Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Superman, nor do I make any profit. I do this for fun only.

A/N: I know it has been awhile since I last posted, but the holidays have been really stressful. I still have a few…quirks…to work out for chapter four, but I wanted to give you something, so here is a little (read: short) interlude.

Interlude One

"OK, ladies, you know what you have to do. Someone is bound to have noticed our pattern by now, so let's give them a little surprise." The speaker looks out over her audience. Twenty black-cloaked figures, barely noticeable in the darkness of what seems like a large, empty warehouse, listen as if they are in a trance. The speaker smiles. "Two hours and remember, don't get caught." She pauses, them, softer, says, "As if that could happen." She laughs, then slowly, so does her audience.

Three Hours Later:

The once empty warehouse is now full; full of televisions, stereos, and other high-priced electronics piled around the edges. But the center is empty, save for a lone figure. The only light shines upon her long, wavy blond hair and her eyes shine, a cold icy blue.