What I Bought 3/14/2025 - Part 1

I only found half the books I was looking for last week, but three is better than zero, so we'll roll with what we've got. And today, what we've got is a pair of books on their second issues, one of which on much more solid ground with me than the other.

Bronze Faces #2, by Shobo and Shof (writers), Alexandre Tekenkgi (artist), Lee Loughridge (colorist), Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou (letterer) - That does seem like good headgear to wear in a fistfight, provided you can see what you're doing. Or you're Daredevil.

In the 4 months since the heist in issue 1, Gbonka, Timi and Sango have expanded their operation, bringing in more people, including some with actual experience at stealing things. Smart, though it does feel like the sort of thing that opens more potential holes in their group. Especially now that there's a determined cop, Detective Lai, on their tails.

Still, those are problems for a future issue. For now, the goal is a heist on a train carrying a lot of stuff for an auction at the site of a famous horse race. Most of the issue, Shobo and Shof show us what's happening through Ev, some video streaming person with a rich dad, who can't resist showing off some antique horse that's passed to her, and records all the security measures and passcodes it took to get to it.

Tekengki puts a scrolling view of various comments when someone is looking into the phone, which vary from excitement at potential drama when Ev remarks she might try to hit with a suave gentleman who bumped into her (and copied her palm print), to someone asking if the thieves, who now call themselves "Ogiso", intend to put the art in another museum, just in Nigeria, lol. You know the type.

It is a little difficult for me to take anyone seriously if they start a statement with, "Hashtag," as the Ogiso do at the conclusion of their public statement. I initially thought that was Gbonka, because it seemed like the sort of thing an earnest, but painfully square, politician would do. But going by the masks, it was Timi. Ah, well, he's the hip young musician, and I'm a fuddy-duddy, so what do I know? Other than Sango is not happy about Timi and Gbonka making out, and the two ladies still don't seem to be seeing eye-to-eye. Tekengki is still setting it up so even when they do make eye contact, they're in separate panels and look as though they're looking away.

Mine is a Long, Lonesome Grave #2, by Justin Jordan (writer), Chris Shehan (artist), Alessandro Santoro (color artist), Micah Myers (letterer) - That's what life in decaying, mining towns will do to you: You wind up with tapetum lucidum like a dang raccoon.

Harley left last issue's victim tied to the hood of a car with railroad spikes through his eyes (something about preventing the soul from escaping.) So the Weavers send more guys, who end up either shot or buried in a collapsed mine. The ringleader of the squad, to the extent he qualifies, at one point briefly sees Harley with a bunch of glowing eyed faces looming behind him. Not sure what the means. I was operating under the impression the Weavers knew the magic around here, but maybe Harley's got a little, too.

Preliminaries taken care of, Harley beats up a guy in a bar to learn how things stand, then starts destroying all their holdings, what there are of them. Mostly this involves burning down a huge warehouse full of pills, then hitching a ride on the underside of the lead goons SUV to get inside the Weaver's compound. 

And that's about it. Harley's hallucinations are getting worse, distracting him often enough he gets clipped by a few rounds. He comments at one point he has to live long enough for the curse to kill him, which might only be a day. I thought he had seven days, or does he mean something else? Either way, my new theory is the priest did it, as a way to use Harley to clean up the dying town. And there's a certain amusement in the man of God using heathen curses. I'm not sure if I'll stick around long enough to find out.