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It was one of the worst fogs of the year. A real pea souper as they were calling them now, ever since that New York Times article a few years earlier, and Police Constable Bill White had never liked patrolling in the fog, especially not in the mid-evenings. He pulled his pocket watch out and checked the time, a quarter to nine, fifteen minutes to curfew. Meaning fifteen minutes until the rules changed. Once curfew hit the new special unit from Scotland Yard took over the patrol. Bill had heard only rumours about the team, some of the boys said the team was made up of people worse than the monsters they hunted, others said they were just well

Conspiracy PANEL 1: Half page wide, quarter high SCENE: We see the front windscreen of a yellow car, inside are two men, in the passenger seat is Miles Lancaster, behind the wheel is Sam Witwicky, they're talking, on the radio is playing 'Conspiracy' by Paramore (add some music notes and some of the lyrics along the bottom of the panel) MILES (looking disbelieving): So, wait, you're trying to tell me that those... Those giant robots were real? PANEL 2: Same size as PANEL 1 SCENE: Same scene as PANEL 1 except the music is different, same song, just the next lyrics MILES: Come on, I mean Steven Spielberg admitted that they were just a pub