Epilogue
Twenty years later…..
Siberia
A group of Russian archeologists trekked through the snow along with one American. They made their way over a mountain face into a small valley.
"It should be here, the satellite images do not lie. Scan the area." The leader of the expedition ordered his team.
The American broke off from the main team; he wanted to find the artifact himself. He traveled a few hundred yards away from the group and walked up a small hill. A shimmer of green light caught his eye. He tripped at the top sending him down the side. He rolled for what seemed like hours until he came to rest at the bottom. A golden scepter sat in the snow with only the green gem breaking through the white. He dug it out and held it in his hands as he began laughing. Lex Luthor finally had his prize back.