Superwoman and the Blue Red Blur cont'd
An old friend renews acquaintances with Lois and Clark.
“Where’s the car?” Lois asked, as Clark held her hand and guided her up the stairs from the pier. “Um…you don’t remember?” He continued to test her. It appeared to him that the blue k ring had an unexpected side effect, short-term memory loss for humans.
“No. Please tell me that you’re sober, and you know where it is.” Lois put her arm around his back as they reached level ground. “Yes. It’s parked next to the Daily Planet. We decided to cab it over here from the Ace of Clubs.” He lied convincingly to her. This time it made his stomach hurt.
“We’ll have to hoof it to the main thoroughfare.” Lois remarked. “About this ring…I accept your proposal…to be my plus one.” She smiled brightly. Clark put his arm around her slim shoulders. He had mixed feelings about continuing his bed of lies to Lois, or blurting out the truth.
This paradox would haunt Clark for many days to come. For now, he decided to live in the moment and kissed Lois tenderly. They walked a few blocks toward Stanton Street, where a few stray cabs might cruise by. The squealing of tires nearby attracted Clark’s attention.
Within seconds, everything changed. Two black SUVs, and another dark sedan surrounded them. Naturally, they were out of the police department’s scope of vision. Stanton Street was dark, desolate, and hidden behind a row of warehouses. They were trapped. Clark stepped in front of Lois.
She quickly punched in 911 to her cell phone…it was too late. The clicking of guns was heard from each window of the vehicles. “Miss Lane, I suggest you put that phone away.” A gruff, familiar voice said. “Derringer!” Lois hissed. “I’m flattered.” The thug responded. “Don’t move.”
“What?” Clark was caught once again between risking Lois’s life, and using his abilities in front of her. “Meet Tom Tommy Gun Derringer…” Lois began sarcastically. “Member of the Grambino Crime Family.” Clark frowned. Would this night never end? He silently fumed.
“Actually Miss Lane, I’ve since severed my ties to the prominent local Family.” Derringer continued. “Uh…Miss Lane…freeze! Hands please!” Lois raised her arms cell in hand. “Okay, relax Tommy Gun. I’m a statue.” Lois had quickly hidden their digital camera in an uncomfortable place beneath her teddy. The mafia hit man hadn’t noticed her slight of hand.
“You remember my buddies, Nickie the Knife Rosenfeld, Mattie No Nose Falconari, and Benny the Blade O’Brien?” Two thugs waved from the SUV’s back seat. “Charmed, I’m sure.” Lois grumbled. Clark made a quick twitch, but the gangster’s eyes caught the movement.
“I wouldn’t, Blue Eyes.” Tommy warned Clark. “No heroics! Lane, if your boyfriend so much as moves a muscle, I’ll splatter his brains all over your nice clean dress.” Lois stepped in front of Clark. “Tommy, if you kill him, you’ll have to kill me, too!” She snapped. “Lois!” Clark shouted.
“Ordinarily that’s not a problem.” Tommy sneered. “However my new boss wants to keep it friendly. He didn’t say whether we had to bring you in to visit in one piece, just that we ought not kill you. How about that loyalty, boys?” Tommy mocked. “You just don’t see that kind of devotion nowadays, especially not from a dame.” The other goons chorused: “Awww!”
“What happened to your old boss?” Lois grilled. The gangsters laughed. “Fat Charlie? He took a midnight swim, and forgot to come back home.” Tommy chuckled loudly. Lois gulped. “Yeah, well if you’re planning cement shoes for me, I only wear Prada. They don’t have a style in granite.”
The gangsters laughed at Lois’s joke.
“Get in, sweetie. We can’t just sit out here and chitchat all evening. After all, we’re blocking the street. We wouldn’t want to get a ticket or anything.”
“You too, cupcake.” Tommy ordered Clark. The young superhero was fuming, resisting the urge to smash all of the jolly mobster’s faces in. He knew better. Now that he’d given Lois the blue k ring, she was not only powerless, but also vulnerable.
The mobsters’ orders weren’t to kill them at the moment, which meant that someone in their organization wanted to talk, and get some information. Lois and Clark piled into the second SUV, driven by Nickie the Knife. Benny the Blade trained a large, long barreled revolver on them.
“So, what made you boys decide to switch your loyalties?” Lois continued to interrogate the mobsters. “Better pay, better benefits, and flexible hours.” Nickie quipped as Benny snickered. “Word is that there’s a new player in town. He has respectable businesses as well as, shall we say, our best interests at heart.” Benny added, smiling grimly.
The dark vehicles drove for a brief time along the wharf, eventually stopping beside a dimly lit warehouse with foreign identification. Clark read it silently: ‘Tropocall Imports & Exports’ noting the intentional misspelling of Tropical. “Out, you two lovebirds.” Tommy ordered.
“Boys, you stay here. I’ll bring our paychecks out after I meet with the boss.” Tommy directed, keeping his AK47 pointed at Lois and Clark. “The boss wants a little quality time with Lane here. What’s your name, Blue Eyes?” He asked as they edged closer to the warehouse office.
“Clark Kent.” He answered rigidly, aware of any upcoming opportunity to rescue Lois before things became even worse. “You’re still expendable, so no funny stuff.” Tommy commented as he led them to a standard rusty old office entrance door. “Open it, Lane.”
Lois complied, and Tommy shoved them both through it. Of course, Clark allowed the mobster to push him for effect. “Up the stairs to your right.” The hit man instructed. Lois climbed up the old metal staircase, with Clark trailing close behind. Tommy stayed below, AK47 in hand.
“Get in there!” He barked. Lois opened the door and gasped. Sitting behind the old weathered desk was…Lex Luthor! Clark’s eyes widened at the sight of his old nemesis and former friend. “Lois? Clark? It’s been a long time.” Lex was actually surprised to some degree.
“Not long enough!” Lois hissed. Below, Tommy headed for a smaller office near the back of the partially filled warehouse. “Moxie? You got our checks?” Tommy banged on the door. “Don’t worry, Derringer, you’ll get what’s coming to you.” An unfamiliar male voice said.
An old friend renews acquaintances with Lois and Clark.
“Where’s the car?” Lois asked, as Clark held her hand and guided her up the stairs from the pier. “Um…you don’t remember?” He continued to test her. It appeared to him that the blue k ring had an unexpected side effect, short-term memory loss for humans.
“No. Please tell me that you’re sober, and you know where it is.” Lois put her arm around his back as they reached level ground. “Yes. It’s parked next to the Daily Planet. We decided to cab it over here from the Ace of Clubs.” He lied convincingly to her. This time it made his stomach hurt.
“We’ll have to hoof it to the main thoroughfare.” Lois remarked. “About this ring…I accept your proposal…to be my plus one.” She smiled brightly. Clark put his arm around her slim shoulders. He had mixed feelings about continuing his bed of lies to Lois, or blurting out the truth.
This paradox would haunt Clark for many days to come. For now, he decided to live in the moment and kissed Lois tenderly. They walked a few blocks toward Stanton Street, where a few stray cabs might cruise by. The squealing of tires nearby attracted Clark’s attention.
Within seconds, everything changed. Two black SUVs, and another dark sedan surrounded them. Naturally, they were out of the police department’s scope of vision. Stanton Street was dark, desolate, and hidden behind a row of warehouses. They were trapped. Clark stepped in front of Lois.
She quickly punched in 911 to her cell phone…it was too late. The clicking of guns was heard from each window of the vehicles. “Miss Lane, I suggest you put that phone away.” A gruff, familiar voice said. “Derringer!” Lois hissed. “I’m flattered.” The thug responded. “Don’t move.”
“What?” Clark was caught once again between risking Lois’s life, and using his abilities in front of her. “Meet Tom Tommy Gun Derringer…” Lois began sarcastically. “Member of the Grambino Crime Family.” Clark frowned. Would this night never end? He silently fumed.
“Actually Miss Lane, I’ve since severed my ties to the prominent local Family.” Derringer continued. “Uh…Miss Lane…freeze! Hands please!” Lois raised her arms cell in hand. “Okay, relax Tommy Gun. I’m a statue.” Lois had quickly hidden their digital camera in an uncomfortable place beneath her teddy. The mafia hit man hadn’t noticed her slight of hand.
“You remember my buddies, Nickie the Knife Rosenfeld, Mattie No Nose Falconari, and Benny the Blade O’Brien?” Two thugs waved from the SUV’s back seat. “Charmed, I’m sure.” Lois grumbled. Clark made a quick twitch, but the gangster’s eyes caught the movement.
“I wouldn’t, Blue Eyes.” Tommy warned Clark. “No heroics! Lane, if your boyfriend so much as moves a muscle, I’ll splatter his brains all over your nice clean dress.” Lois stepped in front of Clark. “Tommy, if you kill him, you’ll have to kill me, too!” She snapped. “Lois!” Clark shouted.
“Ordinarily that’s not a problem.” Tommy sneered. “However my new boss wants to keep it friendly. He didn’t say whether we had to bring you in to visit in one piece, just that we ought not kill you. How about that loyalty, boys?” Tommy mocked. “You just don’t see that kind of devotion nowadays, especially not from a dame.” The other goons chorused: “Awww!”
“What happened to your old boss?” Lois grilled. The gangsters laughed. “Fat Charlie? He took a midnight swim, and forgot to come back home.” Tommy chuckled loudly. Lois gulped. “Yeah, well if you’re planning cement shoes for me, I only wear Prada. They don’t have a style in granite.”
The gangsters laughed at Lois’s joke.
“Get in, sweetie. We can’t just sit out here and chitchat all evening. After all, we’re blocking the street. We wouldn’t want to get a ticket or anything.”
“You too, cupcake.” Tommy ordered Clark. The young superhero was fuming, resisting the urge to smash all of the jolly mobster’s faces in. He knew better. Now that he’d given Lois the blue k ring, she was not only powerless, but also vulnerable.
The mobsters’ orders weren’t to kill them at the moment, which meant that someone in their organization wanted to talk, and get some information. Lois and Clark piled into the second SUV, driven by Nickie the Knife. Benny the Blade trained a large, long barreled revolver on them.
“So, what made you boys decide to switch your loyalties?” Lois continued to interrogate the mobsters. “Better pay, better benefits, and flexible hours.” Nickie quipped as Benny snickered. “Word is that there’s a new player in town. He has respectable businesses as well as, shall we say, our best interests at heart.” Benny added, smiling grimly.
The dark vehicles drove for a brief time along the wharf, eventually stopping beside a dimly lit warehouse with foreign identification. Clark read it silently: ‘Tropocall Imports & Exports’ noting the intentional misspelling of Tropical. “Out, you two lovebirds.” Tommy ordered.
“Boys, you stay here. I’ll bring our paychecks out after I meet with the boss.” Tommy directed, keeping his AK47 pointed at Lois and Clark. “The boss wants a little quality time with Lane here. What’s your name, Blue Eyes?” He asked as they edged closer to the warehouse office.
“Clark Kent.” He answered rigidly, aware of any upcoming opportunity to rescue Lois before things became even worse. “You’re still expendable, so no funny stuff.” Tommy commented as he led them to a standard rusty old office entrance door. “Open it, Lane.”
Lois complied, and Tommy shoved them both through it. Of course, Clark allowed the mobster to push him for effect. “Up the stairs to your right.” The hit man instructed. Lois climbed up the old metal staircase, with Clark trailing close behind. Tommy stayed below, AK47 in hand.
“Get in there!” He barked. Lois opened the door and gasped. Sitting behind the old weathered desk was…Lex Luthor! Clark’s eyes widened at the sight of his old nemesis and former friend. “Lois? Clark? It’s been a long time.” Lex was actually surprised to some degree.
“Not long enough!” Lois hissed. Below, Tommy headed for a smaller office near the back of the partially filled warehouse. “Moxie? You got our checks?” Tommy banged on the door. “Don’t worry, Derringer, you’ll get what’s coming to you.” An unfamiliar male voice said.
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