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Global Frequency: There are a thousand and one people on the Global Frequency...

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Those are words that you'll read over and over again in Warren Ellis's Global Frequency comic. It's about a privately owned and funded organization with agents all over the world with every skill set you might conceivably need, all united for the single purpose of saving the world.
Every issue is a more or less unconnected story, with only two characters being consistently in each book. Miranda Zero is the head of th GF, and Aleph is the punk girl that monitors the frequency and runs all of their communications. Basically, there are enough people on the Frequency, with enough access and knowledge, that they can keep an eye on most of the world for bad things about to happen. When they come across something, they tap field agents with the necessary skills, and get them all together in order to neutralize the threat.
The first issue deals with a Russian sleeper agent left over from the cold war, with an implat in his head that will teleport a nuclear bomb directly on top of him. He just happens to be in San Francisco. The last issue involves the sudden awakening of a space based weapon that will drop crabon spheres down to earth, gathering enough friction energy during planetfall to simulate the destructive force of a nuke, without any of the messy radioactive fallout, the weapon was designed to eliminate three quarters of the human race.
The problems they deal with are widely varied, as are the operatives that are called upon to deal with them. It's a fun read, with lots of noble unsung heroes and terrible shadowy villains. I highly recommend it if you like comics at all.
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  1. Jason PalmerDecember 22, 2009 at 7:42 PM

    I'm glad you enjoyed the book. Loved all the guest artists and one and done stories.

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