This is horror pure and simple, and these mercs are there to fight all forms of the supernatural and dangerous. I just wish I was enjoying this. And when the dialogue isn't repetitive enough, the characters feel inclined to re-iterate their harrowing situations two or three times for us, as if Hama and Schifrin are just padding the pages with obligatory dialogue to prevent the panels from being nothing but pictures. The dialogue isn't the worst thing in the book though, as the story is pretty much all over the place with every element of the narrative clunky and without much of a pace to settle down with. I'm sure this is supposed to be intentional since the big war has been hyped for three issues, but when there are splashes on splashes of war on the page, it's sadly underwhelming. Hama and Schifrin do take some neat twists here and there bringing all the monsters out of the wood work and even enlisting the help of the Lincoln statue to battle an ancient gorgon. But the landslide continues with the brutally irritating climax involving the American soldier zombies, and the villainess who can't stop being a cliche, screaming "Pathetic humans!" like a bodily function. "Spooks" had every such opportunity to be a fun mini-series, and it really hasn't been, save for a few nuggets here and there. Pair that with the painfully predictable "surprise" ending, and you pretty much have a lead-in to "Spooks: Omega Team" a monthly series I am really not looking forward to, I have to admit. "Pity you didn't anticipate my stake proof armor!" Oh brother.