Somebody's got to win this war, right? — Greg Rucka, Lazarus, Vol. 4: Poison
Somebody's got to win this war, right? — Greg Rucka, Lazarus, Vol. 4: Poison
Somebody's got to win this war, right? — Greg Rucka, Lazarus, Vol. 4: Poison
Somebody's got to win this war, right? — Greg Rucka, Lazarus, Vol. 4: Poison
Somebody's got to win this war, right? — Greg Rucka, Lazarus, Vol. 4: Poison
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Somebody's got to win this war, right?

— Greg Rucka, Lazarus, Vol. 4: Poison
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