Strip 630 -- First Seen: 2011-02-04
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Panel 1
Libby, having recovered from her shock, approaches the sergeant, wearing a brave smile.
Libby: Good day and Merry Christmas, sir.
Libby: I am the Ceres Spaceport, uh, concierge. May I be of assistance?

Panel 2
The sergeant looks down at Libby with cold eyes and speaks flatly.
Sergeant: We are staying at Hôtel de Crillon. Can you give us directions?

Panel 3
Full-length two-shot of Libby and the Sergeant. Libby gestures towards her cab parked nearby. It is a newer, somewhat nicer runabout than we saw before, with the name 'Fresh Air Taxi Company' printed on the side.
Libby: Well, I'm also an authorized driver for the Fresh Air Taxi Company.
Libby: I can show you where it is.

Panel 4
Closer two-shot of Libby and the sergeant.
Sergeant: Thank you no, ma'am. I understand it is near. We'll be marching there.
Sergeant: Can you give us directions?

Panel 5
Now Libby and the Sergeant are standing near a display that says 'You Are Here'. It shows a map of the area, with an X on the spaceport. Libby is pointing to the hotel's location on the map, looking defeated.
Sergeant: Thank you, ma'am.

Panel 6
Wide panel. The sergeant leads the now-assembled company (totaling roughly 140 troops) out of the lobby and down one of the pedestrian tunnels.
Sergeant: Company-y-y-y-y, harch! Hrup, hroop, hreep, horp …
Caption: The infantry had landed.