Queen & Country

Queen & Country is a comic book published by Oni Press and written by Greg Rucka with various artists illustrating.

Chapter 1

 * Tara: [narrating] First rule...keep moving. Second rule...find a crowd.

Chapter 2

 * Tom: How are you feeling?
 * Tara: Leg's fine, Tom.
 * Tom: There's both fine, you ask me.

Chapter 3

 * Tara: [narrating] I am, after all, worth one million dollars. Or at least, that's what the red mafia is willing to pay for my head. Not really the same thing, is it?

Chapter 4

 * Tara: [narrating] There's a trick, they teach it to you at the School. When someone pulls a gun on you, they say…charge at him like a bloody lunatic…It's the last thing they expect and most of them can't hit water from a submarine anyway…and repeat to yourself over and over that you're doing this for Queen and Country.

Chapter 1

 * Tara: What are you writing?
 * Psychologist: Just my notes. They're confidential, just between you and me.
 * Tara: Then I can read them?
 * Psychologist: Certainly. Have I got it right so far?
 * [Notes read "Reticent. Suspicious."]

Chapter 2

 * Tara: …Bloody talking about me like I can't hear them! I'm a spy for God's sake!

Chapter 3

 * Kate: Minder Two as requested, sir.
 * Crocker: Show her in, Kate. And if we could get some coffee, I won't have to fire you.
 * Kate: I obey.

Chapter 1

 * Tara: Because sweat, mud and shite make a girl glow.
 * Ed: Works for me.

Chapter 2

 * Tara: Either you move right now, or I shall move you…and I shall do it in such a way as to make your future a very high-pitched one.

Chapter 3

 * Crocker: But if he is, then Ed's just bought us a chance to prevent a major C.B.W. incident.
 * Tom: Sound good at his wake, won't it?

Chapter 4

 * Tom: …And hail the conquering hero. Back from Iraq with not a scratch to show for it.
 * Ed: Oh, I've got scratches…Just none that I'm willing to show you.

Chapter 5

 * Tara: How fast are you?
 * David: When someone's shooting at me? I'm bloody Carl Lewis.

Chapter 1

 * Tara: An affair, by definition, is conducted with a degree of discretion, if not secrecy.

Chapter 2

 * Lisa: We ran "Andre" here through the visual database, looking to match his face with any on file.
 * Tom: Don't tell me it actually worked?
 * Lisa: Heavens no. It never does. The computer always wants to match the subject with the late Queen Mother, may she rest in peace.

Chapter 3

 * Tara: My friend fell in love with you, Anton…and that's the only reason I haven't started putting my fags out on your face.