Epilogue:
The well dressed man stared through the heavy Plexiglas wall that formed one side of the steel encased room. He squinted and could barely make out the figure pacing in the darkness at the back of the cell.
"How do you keep him from escaping?" The man asked.
"The Plexiglas is specially re-enforced. That and he can't actually touch it."
The man looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Focused ultraviolet beams are projected into the glass. His skin can't stand the light. That's why we keep the rest of the cell dark. If he touches the glass he gets burned. The first week he was here he almost burned his hand off trying to get at an orderly. The burns faded within a day."
"Impressive." Was all the man said.
"Is what I asked for ready Doctor?"
"Yes sir I have it right here." The Doctor pulled a gray case out of his coat pocket. He opened it showing the red vial and handed it over to the well dressed man.
"You will need to make sure you don't remove it from the casing anywhere near sunlight Sir. The blood does not react well to it."
"I will keep that in mind." The well dressed man said taking the case and putting it inside his coat. Pulling out a white envelope, he handed it to the Doctor.
"What exactly do you want the subjects blood for anyway Sir?" The Doctor said reaching for the envelope.
The well dressed man's hand stopped. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to Doctor." Was all he said. Slapping the envelope into the mans hand he spun around and walked away.
"Of course, your right Sir." The Doctor stammered following behind. "Forget I even asked Mr. Luthor."