Solo finishes off the Zoo Crew all by himself before discovering Egghead was a Red Herring - who's the Big Bad here? The answer to that question will surely be underwhelming. After three nicely-drawn but puddle-shallow issues, here's how Solo finally explains his antipathy to terrorists: "It's not really like a job for me. More like a vocation. Because, reasons." And then he shoots a bad lady in the head. This is appallingly bland, and anybody with a high school-level capacity for critical reading should be able to recognize that. Sound and fury without even the fury. Commando on Xanax.