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Chapter 25
"You have a lot of questions, I would imagine," the dark haired man let her into the house.
"Yes, I do. I am Kara Zor-El," Kara introduced herself. Quickly the man offered her seat in his living room before responding,
"What about your cousin?" He had obviously been keeping tabs on the two heroes.
"He's keeping an eye on your grave. I imagine paying for the lead lining was extra," Kara said.
"After all this time, I figured I was safe, it would appear not," he frowned.
"Well why don't we start with your name and what happened to the real John DeWitt?" The blonde asked.
"I am Dax-Ur of Krypton. The real John DeWitt died back in Russia. By the time he reached me, he was not well. The Russians shot him when he tried to escape them and reach me. I could not help him so I became him," he explained.
"They welcomed you back without any questions?" Kara raised an eyebrow.
"Not exactly. I arrived at the location where John was supposed to be heading before the helicopter. I kept hidden until it reached the landing pad. The men from the helicopter were very surprised to see me but said nothing. After all, I don't think they thought it through back in Vanavara. If John had turned up dead, Stalin would have had their heads, and the British would have done everything they could to get justice for a hero of the war," Dax told her.
"Why haven't you made yourself known to us? Since you know that I have a cousin, you have obviously been reading about us," the blonde said.
"I intended to stay quiet. I did not know why you had arrived here and I did not wish to expose what I have buried in John's fake grave but it would seem I have run out of options," Dax frowned.
"John DeWitt's journal was found by a private collector after the war. It details what John was attempting to do and who you are. People that I have encountered stole the book and could be on their way here or to Russia to retrieve the Stones of Power. My cousin and I only want to beat them to it and get them somewhere safe," Kara said.
"I did not realize that John had had such a book. Then it is fortuitous that you have found me before these people, you speak of. A human should not get their hands on them," Dax told her.
"I was warned of that, that is why I definitely want to take them away from here and into safe keeping," the blonde hoped he would be willing to help.
"If they are indeed coming here, then I suggest the two of us make a trip to the cemetery. Besides the lead lining in the casket, there are a set of Kryptonian booby traps, and any unwanted attention, is something I am not looking for," he said, standing from his seat.
"You might want to come with us back to the United States. If they find you, as I have found you, then you may not have a choice but to defend yourself and ruin your cover," Kara told him. He nodded as he grabbed his coat and his keys, before reaching down into a pair boots and retrieved a bag, which he slipped into his pocket. They headed outside and he locked the front door before hailing a cab.
The ride to the cemetery was quiet. Kara kept an eye on Dax-Ur and one out of the window. She did not want to think that he could be evil but on the other hand, she wondered why he would hide away. Winn's voice crackled in her ear informing her that her mother had heard of Dax-Ur and that she and Clark should see if they could get him to come to the DEO.
Once they left the cab, the driver paid, the two started their walk to the grave. Superman landed by the grave and Kara did some quick introductions. Then Dax-Ur knelt on the ground and pressed on the front of the headstone. A panel slid back, revealing a Kryptonian number pad, he poked in the pin, and the ground shook. Dirt moved and soon the casket rose to the top of the hole. Kara looked at Clark and he gave her a look.
Dax-Ur then pressed the side of the casket and another panel was revealed and a separate pin was entered. The casket opened and he reached inside, retrieving a fancy wooden box. He handed it to Kara and then closed the casket. It lowered itself back into the hole and Clark quickly pushed the dirt back over the grave.
"So if you're giving us the stones, why did you line the casket with lead?" Clark asked.
"The stones give off a vibe that only Kryptonians can hear or feel. The lead blocks the vibe," Dax-Ur said.
"I don't feel anything," Superman commented.
"How can you not?" Kara asked. The two men looked at her, able to see that the blonde was blinking rapidly and pressing her hands to her temples.
"Then I have found the one to whom the stones belong," Dax-Ur smiled before pulling out the bag he'd slipped into his pocket and placing the box in it. Kara immediately felt relief.
"How can they belong to me?" She asked.
To Be Continued…