Extinction Seed #0

We got

what we

came for.

We’ve been watching

their Antarctic base for

a long time now. But

something’s changed.

They’re on the move.

Those sons’a

bitches found something.

Beneath the ice crust!

MISS MURP HY…

any suggestions?

We should alert our

best agents in the field.

To monitor, track and

head them off.

Hear that, C OL ONEL

NEWSTED ? Do I know how

to pick my staff or do I?

My assistant will see you

to your chopper. Meet you

tomorrow at the TEST FIELD.

Roger,

MR. S O DDENBERG.

At your orders.

NOOOO!Fuck. Is it possible

for m e to die in one

of your dreams?

It’s the same one

I keep having -- the

one with the freakin’

monster chewing my

face off.All these things

have a meaning. I think

it symbolizes your

need to get laid.

You

okay?

CAROL,

can you hear

me?!

What the

hell did you

say to her…? Miss

Morrigan,

honestly!

I implore

you, listen

to…

…m e?

Congratulations.

You got half a page of

THE TIMES filled with

ink on shantytowns

and shacks.

Misery sells, GAYA.

And we offer one- stop

shopping: see it tonight

and pay top dollar to feel

compassionate about it

from the comfort of

your living room.

Miss MORRIGAN ?

May I request the rare

privilege of a moment

in your presence?

My name is

SEBA STIAN WRIGHT.

I represent a concern

very interested in seeing

your sublime talents

applied to the BERLIN

STATE MUSEUMS.

I’m flattered,

Mr…. Right, was it? But

P HO TOGRAP HY’s a strictly

personal passion. I don’t

shoot for commission…

only for me. Sorry

I can’t help you.

There must be a

misunderstanding, Miss

Morrigan. I wasn’t referring

to your photographic

prowess. My clients wish

to avail themselves of your

O THER TAL ENT.

You must have me

confused with someone

else. I don’t know what

you’re talking about and

I really must be going.

A most

inopportune

complication.

CYNTHIA,

you cool?

you do remember

the press conference

is about to start?!

Move it and

lose it, creep!

You’re restoring my

faith in you, Miss Morrigan.

This is exactly the kind of

TAL ENT I was told about.

And now that we can forgo

the tiresome cocktail chatter:

on the table behind me you will find

a business card. With an offer and

a telephone number.

A pig with a

calling….

…card?!

Okay, guess I’m

not the only one good

at… getting lost…

Sure, Prof Steinberg is an

old fart but… jeez, I don’t

know where you found the guts

to tell him to his face!Anyway, I’m not really much for

crowds. I thought maybe we could go

do some…studying back at my dorm.

The roommate’s out ’til tonight…

Sorry…

I’m busy for

the rest o f

my l ife!

Uh-okay…

you go do

that then…You must be taking etiquette

lessons. You chased him off without

one reference to his mother and

the football team.

Still

bummin’?

What’s goin’

down?

Frankly, me.

Can’t shake

the feeling I’m

being watched.

Again?! Does Merv

the Perv need me to kick

the other cheek?

Not him.

Someone else is

following me…

You’re strung out and spacin’,

that’s all. C’mere… just ’cuz

The Man’s everywhere doesn’t

mean you can’t just be…

“…paranoid…”

Are you

c ompl etely crazy?

YO U KIL L ED HIM!

I hope our friendly exercise

helps assure you that the

government money diverted

to SECTION S4 doesn’t just…

G O UP IN SMOK E.

I don’t

believe it.

DULCE. NEW MEXICO.JULY 18, 1963.LOCAL TIME 11:37 AM.

COLONEL NEWSTED!

You’re telling me I took

the redeye all the way out here

to get a firsthand look at…

An empty

canyon?

Agent

Dickinson.

P hase in .

It’s my pride and

pleasure to introduce you to

our experimental Stron gsuit

prototype. Aside from the little

light-bending show you just

didn’t see, this sheath will

shelter our boys…

…from jungle heat

and Siberian cold. It’s

water-tight. It provides

chemical nourishment for

days. It’s bullet-proof.

And most outstanding…

Agent

Dickinson,

hold up.

Are the

subjects still

in range? They’re…

tickling.

What

strategies do

we have for…

”…tickling?” C’mon,

say it!

Sidney, lay

off or I’ll

piss my pants!

Then say it!

The truth

shall set

ye free!

They’re

after THE

GIRL.

They’re on

the move!

Be ready to

intercept.

UNIVERSITY OF NEW MEXICO. ALBUQUERQUE. JULY 18, 1963. LOCAL TIME 11:37 AM. It’ll never hold

up. I’d say anything

after ten minutes

of tickling.

Then say

it just to hear

yourself curse: “NO

FUCKING FUCK ER IS

FOL L OWING ME!”

DANIEL! Another

hot sleepover with

the news feed?

Don’t worry, FRANK,

I didn’t sleep a minute. Wanted

the piece against those KARMA

P HARMACEU TICAL S bastards to

be online by this morning.

Coffee.

You need

it.

Thanks,

and here are

your morning

wire services.

Printed out

fresh during

my 4:27AM

break.

See that?

Another new

comet sighting

in New Mexic o.

Yeah, Dan.

They got it

on this screen

thing, too. And

you only have to

stack up one.

You know us

antiques have

trouble talking

to stuff built

since 1970.

Hmp. They

don’t match.

The comet’s

names…

Whuh? You’re right. Here,

in your printouts… it’s spelled

“E.L.E.N.I.N.”, like an acronym.

The website just calls it

“EL ENIN.” No periods. Time to

call Opus Dei, old-timer?

They’ve also

added a new paragraph.

“The comet, as tradition

dictates, has been named

after its discoverer,

prominent professor

Leonid Elenin.”

So prominent he

didn’t exist at 4:27

this morning.

Somethin’

stinks. Cover

for me, I’ll be

back asap.

NEW YORK CITY.DECEMBER 11, 2010.

LONDON. JULY 12, 1963. LOCAL TIME 6:37 PM.

Hello?

I’d like to

book a trip to

Berlin…

THE BEGINNING OF THE END…