Security Desk

Stuart was new on the security desk, but an old hand at sorting the bad eggs out of the box of apples. The lunchtime peak was approaching... he crik-crak'd his knuckles in anticipation...

Ninja Mouse...

CATFIGHT!

Barflies

The bar vibrated with the staccato grind of the jukebox. Branson Brickfords 'My enemy's evacuation' was now on it's 3rd spin, but the patrons weren't here for the music. They were here for cheap-ass booze and a quick escape from the shady world of hustlers, gangs and private dicks outside that door.

Wing was used to this bar. He liked a fight but he didn't make trouble cos the prospect of findin' somewhere new... was 'unconsciounable'. So he kept to himself, drinking his Highballs and scraping at the initials carved into the bar top.

But then he saw her... gorgeous and vulnerable. So, so vulnerable, and definitely in need of assistance...

Sometimes a guy has to help a lady out.
Sometimes a gal finds herself in a spot of trouble. Right now trouble was a half-ton of fresh beef leaning its rump on yonder bar stool. She could already see where tonight was headed.

...and only a little premature violence will get the big palooka to peace-off!

The Cops (and a goddess)

The floating goddess... This is a version of Chang-e, the moon goddess, but on a floating chunk of heaven. This came to me during a meeting, there's more to it (mountains and sky), but this is a partially complete version...

These are the cops chasing our earlier Killer (the croc)

Croc Killers + Girlbots...

Girlbot! This is what happens when you forget to wear your robot pants. I drew this one while The Daughter was drawing random words (which I naturally had to spell for her). I like the idea that our robot pilot would wear cut-offs under the armour.......

Sometimes you can't predict how the day will unfold. You turn up 3 aces, and then everything goes to shit! That's why you keep a flare gun on hand at all times. I drew this during the same father-son drawing lesson. More to come...