This book has been a consistently weird, awkward, sometimes scary and spooky story that really hasn’t gone out of it’s way to reveal much of ANYTHING regarding it’s secrets in six issues. To say that Warren Ellis and company are playing this one “Close to the vest” is a grave understatement. We see a lot of the same stunning visuals in this issue, and we have even begun to see who (or what) is out there in opposition to our team. There is still a very unique spin on this story, because of the fixation on food. It is nothing so overt as something like Chew, where the food is the device that drives the whole thing- but more of a small portion (that keeps getting bigger as we delve into the story) where food is so naturally brought up in conversation, and used as a set piece for the storytelling, which I enjoy.
This issue starts off with that beautiful cover, with Vivek Headland (I Have to say the names aloud sometimes to try and commit them to memory, because they often gloss over the character names, which is not the best) standing over an opulent crown roast of lamb (I am assuming animal at this point…) with his carving instruments in hand. It is a beautiful and stoic image, laden with implications. Though, we don’t really see any large amount of “action” in this issue, I do think there is a very high chance for Vivek to inflict quite a lot of damage on someone. The first few pages are mostly silent, as Vivek wakes and readies and dresses himself for his day, where he spends time in a giant 1984-esque room covered in thousands of television screens. He drinks some tea, reads the paper, and remarks how he is “Bored $#1%less” which was a frank statement that I hadn’t expected from such a put together and proper man.
We then get a half page blueprint of Vivek’s apartment, which looks pretty standard for a high-rise penthouse layout- it is big, with lots of rooms; an office, three bathrooms, storage space, and antechamber and something called