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Clark Kent was confused.

They arrived at an abandoned warehouse, and nothing looked disturbed. It was quiet, as well. Clark couldn't even hear anything with his super hearing. As far as he knew, there was nothing going on here.

But the officer that had complimented Clark at the cookout, Officer Talbert, led him, Danny, and three other officers into the warehouse. He had a look of grim determination on his face as they stepped into the building.

There was someone huddled in the middle of the floor, being watched be two more officers. When Danny saw who it was, he paled and froze in his tracks.

Clark's brow furrowed in concern. "Danny?"

Danny didn't say anything, and Talbert didn't answer Clark's unasked question, either. Instead, he turned to Danny and said, "Got you a little present, Danny. Look who surfaced."

They all surrounded the guy who had been huddled in a ball on the floor, and he stood up shakily and tried to speak calmly. Clark watched as Danny's jaw locked and his hands tightened into fists.

The guy held his hands up. "Listen… I got acquitted, alright? The judge, he let me off, no strings attached, and I—"

Danny exploded, stepping forward and yelling right into the guy's face. "You got off on a technicality, you piece of shit cop killer! Do you have any idea what you did to my partner's family?" Danny grabbed the guy's jacket and shook him hard before rearing back and punching him in the stomach. "Huh? What you did to me?" He hit the guy again, twice more. Once across the face and another in the stomach.

Clark stepped forward, about to say Danny's name, when Talbert held his hand out, stopping Clark from moving forward.

"We may not control the system," Talbert said with his eyes on the guy in front of them. "But we control the streets."

The guy was on his knees now, looking up at Danny with his tears running down his face. He held his hands out, palms up towards the ceiling, in the signal for surrender and apology. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry…" he sobbed.

"Danny," Talbert said. "Don't hold back. Justice must be served."

Danny was very obviously torn between wanting justice for his fallen partner and the fact that this… this just wasn't right. This was not the way to get justice for what happened, and he knew that.

"I'm sorry," the man said again. He fell onto his back, looking up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes.

"Are you just going to stand there, Foreman?" another officer said. He tossed Clark a crow bar, and he caught it one handed. He gave Clark a meaningful look. "Or are you gonna man up and give your partner a hand?"

Clark stared down at the crow bar in his hand. This was wrong. This was so wrong. And looking up at Danny, he could see that the young officer knew that.

Before Clark could put an end to what was going on, there was a buzzing sound and then the three officers behind him fell with little green arrows sticking out of their chests. The two officers guarding the man lying on the floor fell next, and then Talbert and Danny.

Clark caught the arrow shot at him and threw it to the ground. Oliver came out from his vantage point, ready to take him down, but Clark stopped him.

Clark could see Oliver's eyes widen in surprise behind his glasses. "Clark, what the hell are you doing here?" he snapped.

Clark didn't bother to answer him. Instead, he pushed Oliver towards the door. "You need to get out of here! Now!"

Lois shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Even though the doctor said that she was getting better, she still had some discomfort. Of course, that was to be expected, given the long gashes in her back, but she hated being out of it.

Seeing Clark run off with the other officers kind of pissed her off. She was so used to doing that sort of thing herself that she was annoyed that she couldn't do much more than sit back and watch. She hated just watching.

But Clark had come back to the house about an hour ago, looking thoroughly disturbed about something. When Lois had asked what was wrong, Clark had just shook his head and disappeared out to the farm.

He was walking back into the house now, sweaty and covered in little specks of hay. The white t-shirt that he wore stuck to his well-defined chest and back. Lois thought back to their brief kiss at Danny and Suzie's house before she shook her head, pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind. Clark walked past Lois without a word and stuck his head in the fridge, reappearing with a bottle of water.

"Feel better?" Lois asked.

Clark gave her a small smile and shrugged his shoulders, taking a long sip of water. Before he could answer, the front door to the house slammed open and Oliver stalked in.

"Imagine my surprise when I stumble upon Metropolis' finest going gangland." He raised an eyebrow at Clark. "Thug is a really good look for you and your crew, by the way."

"What's going on?" Lois asked, alarmed by the way the two men were facing off with furious looks on their faces.

"They're not all bad, Oliver," Clark said as if he hadn't heard Lois. "Some of them are out there every day, risking their lives and their families, trying to do…" Clark stopped talking abruptly and glanced at Lois out of his peripheral vision. "The right thing," he finished.

Oliver just stared at him for a long moment, shaking his head. Lois looked between the two men, her frustration with the whole situation rising.

"What happened?" she asked, but she was ignored once again.

"Of all people," Clark said. "I though you would understand that this isn't just black and white."

Oliver just continued to shake his head. "No matter how noble their intentions were when they started, Clark, these people have gone too far."

"Danny watched that guy kill his partner!" Clark defended. "Tell me that you've never been tempted to look in the eyes of someone who just committed so much pain and just—"

"Kill him," Oliver said in a flat voice. "Kill him for the greater good? You're gonna stand there and tell me that's what you believe? I don't think so."

Lois was now more than fed up with the two of them. She slammed the palms of her hands down onto the kitchen table to get their attention and stood up.

"YO!" she yelled. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

Clark and Oliver turned to look at Lois with looks of complete and utter shock on their faces. She didn't look away from them, crossing her arms and leveling both of them with a glare.

Given that Lois was helping him with this investigation, it was only fair that she knew what was going on.

"Officer Talbert brought us to a warehouse when we lift the cookout," Clark explained. "And the man who killed Danny's partner was there. And they…" Clark shrugged his shoulders.

"Wanted to beat the crap out of him?" Oliver provided. Without waiting for a response, he slapped a picture down on the table.

Clark and Lois both looked at the picture. "That's the suspect that Jones tracked down that night," Lois said.

Oliver shook his head again, a grim look on his face. "But he didn't find his way back to custody. He did, however, manage to find his way to the bottom of the river." He nodded his head when he saw Lois and Clark's shocked looks, confirming his statement. "Now, these people are taking the law into their own hands. How many more people have to die before you do anything?"

"We are doing something!" Lois exclaimed.

But Clark knew what Oliver meant. "I have it narrowed down to Simmons and Talbert," Clark said. "Both have sniper training."

"My money is on Talbert," Lois offered. "I was just getting a bad feeling from him."

Looking somewhat disappointed, Oliver picked up the picture. "Great! You two can sit here and play detective. I'm going to make sure your boys don't get a chance to put another person in the hospital."

As Oliver walked away, Lois shook her head. "What the hell is his problem?"

But Clark just stared after his friend before he turned on his heel and went upstairs to change. "I have to go talk to Danny."

Clark had only been gone for ten minutes when Lois felt something prick the back of her neck. Frowning, she felt the back of her neck and pulled out a tranquilizer dart.

Her vision began to blur, and she felt herself begin to fall over. Just as her head hit the ground, she saw two people wearing all black walk into her line of sight.

And just before she lost consciousness, she heard one of them say, "We'll be sure to get the Green Arrow when he finds out that we have Foreman's pretty wife."

Author's Note: Oooh, cliffhanger. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter!