Clark and Lois struggled and worked with the ropes for a good couple of minutes, but they were just too weak to break free. Lois struggled a little longer than Clark did and then leaned against the wall in defeat, prompting an ouch because of her head.
"I've got such a headache, but I guess I won't for much longer," she said, referring to the steady ticking.
"Don't talk like that. We'll get out of here," and he made a weak attempt to pull at the ropes, but even he didn't sound like he believed that.
"I wonder what the policy is for shipping American bodies back across the border? I mean we are on the Canadian side. Do you just show the border police the personal identification or are they considered cargo?"
"I wish you wouldn't keep saying things like that. Pick a more pleasant topic."
Suddenly the door burst open. Glen rushed in panting heavily from the exertion of running. He smiled triumphantly, "I found you and don't worry. The cops should be here any minute."
Lois regained some hope at the sight of him, "Hurry, we don't have a lot of time. Take Clark first. He's got to get away from here or he'll die."
Clark tried to shake his head, but he didn't have enough strength left, "Save Lois and then don't come back. There's a bomb set to go off."
"I'm saving you both now," Glen said sternly. He found the source of the ticking. It was indeed a bomb, but he quickly defused it. Clark and Lois watched him in surprise.
He went over and untied them. "My first company built explosives for the government. I had to have some knowledge of my product back then to become successful. I know nothing about makeup obviously, but now I can afford to hire people who take care of that kind of thing. The bomb was childish in design compared to the fancy stuff we turned out."
Glen helped Lois stand up, who was a little dizzy and had to brace herself against the wall but she could manage to walk under her own power. Clark needed somebody to hold onto. He basically had to be carried out. Once they made it outside in the afternoon sunlight, it didn't take Clark long to regain his strength. Of course, Lois' problem wasn't that simple.
"I'm going to find George and Katherine. They're not in the warehouse now. Glen, I need you to take Lois to the hospital and have them check to see if she has a concussion or anything. I'm going to find them while I still can."
"Forget it," Lois said angrily. "It's too dangerous. You saw what happened last time."
"I'll be careful now that I know more," he assured her. "They can't be allowed to get away. They almost killed you 3 times."
"Then I'm coming," she said.
"No, you're not. You're going to let a doctor check you out."
"I'm fine," she insisted but her intense anger and worry was adding to the lightheadedness she felt and she fell back a little woozily. Glen caught her, and Clark said, "See to it that she sees a doctor." To Lois, he said, "I love you and try not to worry." He kissed her goodbye, which was brave considering how mad she was at him right now, but she let him and then he took off at the fastest speed he could with Glen watching.
Once he knew once he was out of Glen's sight and people in general, he changed into Superman. He was still wearing the costume underneath from where he'd had to rescue Lois.
He had seen them go into the factory earlier, which he knew was a little strange as nobody had brought it yet, but he had figured maybe they were just meeting with someone inside. Whether they were up to something suspicious or not, he had needed to question them about the attacks. He hadn't had to change into Superman to follow them. He had run along the sidewalks at a good clip but had stayed out of sight. The traffic was slow enough and he was fast enough to be able to do it. They hadn't been meeting anybody inside the factory. They were scoping the place out and talking. Clark fell to the ground almost instantly in pain, but he did it as silently as possible, so they wouldn't hear him. The factory was dark enough that they hadn't seen him and he was behind a stack of boxes.
"Look at all this makeup that was left," Katherine had said inside the factory.
"What are we going to do with it?" George asked impatiently. "All we want is the kryptonite. It's a shame that we have to buy this whole factory just for that, but if a huge supply suddenly disappears, they'll be on the alert for our plot to kill Superman. Thankfully, Canada doesn't have the restrictions on kryptonite that the U.S. has. It's how they got away with using it in Canadian products. We're lucky the factory is situated right on the border and that it won't take much to smuggle it across. I know it's the perfect setup, but buying it is just a hassle."
"The makeup will come in handy for the women in our gang until we get Superman out of the way. When they're out committing crimes, they'll put on some of the green makeup and Superman can't touch them. Of course, there are other superheroes and the police, but we never had any trouble with them, just Superman."
"Do you think we did enough to scare the other potential buyers away from purchasing the property?" he asked. "I tried to kill them off, but something always got in the way."
"They didn't look scared away at lunch. We may have to kill them off yet and this time, I'll do it. Never send a man to do a woman's work."
"Since when was murder women's work?" he said snidely.
Clark was in pain, but that was nothing compared to what he'd just heard. They were trying to kill him and Lois. He had to call Lois and warn her. His cell phone was on. All he had to do was push 1 and dial and it would call Lois' cell. It still made a slight noise. Why couldn't they make a phone completely silent for things like this? He'd barely managed to talk to her when they caught him and broke his cell phone. He hoped Lois wouldn't do anything rash, but he had a feeling that was like hoping the sun wouldn't shine. They had no trouble tying him up. They'd evidently seen Lois come in and captured her too. He thought they were done for but luckily, Glen had come to the rescue and saved their lives. You could never underestimate the power of helping your fellow man. You reaped what you sowed. Kindness brought kindness in return.
He at last spotted from the air what he was looking for, Katherine and George. They'd taken what kryptonite they could and tried to make a getaway. They'd gone to the airport. Clark couldn't get close to them because of the kryptonite, but he made a call to the police and they got them instead.
Lois and Glen were at the hospital on the American side. The same lady was there at the emergency room desk that had been there when they'd brought Glen last night. She recognized them too. She didn't say anything, but she shook her head slightly. She thought they were accident prone, no doubt. Lois didn't have a concussion, but now she was waiting for the results on an x-ray they had had taken of her head, so she had a room to wait in.
"I thought the police were very nice for the most part," Lois said, making conversation with Glen. "They didn't seem at all mad that Clark took off without waiting to be questioned."
"That's because they were thinking 'stupid Americans'," Glen said. "Running off to chase the bad guys after being captured once and almost killed is kind of dumb, no offense to your husband. He did seem to recover nicely once he got some fresh air though. I still can't believe you grumbled 'Where is Dudley Do-Right when you need him?' Didn't you know they had arrived?"
"No, I didn't, and I happen to like Dudley Do-Right, and they really do have Canadian Mounted Police you know."
"I know they do, but I doubt they like being compared to a character off of a cartoon."
"I'm sure they're used to that and cracks about maple syrup and hockey. Besides, I like Canadians. Some of the best people you'd ever want to meet live there. I was merely getting annoyed because my head hurt and I was worried about Clark."
"All I'm saying," he said, throwing his hands up in surrender, "is you shouldn't have cracked a joke about Dudley and that one mountie wouldn't have glared at you all the time we were getting questioned."
Clark came through the door at this point with a smile. He'd heard the whole conversation. She jumped up from the bed and ran into his arms. "You're okay!"
He hugged her back. "I told you I would be. They've been caught." He pulled out their rings that he'd been carrying in his pocket, and they put them back on each other. "After you get a clean bill of health, we can finally start our honeymoon."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Glen said, speaking up.
They looked at him warily. They'd had one too many interruptions.
"I feel bad about being the reason you're getting a late start. So to make it up to you, I want to give you the hotel's honeymoon suite. You're already staying at one of the best hotels around. You just need the best room."
Their mouths fell open. "That suite is like a 1,000 dollars a night," Lois said. "If you add that up to the 2 weeks we'll be here…"
"That's about half of what we make in a year," Clark said. "That's too much."
"Nonsense. You deserve it. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here to spend money."
"You saved our lives too," Lois said.
"The arrangements have already been made," Glen said. "Consider it a wedding present, if you won't accept it as gratitude."
Lois and Clark smiled. "Well, if you put it that way," Clark said.
"We'll take it," Lois added eagerly.
They all laughed. The doctor came back with good results, and Clark and Lois were finally able to start their honeymoon.