While on patrol, Havok and Maciej, then Uranus and Shakra, have fought a Guruthemed robot.
It’s quite obvious now that our enemy has the means of reproducing the abilities of the best fighters of Clint City and bestowing them on robots.
Think y’re funny?
Now take a look at the news today…
… by a new robot enabled with Copper’s skills.
Our mysterious enemy is no other than Zlatar!
ha, ha ! You owe me 50 Clintz, Maciej!
It was stupid of me to bet… Zlatar’s always the bad guy.
The ninja robots were just a means to control the streets at night…
… but this policing contract with the city makes Zlatar the master of Clint City on a 24/7 basis!
‘Cause if he’s doing that out of altruism, I’m a Freak knifethrower!
Look at this. It was recorded one hour ago.
The police robots have arrested Enzo on Interstate 43, right under the cameras of Z-News, of course!
Zlatar is the number one crime boss now.
He now has more power in his hands…
… than the Montana, the Gheist, and the Piranas altogether ever had…
And according to our mole amongst the mandolin players…
... Zlatar has called in intermediary bosses Rosa and Edd in his Z-Tower…
… to negotiate the freeing of their pretty boy, I’m sure!
But we’ll bust him!
Zlatar is definitely on everyone’s mind…
… as the waiting line in front of his office shows! Can you imagine the spurring possibilities with that beauty?
If it wasn’t for the Don, I swear, that Zlatar would fly out the window real soon.
Not vintage enough… That would be nice.
I sometimes wonder if Zlatar hasn’t achieved Sigmund Gheist’s ideal before we do!
Don’t worry, Glorg. You’ll get your beloved mistress back soon.
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Miss Rosa and Mr. Edd of the Montana, please.
It’s about time!
And who’s running the business while we’re here, uhn?
Follow me if you please…
This is about business, Rosa.
You’ve come a long way since we hit the big city, lil’ sister.
That dear old Edd! And Rosa, still gorgeous, I see…
Enough with that crap, you fraud. You know why we’re here.
I just wanted to encourage you to run your business as usual.
If you want quality family time, call me up on Christmas day.
Tell us what you’re after.
They’re friggin’ robots! They don’t need no retirement plan!
As long as you participate in the Z-Police retirement plan.
That’s beside the point. Maybe a few more arrests on public TV might help you get the picture?
Watch your mouth unless you want to be taxed on your own!
Anything could happen to you, trophy girl! Rubie... What delay did I allow them, again?
You have two days before your first payment.
After that, anything goes.
Don’t you think those La Junta or Sentinel boyscouts will give us a hard time? Without their leaders, they’re worthless!
Under a certain hairdressing salon… Chloé... You’re not allowed to take part in B-Team meetings.
havok ! We’ve got to complete our research strategy. Could you…?
It’s an inter-clan agreement. Only one representative for each clan.
I’m sorry. I really am.
I’ll get you for this!
You two stooges follow me!
What have we done?
“The B-Team”… I swear!
As if we had to compromise with other clans to rescue Copper!
Soon…
Stupid, arrogant, stuck-up ninja cow…
… I’ll show her how it’s done, that snotty little pest! I just can’t believe the nerve…
I gotta pick up a girl who can help us! We’re off to where, exactly?
Then maybe we should take a larger vehicle… It might get cramped in here with one more person!
Er… On second thoughts, we’ll probably manage to squeeze up…
dayton... coby...
Is she pretty?
I’m warning you, I’m not in the mood for crappy jokes…
… so you just think of what you’re saying before you open your traps!
Now that we know who our enemy is, it’s time for a surprise visit.
Now we know that Zlatar has modified parts of the building and that there are no records of these changes.
You will all play a major role in this.
But we have no time for recon.
We can’t screw up. Our leaders’ lives depend on it. We secured this plan thanks to Uranus, who got it from a member of her cult who works for the designer of Z-Tower.
The mission starts at nightfall.
Now listen carefully…
Cool your jets, pal! Sakrohm is no cult!
To be continued!