Title: A Hero Arrives (11/?): Sequel to 'A Fallen Hero'
Author: DCForever
E-mail: dcforever23yahoo.com
Feedback: Who doesn't want it? It is definitely welcomed.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama, Science Fiction
Archiving: Archiving is permitted as long as I know of where it will be posted and that all the above info stays intact.
Disclaimer: Lets get this straight...I'm not affiliated with anyone...don't have anything of major value. Think that about covers it.
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"Ms. Sullivan, you have a call coming in from Paris," announced the stewardess.
"Thank you, Cecilia. Can you patch me through on this phone?" Chloe held up a phone receiver she extracted from the side of her seat.
"Yes, ma'am." stated the stewardess before walking back toward the front cabin.
A few seconds later, Chloe leaned back in her chair as she heard her boss's voice on the other end of the line. She sat quietly and listened as her boss conveyed to her a spur of the moment story that normally wouldn't have been their paper's cup of tea, but due to the location of their reporter, Chloe, it would be a great addition for their paper. Pete sat back in his own comfortable chair and watched his friend's expression change, meaning the conversation couldn't be a sign of good fortune.
Minutes later, she hung up the phone, placing it back in the chair's side compartment, and then stared at her friend.
"Sorry Pete. There's been a slight change in venue. Our first stop in Metropolis is going to be an orphanage. My boss knew I was taking the company jet to Metropolis so when news that Lex, of all people, was holding a press conference at Metropolis Children Orphanage hit the wire...well, I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this."
"Guess some things never change. Lex is still the talk of the town." It was a well known fact that the Ross's and Luthor's didn't get along, a fact Pete himself reminded people about every chance he got.
"Yeah, you could say that. Hey look at it this way...we could call it a reunion of sorts."
"Now I see why I never cared much for those gatherings in the first place."
"Come on Pete. I don't like this anymore than you, but it is what I do. I cover the news and no matter what we think of Lex Luthor...anything he does...is very big news. You know it will be nice seeing baldy again. Since we're old acquaintances, I wonder if I can get an exclusive with him. Think he's changed any, Pete?" Silence was answer enough as he turned to stare out the window.
"Sandy, when did you say was the last time you've visited?" asked her friend, Rachel, as they walked down the sidewalk. Small businesses lined each side of the street and the few people out and about, stole glances of the two girls, but kept to themselves.
"Like I've said before...it's been a while. Still the small, quaint town I remember though."
"Small would be an understatement. I guess that is where the town got its name. Oh look, that place looks like a cute place to get some coffee. It's been built to look like an old theater. What a neat concept. Weird, but neat."
"The Talon? I remember this place. When I was younger my aunt brought me to see a movie here once." stated Sandra Fordman as her and Rachel Thomas crossed the street, heading toward the renovated theater turned much popular small town cafe.
They opened the door to the cafe and walked in, making their way to the ordering counter. Behind the counter stood an attractive, longhaired brunette, sporting a welcoming smile.
"What may I get for you two ladies today?" asked the young woman.
"Two mocha cappuccinos please." ordered Rachel, willing to buy the first round.
"This place is pretty cool looking. I remember when it was but a small theater. Who's idea was it?" asked Sandy as the brunette had her back turned to the girls and was preparing their drinks on another counter.
"I'm glad you approve." spoke the brunette over her shoulder, while finishing off their drink order. Returning to the counter with two cappuccinos in her hands. "That will be $4.35 with tax."
Rachel pulled her purse from her side and set it on the counter top and started searching for her money.
The cashier realized Sandy was still awaiting an answer to her question. "It was my idea. I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Lana. I'm the owner...and you are?"
Sandy looked shocked for a moment before answering. "Lana, as in Lana Lang? Whitney Fordman's girlfriend?"
"Yeah, how did you know? Are we supposed to know each other?"
"You might not remember. I'm Sandra Fordman, Whitney's cousin from Metropolis. This is my best friend, Rachel. We're supposed to stay at Whitney's place while we're in town."
"Ah, yes." Lana momentarily lost herself in thought, "So you're the one that ratted Whitney and me out for making out in the church."
"That was you...even back then?" Sandra asked, shocked, though finally glad the mystery girl had been revealed.
"Yeah, even back then. Like it was really all that long ago? That was our first time together. And for months after, it was still our first time due to a certain someone." Sandy ducked her head as she tried her hardest not to laugh. She did feel bad, but in a way, it was sort of funny as well. "Whitney said you might be visiting soon. Well you and your friend drink up. Consider your drinks on me."
Rachel gave up her money search and lifted her head out of her purse. "Thank you. I swear I had my money in here. Maybe it fell out in the car." Lana just smiled at the girl, wondering if she had ever thought of buying the drinks.
"Yeah thanks, Lana. You know you don't have to treat us special or anything while we're here."
"I know that, but you're like family and family watches out for their own. Whitney never did tell me why you two were coming all the way from Metropolis. Is it important?"
Lana walked from behind the counter and led the two young women to a nearby table.
"Actually you might be able to help us out with what we're looking for...or at least get us pointed in the right direction."
"I can give it a shot. So what do you want to know?" asked Lana.
"Well Rachel and I were surfing the web for something the other day and happened to run across an exert from one of Smallville's papers. I believe the name of the paper was 'The Torch'."
"Oh wow, maybe I won't be able to help you out then."
"So, you've never heard of it?"
"No, I've heard of it. My once close friend, Chloe Sullivan, used to be the editor of the paper. It was nothing more than a high school paper that seemed to get town wide recognition for some of its more bizarre stories. With that girl and her wild imagination and the strangeness that was her wall of weird...you never knew what she was going to print next. I used to think she was making a lot of her stories up, but then I saw a few of the weird occurrences myself. So is there anything particular you want to know about or just the paper in general? You know it hasn't been around for a while. Too bad I don't have Chloe's number. She would be the best person to ask about one of her stories."
"Would you know anything about the collapsing of a local high school gymnasium?"
"Yeah unfortunately...I do. That will be one day I'll never forget."
"Why's that?" asked Rachel, peaked by the odd answer.
Sandra was the more observant one. "Rachel, you could be more sensitive." Lana was thankful for the thoughtful consideration.
"No, it's alright. Rachel, that was the day that I lost a very close friend of mine. It was also the day that I should have di...let's just say I'll forever remember that day. To this day, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it." She reached up and rubbed her neck where her green necklace once hung.
After a moment, Rachel immediately spat out a mouthful of her drink. "Sorry." She reached for the napkins. She realized something in the girl's statement, but wasn't the only one.
"You were going to say die weren't you? If you don't mind, I would really like to know why you think you should have died?" asked a curious Sandy as she sipped her own cappuccino, unsure if she should have gone with the direct approach.
"I was in the gym that day...a lot of students were when the roof's rafters started to fall."
"Oh my, I'm so sorry. It must have been frightening."
"Just imagine large metal and steel beams and debris falling all around you. I'm not so sure frightened is a strong enough word for what that experience was like. It was completely out of our hands. All I clearly remember is looking up and a piece of debris falling toward me. I couldn't move. I froze. At the last second, my friend jumped and pushed me out of the way. The fallen debris hit him instead," her eyes dropped to the table top while in deep thought, "He gave up his life to save mine. He was a true hero." Lana knew she wasn't telling the whole truth, but no one except the students in the gym on that tragic day knew exactly what happened; of those, only a few actually believed what truly happened.
"Oh my god, so you're her...the girl from the article? What a coincidence."
"Article?" Lana asked, but strategically ignored.
"Whatever happened to the Chloe girl? Was she in the gym as well?" Sandy continued, not wanting to lose focus on her overall objective.
"Chloe? Hmmm, no, she wasn't. She was supposed to be, but I think she was running late...wait a minute. Why are you so interested in Chloe's involvement with the incident?
"Just curious is all." Sandy reassured the brunette. "Do you happen to know where we might find her?"
"No not really...she left town while back. She was rocked pretty hard as were we all. She wasn't the same Chloe Sullivan after that day. A month or so later, she packed her bags and left town. She always was a trooper and very talented so I'm sure she's moved onto bigger and better things, a chance to start a new. He would have wanted it that way." Lana wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Might that he...be the unnamed hero?" Sandy asked, grasping at straws.
"Yes, the same guy. He was more than just a friend...to both of us. At some point or another, we both fell for his good looks and farm boy charm. Even before that time...he was just always around when we needed him the most. No matter where we were...as long as we were within earshot of him, we both felt very much safe. In more ways than one...he had always been our hero. It's just after that day...others realized how special of a person Clark Kent really was." Lana was so caught up in her renewed feelings that she wasn't sure what she had said or hadn't said.
"Did you just say Cl..." Rachel wasn't allowed to finish her question before Sandy had her hand over her friend's mouth, interrupting her questioning.
"We're very sorry that we asked you to bring this all up. It's obviously a very sore and touchy subject. We truly are sorry. I think we've gotten enough information for now. If it isn't too much trouble, could you show us to cousin Whitney's apartment now? I could really use a nap."
Wiping tears from her eyes, "Absolutely. I'll just go get my purse and keys from the back, then we'll be off." Lana stood up and left the table, heading back to the back office.
"Okay Sandy, she's gone. Now care to explain what that was all about?" Rachel asked, staring the girl between the eyes.
"You really are clueless sometimes aren't you? She slipped and she didn't even know it. It's very clear that she...and from the sounds of it...along with the other students have been keeping something hidden, out of the press, media, and even with friends I would assume. Right now, our main concern is Mr. Clark Kent. Yes, I know what you're thinking, but there is a slim chance that the name is coincidental, but I seriously doubt it. I think we're definitely on the right trail. Let's just get set up in the apartment first and then we can talk more about it. I have a feeling we might be visiting a certain high school this weekend." Sandy quieted down as Lana re-approached the table, carrying her purse in one hand and her keys in the other.
"You two ready?"
"Lead on," responded Sandy in an uplifting voice.
On the outskirts of Metropolis, Christopher (aka, Clark Kent), Barry (aka, The Flash), and X-Ray sat, waiting in a secret room hidden well inside Metropolis University's president's hidden get away. Only, the place wasn't much hidden any longer and was in fact surrounded by hired assassins.
Clark was feeling useless just waiting around. "Oh this is stupid. Look at us. We are the embodiment of a Justice League or superheroes or something. We can't just sit around and wait for the opponent to strike first. They can't hide from me; my abilities have grown enough for me to know that. Between our abilities," pointing at him and Barry, "and your brains Ray...there shouldn't be anyone or anything that we let get in our way. I would think what happened at the waterfront was proof enough."
"It's about time you said something. We've been waiting for you to tell us what they were doing outside...or did you forget?" Ray asked as he viewed what he could through the hidden cams in the surrounding woods. I've got location on the majority, but these guys are professionals. We can't track them all; that's why they get the big money."
"Don't worry about those six." Clark slowly moved his head, following the movements of the six skeletons beyond the cabin's walls, hiding in the depths of the wooded forest.
"Six? Is that all?" Barry asked, rubbing his fist into his bare hand.
"Yeah, from the look of things. Six guys dashed out into the woods...oh wait," Clark slowly turned in place using his x-ray vision to scan all the surrounding woods, "damn, four more already approaching from the rear of the cabin." Barry's sudden movement caught his eye and returned his vision.
"Great. Guess they've made the first move. Seems only appropriate that it be their last move." Barry said as he dropped his pants and started dressing in a rustic-red outfit he extracted from a nearby silver briefcase. "This should be a good time to test out the new suit don't you think?"
Ray was ecstatic. "Absolutely. You two get those bastards. I'll pick off the ones I can with the cabin's defense system. I just hope Thomas left the automatics loaded." Clark's vision returned to serious stare mode as he stared at a central location on the wall, and watched the wall disappear. He scanned the tree line and the ground, attempting to solve Ray's worries, but the scan wasn't helpful.
"No matter how often you do that, it still freaks me out. It's like a thousand yard stare or something." Ray's comment brought back a few past memories. "You may be gifted, but those guns...easily ten or more feet underground, incased in thick lead housings." The word lead was the only word Clark needed to hear to understand his failure to locate the guns; lead being just about the only thing his x-ray vision couldn't penetrate.
"Well for our sake, I hope they are fully loaded." Clark turned to Barry. "Alright Barry...once we get out there, be careful. I'm not so sure either one of us could take a blast from those laser cannons they have."
Minutes later, Clark and the Flash stormed out of the cabin, hell bent on their mission; take out everyone in sight. Immediately laser beams and bullets crossed through the sky from various directions, none too close for comfort for the blurs of colors racing through the woods. Within seconds, Clark's guys were removed from operation; their military issued weapons melting in a blob of plastics and metal. Once, there were ten, easily now six.
(To be continued in Chapter 12)
Author: DCForever
E-mail: dcforever23yahoo.com
Feedback: Who doesn't want it? It is definitely welcomed.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama, Science Fiction
Archiving: Archiving is permitted as long as I know of where it will be posted and that all the above info stays intact.
Disclaimer: Lets get this straight...I'm not affiliated with anyone...don't have anything of major value. Think that about covers it.
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"Ms. Sullivan, you have a call coming in from Paris," announced the stewardess.
"Thank you, Cecilia. Can you patch me through on this phone?" Chloe held up a phone receiver she extracted from the side of her seat.
"Yes, ma'am." stated the stewardess before walking back toward the front cabin.
A few seconds later, Chloe leaned back in her chair as she heard her boss's voice on the other end of the line. She sat quietly and listened as her boss conveyed to her a spur of the moment story that normally wouldn't have been their paper's cup of tea, but due to the location of their reporter, Chloe, it would be a great addition for their paper. Pete sat back in his own comfortable chair and watched his friend's expression change, meaning the conversation couldn't be a sign of good fortune.
Minutes later, she hung up the phone, placing it back in the chair's side compartment, and then stared at her friend.
"Sorry Pete. There's been a slight change in venue. Our first stop in Metropolis is going to be an orphanage. My boss knew I was taking the company jet to Metropolis so when news that Lex, of all people, was holding a press conference at Metropolis Children Orphanage hit the wire...well, I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this."
"Guess some things never change. Lex is still the talk of the town." It was a well known fact that the Ross's and Luthor's didn't get along, a fact Pete himself reminded people about every chance he got.
"Yeah, you could say that. Hey look at it this way...we could call it a reunion of sorts."
"Now I see why I never cared much for those gatherings in the first place."
"Come on Pete. I don't like this anymore than you, but it is what I do. I cover the news and no matter what we think of Lex Luthor...anything he does...is very big news. You know it will be nice seeing baldy again. Since we're old acquaintances, I wonder if I can get an exclusive with him. Think he's changed any, Pete?" Silence was answer enough as he turned to stare out the window.
"Sandy, when did you say was the last time you've visited?" asked her friend, Rachel, as they walked down the sidewalk. Small businesses lined each side of the street and the few people out and about, stole glances of the two girls, but kept to themselves.
"Like I've said before...it's been a while. Still the small, quaint town I remember though."
"Small would be an understatement. I guess that is where the town got its name. Oh look, that place looks like a cute place to get some coffee. It's been built to look like an old theater. What a neat concept. Weird, but neat."
"The Talon? I remember this place. When I was younger my aunt brought me to see a movie here once." stated Sandra Fordman as her and Rachel Thomas crossed the street, heading toward the renovated theater turned much popular small town cafe.
They opened the door to the cafe and walked in, making their way to the ordering counter. Behind the counter stood an attractive, longhaired brunette, sporting a welcoming smile.
"What may I get for you two ladies today?" asked the young woman.
"Two mocha cappuccinos please." ordered Rachel, willing to buy the first round.
"This place is pretty cool looking. I remember when it was but a small theater. Who's idea was it?" asked Sandy as the brunette had her back turned to the girls and was preparing their drinks on another counter.
"I'm glad you approve." spoke the brunette over her shoulder, while finishing off their drink order. Returning to the counter with two cappuccinos in her hands. "That will be $4.35 with tax."
Rachel pulled her purse from her side and set it on the counter top and started searching for her money.
The cashier realized Sandy was still awaiting an answer to her question. "It was my idea. I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Lana. I'm the owner...and you are?"
Sandy looked shocked for a moment before answering. "Lana, as in Lana Lang? Whitney Fordman's girlfriend?"
"Yeah, how did you know? Are we supposed to know each other?"
"You might not remember. I'm Sandra Fordman, Whitney's cousin from Metropolis. This is my best friend, Rachel. We're supposed to stay at Whitney's place while we're in town."
"Ah, yes." Lana momentarily lost herself in thought, "So you're the one that ratted Whitney and me out for making out in the church."
"That was you...even back then?" Sandra asked, shocked, though finally glad the mystery girl had been revealed.
"Yeah, even back then. Like it was really all that long ago? That was our first time together. And for months after, it was still our first time due to a certain someone." Sandy ducked her head as she tried her hardest not to laugh. She did feel bad, but in a way, it was sort of funny as well. "Whitney said you might be visiting soon. Well you and your friend drink up. Consider your drinks on me."
Rachel gave up her money search and lifted her head out of her purse. "Thank you. I swear I had my money in here. Maybe it fell out in the car." Lana just smiled at the girl, wondering if she had ever thought of buying the drinks.
"Yeah thanks, Lana. You know you don't have to treat us special or anything while we're here."
"I know that, but you're like family and family watches out for their own. Whitney never did tell me why you two were coming all the way from Metropolis. Is it important?"
Lana walked from behind the counter and led the two young women to a nearby table.
"Actually you might be able to help us out with what we're looking for...or at least get us pointed in the right direction."
"I can give it a shot. So what do you want to know?" asked Lana.
"Well Rachel and I were surfing the web for something the other day and happened to run across an exert from one of Smallville's papers. I believe the name of the paper was 'The Torch'."
"Oh wow, maybe I won't be able to help you out then."
"So, you've never heard of it?"
"No, I've heard of it. My once close friend, Chloe Sullivan, used to be the editor of the paper. It was nothing more than a high school paper that seemed to get town wide recognition for some of its more bizarre stories. With that girl and her wild imagination and the strangeness that was her wall of weird...you never knew what she was going to print next. I used to think she was making a lot of her stories up, but then I saw a few of the weird occurrences myself. So is there anything particular you want to know about or just the paper in general? You know it hasn't been around for a while. Too bad I don't have Chloe's number. She would be the best person to ask about one of her stories."
"Would you know anything about the collapsing of a local high school gymnasium?"
"Yeah unfortunately...I do. That will be one day I'll never forget."
"Why's that?" asked Rachel, peaked by the odd answer.
Sandra was the more observant one. "Rachel, you could be more sensitive." Lana was thankful for the thoughtful consideration.
"No, it's alright. Rachel, that was the day that I lost a very close friend of mine. It was also the day that I should have di...let's just say I'll forever remember that day. To this day, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it." She reached up and rubbed her neck where her green necklace once hung.
After a moment, Rachel immediately spat out a mouthful of her drink. "Sorry." She reached for the napkins. She realized something in the girl's statement, but wasn't the only one.
"You were going to say die weren't you? If you don't mind, I would really like to know why you think you should have died?" asked a curious Sandy as she sipped her own cappuccino, unsure if she should have gone with the direct approach.
"I was in the gym that day...a lot of students were when the roof's rafters started to fall."
"Oh my, I'm so sorry. It must have been frightening."
"Just imagine large metal and steel beams and debris falling all around you. I'm not so sure frightened is a strong enough word for what that experience was like. It was completely out of our hands. All I clearly remember is looking up and a piece of debris falling toward me. I couldn't move. I froze. At the last second, my friend jumped and pushed me out of the way. The fallen debris hit him instead," her eyes dropped to the table top while in deep thought, "He gave up his life to save mine. He was a true hero." Lana knew she wasn't telling the whole truth, but no one except the students in the gym on that tragic day knew exactly what happened; of those, only a few actually believed what truly happened.
"Oh my god, so you're her...the girl from the article? What a coincidence."
"Article?" Lana asked, but strategically ignored.
"Whatever happened to the Chloe girl? Was she in the gym as well?" Sandy continued, not wanting to lose focus on her overall objective.
"Chloe? Hmmm, no, she wasn't. She was supposed to be, but I think she was running late...wait a minute. Why are you so interested in Chloe's involvement with the incident?
"Just curious is all." Sandy reassured the brunette. "Do you happen to know where we might find her?"
"No not really...she left town while back. She was rocked pretty hard as were we all. She wasn't the same Chloe Sullivan after that day. A month or so later, she packed her bags and left town. She always was a trooper and very talented so I'm sure she's moved onto bigger and better things, a chance to start a new. He would have wanted it that way." Lana wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Might that he...be the unnamed hero?" Sandy asked, grasping at straws.
"Yes, the same guy. He was more than just a friend...to both of us. At some point or another, we both fell for his good looks and farm boy charm. Even before that time...he was just always around when we needed him the most. No matter where we were...as long as we were within earshot of him, we both felt very much safe. In more ways than one...he had always been our hero. It's just after that day...others realized how special of a person Clark Kent really was." Lana was so caught up in her renewed feelings that she wasn't sure what she had said or hadn't said.
"Did you just say Cl..." Rachel wasn't allowed to finish her question before Sandy had her hand over her friend's mouth, interrupting her questioning.
"We're very sorry that we asked you to bring this all up. It's obviously a very sore and touchy subject. We truly are sorry. I think we've gotten enough information for now. If it isn't too much trouble, could you show us to cousin Whitney's apartment now? I could really use a nap."
Wiping tears from her eyes, "Absolutely. I'll just go get my purse and keys from the back, then we'll be off." Lana stood up and left the table, heading back to the back office.
"Okay Sandy, she's gone. Now care to explain what that was all about?" Rachel asked, staring the girl between the eyes.
"You really are clueless sometimes aren't you? She slipped and she didn't even know it. It's very clear that she...and from the sounds of it...along with the other students have been keeping something hidden, out of the press, media, and even with friends I would assume. Right now, our main concern is Mr. Clark Kent. Yes, I know what you're thinking, but there is a slim chance that the name is coincidental, but I seriously doubt it. I think we're definitely on the right trail. Let's just get set up in the apartment first and then we can talk more about it. I have a feeling we might be visiting a certain high school this weekend." Sandy quieted down as Lana re-approached the table, carrying her purse in one hand and her keys in the other.
"You two ready?"
"Lead on," responded Sandy in an uplifting voice.
On the outskirts of Metropolis, Christopher (aka, Clark Kent), Barry (aka, The Flash), and X-Ray sat, waiting in a secret room hidden well inside Metropolis University's president's hidden get away. Only, the place wasn't much hidden any longer and was in fact surrounded by hired assassins.
Clark was feeling useless just waiting around. "Oh this is stupid. Look at us. We are the embodiment of a Justice League or superheroes or something. We can't just sit around and wait for the opponent to strike first. They can't hide from me; my abilities have grown enough for me to know that. Between our abilities," pointing at him and Barry, "and your brains Ray...there shouldn't be anyone or anything that we let get in our way. I would think what happened at the waterfront was proof enough."
"It's about time you said something. We've been waiting for you to tell us what they were doing outside...or did you forget?" Ray asked as he viewed what he could through the hidden cams in the surrounding woods. I've got location on the majority, but these guys are professionals. We can't track them all; that's why they get the big money."
"Don't worry about those six." Clark slowly moved his head, following the movements of the six skeletons beyond the cabin's walls, hiding in the depths of the wooded forest.
"Six? Is that all?" Barry asked, rubbing his fist into his bare hand.
"Yeah, from the look of things. Six guys dashed out into the woods...oh wait," Clark slowly turned in place using his x-ray vision to scan all the surrounding woods, "damn, four more already approaching from the rear of the cabin." Barry's sudden movement caught his eye and returned his vision.
"Great. Guess they've made the first move. Seems only appropriate that it be their last move." Barry said as he dropped his pants and started dressing in a rustic-red outfit he extracted from a nearby silver briefcase. "This should be a good time to test out the new suit don't you think?"
Ray was ecstatic. "Absolutely. You two get those bastards. I'll pick off the ones I can with the cabin's defense system. I just hope Thomas left the automatics loaded." Clark's vision returned to serious stare mode as he stared at a central location on the wall, and watched the wall disappear. He scanned the tree line and the ground, attempting to solve Ray's worries, but the scan wasn't helpful.
"No matter how often you do that, it still freaks me out. It's like a thousand yard stare or something." Ray's comment brought back a few past memories. "You may be gifted, but those guns...easily ten or more feet underground, incased in thick lead housings." The word lead was the only word Clark needed to hear to understand his failure to locate the guns; lead being just about the only thing his x-ray vision couldn't penetrate.
"Well for our sake, I hope they are fully loaded." Clark turned to Barry. "Alright Barry...once we get out there, be careful. I'm not so sure either one of us could take a blast from those laser cannons they have."
Minutes later, Clark and the Flash stormed out of the cabin, hell bent on their mission; take out everyone in sight. Immediately laser beams and bullets crossed through the sky from various directions, none too close for comfort for the blurs of colors racing through the woods. Within seconds, Clark's guys were removed from operation; their military issued weapons melting in a blob of plastics and metal. Once, there were ten, easily now six.
(To be continued in Chapter 12)