I love that Kyrie Irving demanded a trade. The Nets spent 3.5 seasons covering for and excusing all his dumbassery. Whether it's throwing his teammates under the bus as not being good enough to help he and Durant, or refusing to get vaccinated, or promoting movies that claim Jews made up the Holocaust, the Nets always make excuses and empty promises that Kyrie's gonna do better, and nothing changed.
And now the Mavericks traded the only guy on their team who plays defense, plus draft picks for Kyrie Irving, whose teams never show any real drop-off in performance after he leaves, and who can't be counted on not to get hurt or say or do something stupid or hateful that gets him suspended. And he's a free agent at the end of this season! They gave up actual useful players and draft picks for the basketball equivalent of a 5-month migraine! Just spectacular.
One book last week, one book this week (that the local store won't have). Maybe three books next week. Why is everything waiting until the last week of the month to ship? Like February isn't depressing enough already.
In a much earlier volume, Moon Knight had a group of agents and informants. Someone is now killing them, including a poor guy who looks like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. Ruh-roh. Marc's rushing to the home of his buddy Plesko, the guy who talked with Zodiac last issue, but the place blows up. Which is strange when the other victims are being killed in more hands-on ways. Totally not suspicious!
They've managed to save a couple of people so far, which gives Reese the idea to have Jake figure out what route the killers are taking. Nice panel of Marc stepping aside for Jake by pulling the mask off while the burning building puts their face in shadow. Jake figures the route, Moonie finds them, i.d.'s them with some help from 8-Ball, and beats them up while they make cryptic statements about a 'ghost in the telephone.'
I had thought, based on how Sabbatini and Rosenberg illustrated them in the glimpse we got at the end of last issue, that they were robots. Actually, I thought they looked like the droid goon lackey for Pizza the Hutt in Spaceballs!, but they're actually some guys called the Harlequin Hit Men. The masks are supposed to look stitched together from different pieces of fabric, I guess. Whatever, someone did a number on them mentally, and while Marc lets Dr. Sternman take them in, now he's in a mood.
The second story, by Danny Lore and Ray-Anthony Height, is set in the 1970s and involves Blade teaming up with a Moon Knight of that time to deal with some yuppie vampires that are abducting people to feed on and buying up the abandoned buildings at a discount. Ah the old double-jump snatchy-snatchy, seen it a million times.
Moon Knight and Blade take care of the vampires, but when Moonie decides to try and kill him, too, Blade points out he'll owe her a favor in the future. Or, it'll be owed to another of Khonshu's fists. Which is why, in the present, Blade agrees to help Reese learn about being a vampire as soon as Marc asks.
It's a nice twist. I was expecting a fight or some sort of confrontation between Marc and Blade about Moon Knight dusting all those vampires that came to New York for the sales pitch, but Lore used the fact Blade's been around for a while, and there have been a lot of Moon Knights. Height's art is very different from Cappuccio's, less sharp and minimalist. His 1970s Fist of Khonshu is a much more elaborate look, and while she does rock a big cape, it doesn't swallow up her movements. Rosenberg does away with the high-contrast, deep shadows approach she uses for the main story.
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