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| - Jackson, Christine and Victoria attend the funerals of their fallen comrades. Afterwards, Christine makes note that the members of StormWatch Black didn’t show up, unaware that they too are doing their part.
Jenny Sparks finally tracks down Henry Bendix and kills him, once and for all, but not before he dispatches a team of International Operations assassins to kill Malcolm King. At the hospital where Malcolm has been lying in a coma, they make their move but are stopped by Jack Hawksmoor and Swift.
Meanwhile, Jackson, Christine and Victoria make their reports of SkyWatch’s final days and consequences of the alien infestation to the United Nations. They are informed of Bendix’s death and the attempt on Malcolm’s life…and also that the U.N. will no longer continue to fund StormWatch. No more orbital platform. No more field teams. No more monitoring stations. StormWatch is dead.
Jenny, Jack and Swift visit the graves of their friends. Jenny declares that there has to be somebody left to save the world…and to change it. Swift asks about their two new recruits and if she thinks they’ll be ready. Jenny says they don't have a choice either way. And then quietly, strangely, she says “Door.” A shimmering golden portal opens and the three walk through.
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| - * This is the final run and issue of StormWatch. This also serves as a prelude to Warren Ellis' new series The Authority.
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| - You poor bastards. You weren't ready for an alien infestation. Just like you weren't ready for the Bleed. Things are getting worse. In the end, they got too big for you. And I wish we'd been there. There has to be someone left to save the world.
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