Grey and red, the colours from the sides are already well into the swing of things. Politics, the machinations of men and their behind the scenes schemes all pretty much doing something. It's just not something that makes reading the second issue an easy to join task with the surrounding beats of the beast.

Clearly things are afoot and with the hand of commie evil out there on the warpath, the whole of the United States is screaming for a saviour or two who don't go around banking red cents. To that end, there environment is clear. Now, making the most of the slide into it all, that's another thing entirely. A brunt to bear.

Step right up, step right up, the floor is pretty slippery, now watch where the feet go asteppin'.

 

The other guys in the shop keep claiming this is a right ripper of a yarn. Government sanctioned super heroes taken that one step further. Government sanctioned super villains. Concept is smart, but reading an issue halfway through loses that outset boil.

The whole spill of finding out one of the supers is a black guy unravels into a heated discussion on race relations and what to believe in what the people in the high chairs will tell the people on the ground. Virgin stands by wheelchair decision. It's an intense read for that matter.

Features quite a different ending to what's been in comics for a bit of while. Even in these dark and grim times of killing people from behind and mind wiping others for the hell of it.