"Okay, Bart, visiting Miami has been fun but we need to get back."
Clark Kent was so busy looking around South Beach he didn't notice the way Bart would appear and disappear. When he looked behind him, no one was there. "Bart?" he said, looking around uncertainly.
In a flash, Bart was back.
"Where'd you go?" Clark asked.
"Oh, just taking care of a little business," Bart said with a great big grin. He put a piece of paper in his pocket.
It was not the first time Clark had been outside Smallville. Ever since he learned he could run really fast, he had gone on quick trips to Metropolis and beyond. Usually he wasn't gone long enough for his parents to notice.
This, though, was his first trip to Miami. It was, in fact, a day of firsts for Clark.
He had never met anyone like Bart, someone who could run so fast he could zip across a body of water. Someone who was possibly faster than Clark himself.
When Bart suggested they should head down to Miami because they were two super-powered studs, Clark went on his first super-speed trip to Miami.
If Bart and Clark appeared on TV, you might see large white block letters move across the screen and center themselves with a great "whoosh" and quiet "clunk." The words would read:
BART AND CLARK
TWO SUPER-POWERED STUDS
Clark eyed his new friend suspiciously. "You weren't stealing, were you?"
"Hey, no," Bart said. "I'm no thief."
Imagine Bart in a freeze frame and underneath:
BART
THIEF
"We need to get back," Clark said.
"Back to Smellyville?" Bart said. "Yeah, 'cause that's much more exciting than Miami."
"Let's go," Clark said.
The two of them took off running with a great "whoosh." The average onlooker would have thought they just vanished.
Shortly after they left, Sam Axe stepped out on the beach. A former Navy SEAL with a laid-back attitude, he tried to survey his surroundings like he wasn't really doing surveillance. Just a bored tourist kind of glancing around.
As Sam did his pretending, Fiona Glenanne also stepped into view. Though petite, she walked like she was royalty. You would never guess she was an arms dealer.
"Fi," Sam said. "Did you just give that kid your phone number?"
"Not me. Melissa," she said with a tone of bored indifference to match her facial expression.
A tan blonde in a black bikini waved while offering a cheerful smile.
Imagine more large white block letters centered on the screen:
MELISSA
THE CLIENT
"She gave her phone number to the kid to give to the bigger guy," Fiona said with her usual crispness.
"Nice to know you were there if we needed a distraction or an explosion."
"I'm always there for Michael. What did he say earlier?"
"He was in the middle of a crisis so our talk was short. We didn't talk about shoes or movies.. Or my favorite drinks."
Just then Sam's cell phone chirped. "Hey, Mikey," Sam answered.
The voice was so cool you could almost tell the guy on the other end was wearing sunglasses.
"Sam, did our contact show up?"
"Sorry, Mike. I think he got spooked. It was the weirdest thing. There was this kid and this big guy. It was like they just appeared out of nowhere. Guess they scared him off."
"We'll try again tomorrow, Sam."