"Mr. Trump does not wish to see the bust until AFTER the hair has been affixed, thank you."
It begins with everyone's favorite swingers, The Halls, returning from another one of their wild, ribald escapades.
Oh, those queens and their 'hollow worlds'. The less said about that 'adventure', the better, Shiera.
Actually that's a lie. It begins, like most Hawkman stories, with exposition. Lots of lots of it. Like, World Fair's levels.
Find the Head. Find the Lamp. Save the Cheerleader.
It's always SOMETHING, isn't it?
But despite C.A.W. being a reasonable acronym, let it not be overlooked that having the Hawks fight an organization named "CAW" is hilariously onomatopoetic. It's like having Batman fight S.K.R. E.E.. or Flash fight Z.I.P. or Hal Jordan fight K.L.O.N.K.
C.A.W. goons had matching jumpsuits, a love of visual symmetry,
and enjoyed breaking the fourth wall.
The story also features a bronze ancient mechanical oracle in the shape of a man's head and a light bulb from the Freeman Dyson Collection. It's like what you'd get if Apple put Salvador Dali in charge of product development.
Because nothing says "scientific research" like Olde Tyme Phonts.
Since name-checking noted killjoy Asoka the Sorrowless wasn't nearly historicalicky enough for a Hawkman story, the endless exposition also brings in noted geek and armillary aficianado, Pope Silvester, Junior (because a Bronze Talking Head is really the kind of thing he'd go for).
Oh, and a naked guy in an alley who probably partied with the Hawks the night before.
Or more likely, we WON"T, since, after all, this is Hawkman story...