Okay, so the name Reed Reid is really a mixture of two names (and I'm torturing the bad guy by giving him an annoying name). One, Reed could be for: Reed Pollock, evil guy in the White House of Day Six of the show 24, Reed Garrett (I do not need to explain this one, do I?) or Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four. The last name comes from Doctor Spencer Reid, a 'genius' (he doesn't like use of the term to quantify intelligence) on the show Criminal Minds.

D: I don't own Smallville. Or 24, CSI NY and Criminal Minds. Got it? Good

"They're letting out the first wave, Captain," the officer motioned to the door. Most of the people turned as the bank tellers as well as those closest to the door were coming out with their hands on their heads. Several of them got past the barricades and started hugging loved ones.

"I can't see anything, can you?" Lois asked AC, who had joined her after Clark went in first.

"I'm waiting for all the people to get out of the way first." He trained the binoculars on the inside of the bank. The wave of people was out of the way. He focused in on the robbers. "I see two. Oliver's on the floor of the bank."

"And Bart?"

"Can't see him. They could have him with the other hostages, I can't see them either."

"You know, I actually hope they're both all right."

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Clark was just gathering the surroundings of the bank. Two people were standing in the middle of the lobby, keeping everyone to the floor that wasn't going out. He moved to the other side of the door and caught a sight of gray and red hiding under one of the teller windows. He kept himself down and made his way over to the person.

"Clark," Bart muffled, not caring whether the robbers heard him or not. Clark held up a finger to indicate silence. He nodded. Clark gathered Bart in his arms and sped him back to the place where the third person still was. He found a pair of scissors and cut away at all of the tape. "This is really starting to hurt," he whispered, taking off stuff that Clark had cut.

"I'm not surprised. Stay here," he ordered, going back out into the lobby.

Bart grabbed his arm. "There is no way…"

"You are staying here. If that guy wakes up," Clark interrupted, pointing at the other guy, "speed out and get to Lois and AC."

"Clark, I'm not going to leave."

"Oliver will be fine. You will not." Clark was half tempted to speed him out and back to the apartment before he heard two gunshots. Bart was already trying to get back into the room. Clark had an arm around his waist and was pulling him back. Not willing to take a chance to have Bart speed into the room, Clark used his x-ray vision to see into the next room. No one was lying on the floor from a wound. It looked like both of the robbers had shot up into the ceiling.

"Clark, put me down." Bart hit his arm a couple of times to get his attention. He was squirming to get back into the room.

"Listen, Oliver is fine." At this, Bart stopped moving.

"He's fine?"

"He's fine. Now, stay here." Clark put him down and moved into the next room.

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Oliver watched as the man and Hanna put two bullets into the ceiling to get the next round of people up to go out. He was kept to the floor by Hanna, who stood above him, holding the gun to his head. "The rest of you will be along very shortly. Do not panic or run," the man ordered. Everyone just nodded in agreement and waited for his word.

Clark peered around the counter at the two standing in the middle of the room. He scanned Reid to confirm the story. Green rocks showed up in his face and at scattered parts along his body. He then scanned the female. She didn't have anything in her.

Hanna got the feeling someone was watching her. She turned around to see no one, but her premonition from the day before flashed in her head. She took out the green rock she had seen in the road and brought it before her, going back to the counter.

Clark felt the effects and dove behind a desk in order to avoid detection. He waited until he heard the footsteps go away. "There's someone else in the bank," Hanna reported.

"Check on Bart." She nodded and went over to the place where he should have been. The look on her face told all. "Well Oliver, you sure have taught the child well." He waited a moment. "All others can leave. Remember what I said." He kept close to Oliver to stop him from leaving, if he chose to.

Hanna diverted her attention to the back of the lobby. "He'll be busy with the hostages leaving. I should check out the back." She walked back with the gun held in front with the stone. The back of the bank was clear except a minor detail. The man they had back here wasn't here. She was about to turn around when she felt something hit her face.

Bart stood in front of her. His right hand was clenched into a fist. "I didn't like having a gun pointed at me." He swung his fist and connected with her stomach. While she was bent over, he brought his knee up and connected with the clavicle. He heard it crack and she fell down. He hid by the frame of the door and looked out onto the lobby again.

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"I wonder what is taking her so long." The man was getting impatient. He had Oliver standing and he was facing him with the gun.

"Maybe she left." Oliver was feeling better. He could at least fight without everyone in danger from the gun. He was slowly settling into a standard stance of Tai kwon do. "Now, maybe we should get reacquainted with each other. Who are you?"

"You know me as Randall Ion, part of the FBI unit that you got caught up in. Maybe you'll remember me better like this." His face and skin started changing. Soon, a blue eyed, redhead with a long scar stood in the middle of the room. The arms were now covered in tattoos. The skin seemed a few shades lighter.

"Maccard Taylor."

"Better known as Mac. At least you remembered what you did."

"What are you talking about?"

"Helping the group that had me hanging from the gym rafters all Thanksgiving weekend. You were diverting everyone's attention with that stupid trick. If you hadn't helped them out, someone, someone would have gone through the gym and saw me hanging from the rafters."

"I wasn't diverting anyone on purpose. I was showing off for a friend and then several others wanted me to repeat." He inched closer to Mac. He took the advantage and delivered a swinging kick to the gun. The gun flew as he brought down Mac and held him down with an arm behind his back.

"Clark, would you bring in the police, please?" Oliver yelled, knowing full well that's who Hanna was going after when he saw the kryptonite in her hand. Clark walked to the front and held open the door. A group of bulked up officers rushed into the building and took over the situation. Oliver got off of Taylor so the officers could arrest him.

He was about to walk out the door when someone called to him. "Hey amigo, missing someone?" Bart came out from behind the counter. He had been walking toward him and was wondering when he would notice. Oliver grabbed him around the neck and gave him a friendly knuckle on the head. The three of them walked out and joined Lois and AC behind the barriers.

They talked for a couple of minutes before shouting came from the officers. They all turned to the scene to find Taylor holding a gun and shooting twice at the group. Oliver pushed Bart down. Two bullets entered his right shoulder. One past through and the other stayed inside. He fell to his knees, holding his shoulder. Taylor had a look of satisfaction on his face when he was shot by officers.

"Ollie!" Bart yelled. AC pulled him back while two medics ran over to the scene and helped him on a stretcher. Bart made to go to Oliver, but AC kept him back.

"I'll drive," Lois said, followed by AC and Bart to her car. Clark followed the ambulance in the air.

Okay, one more chapter. And yes, there is another name. This one's kind of easy to spot.

And I know Clark doesn't fly, so he's jumping on the roofs. Because if he ran, he would be in front of the ambulance.

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