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Superman and the Illuminati - collab with baron_de_superbielle
Yes is true and remember.... Romance, Amour, Passion, Fiancé,Mariage, Fiancaille ,Engagement , Paris , Palais du Louvre ,Charme ,désire, diné romantique in éiffel tower , Mode, Couture Flirt..... is french or have french origine words is the secret key for épisode 2 and Honneymoon (Lune de Miel)to ......but shut silence and discrétion mademoiselle
I was in Paris back in '95, but alas there was no romance for me back then.
i'am sorry gem i visted Paris in July after the Bastille Day and Firework with a girlfriend and i assure the night in Pont des arts she loving with passion Paris by night and Moulin rouge and Cabaret and is the same story Leann work to the other chapiter not épisode 2 again is for the future
Our tour was in Paris on Bastille Day. We watched the fireworks from the balcony of our hotel. It was so beautiful to see the Eiffel Tower lit up like that.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my friends’ home?”
Crawford pointed his gun at the blonde.
“Put him down Supergirl, or I shoot.”
Supergirl smirked at him. “Guns can’t hurt me,” she said.
“No,” Crawford smirked back, holding up the gun. “But Kryptonite can. We came prepared. This gun is loaded with Kryptonite bullets.”
Supergirl’s blue eyes turned fierce. She was assessing the situation. Unsure whether he was bluffing or not. It didn’t matter, Crawford told her silently. She would give in.
She dropped Hammersley.
“Who are you?” she said.
Crawford pulled out his identification, thinking quickly.
“NSA?” she asked, staring at the badges curiously.
“We have been investigating Smallville,” he told her. “Specifically some odd incidences which have occurred over the past twenty years or so.”
Kara crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re in the Kent home.”
“We had hoped to talk to the Kents. Specifically Clark. He has lived in Smallville all his life.”
“Why?”
“Because we suspect there are links to a terrorist organisation here.”
Crawford continued to watch Supergirl. He knew she was concerned about the peace and safety of Smallville’s citizens. As well as Metropolis. He paused, waiting to deliver the punchline.
“What link?”
“Do you know Lex Luthor?” he said.
She continued to glare at them. Supergirl was an enigma. She had appeared on the scene almost two years ago, raising the profile of the so-called ‘superheroes’. Crawford studied her. She certainly was beautiful. What he wouldn’t do to have those long, golden legs wrapped around him.
Supergirl was saying something and he looked at her, realising he’d become distracted. He wanted to find out who she was when she wasn’t in uniform. He would love to capture her. Take her as his own.
The blonde was clearly not happy at their presence. After berating them, then seeing the two men off the farm, she flew off.
Two and a half hours later, Crawford reported to de Rochefort at the hotel. Crawford bowed in total respect to his superior.
“Monsieur, je regrette, we were unable to search the farmhouse thoroughly. We were interrupted by Supergirl.”
The baron swore in French.
“Qui est Supergirl ?" (Who is this Supergirl?)
“We are not sure, Monsieur, but I intend to find out.”
“Do that!” the baron snapped.
Crawford bowed again and left to join Hammersley at the NSA office in Metropolis where he began making a few phone calls. He had a friend in the Department of Domestic Security, and he was sure the friend could shed some light on things. There had been an incident a few years ago that he was sure ...
Crawford idly tapped some keys on his laptop and found himself searching through the net for something on the girl. He found some photographs taken of the girl when she’d first come to Metropolis. She certainly was very beautiful.
Crawford glanced at his colleague. Hammersley remained completely ignorant. But then no one had figured out that Crawford had been placed here by his superiors in the Illuminati. Members of their group had infiltrated every part of American society, from politicians to police officers.
As he continued to stare at the images of the girl, he felt himself hardening. He moaned as quietly as he could, the brief fantasy he’d had in the farmhouse still on his mind. No one else knew about his sexual proclivities either. At least, not that he knew of.
He finally managed to reach his friend in the DDS.
“Supergirl? Yeah, I think there was some incident a few years back. But the guy you want is dead. Can’t help you.”
“Who was he?”
“Carter. Look, I don’t know what happened, since I wasn’t in Washington at the time. All I know is, Carter was claiming there was some kind of ship found in Kansas in 2007. And there was some kind of incident involving a lab tech who apparently let a girl get hold of his security pass. She broke into a DDS secure facility. And the tech claimed it was Supergirl. “
Crawford reported this information to the baron, who was pleased with the information. But it still wasn’t enough. All it suggested was that Supergirl had been on Earth a lot longer than she claimed to be.
Their research showed that Clark Kent had had a cousin from Minnesota. The story was supposedly that the cousin had been the daughter of Jonathan Kent’s cousin David. Crawford mused over that little bit of information. It sounded as believable as Clark Kent being from Earth, he decided. Since he knew for a fact that the cousins had been estranged and there was no way the daughter of some distant cousin would come to visit Smallville, let alone stay for an indeterminate period.
De Rochefort himself looked satisfied as he read the full report. De Sade looked on.
“This is the proof we need, no? They are cousins.”
“Not yet,” de Rochefort told him. “But Supergirl is clearly protective of the Kents. This may be of use to us.”
“In what way?”
“Send Crawford to talk to the girl.”
De Sade smirked. “Given his proclivities ...”
“I am certain he will do whatever it takes to get the girl to see things his way.”
The two men smiled evilly.
***
Tess marched into Watchtower, flinging the doors open. Chloe glared at her.
“You know, when I had to disappear off the radar for a few months, I said you could help. I didn’t say it gave you free reign to come and go whenever you pleased.”
“This is important, Chloe, you know I wouldn’t be here otherwise. When are you going to stop treating me like the enemy?”
“You happen to still be working for the enemy,” Chloe pointed out.
“And you know very well I’m only working there to keep the League abreast on everything Luthorcorp. Especially since Lex forced Oliver out.” She sighed. “Besides, it’s a good thing I was there today.”
Superman chose that moment to drop in. Green Arrow wasn’t far behind. Oliver pulled off his hood and looked fondly at Chloe. He patted her on the backside.
“Hey,” he said.
“Watch the hands Queen,” she said grinning at him.
“Party pooper,” he told her. “You know, we really should get some kind of bed in here,” he leered suggestively at her.
“Ugh, I may throw up,” Tess intoned.
Clark just raised an eyebrow. “Get used to it. Those two are still in the honeymoon phase.”
“Hey, just because we have a healthy sex life,” Oliver protested.
Clark sighed. He’d known what that was like once. Before Mara came along. He loved being a father – he really did, and he understood that Lois needed time to recover from the birth, but he missed those days when he and Lois could slip away for a little fun without having to worry about deadlines, or a baby screaming for attention.
Chloe had returned for good nine months after Oliver had been captured by the Suicide Squad. Chloe had explained that she had had to exchange herself, then go underground to learn what she could about the threat they were all facing. Once it had been neutralised, she had returned.
Oliver, ecstatic that she was back, had proposed and they had married three months ago. And they took every opportunity they could for some ‘alone time’.
“So what’s going on Tess?” Clark asked.
“Lex had some visitors today. Have you heard of a group called the Illuminati?”
Chloe quickly typed on the computer, bringing up some information on the screen. They read quickly.
“The Illuminati,” she said. “Historically the Bavarian Illuminati, from the Enlightenment period. They were a secret society, founded in 1776.”
“That’s one interpretation,” Tess told them.
“There have been others, though. Through fiction,” Chloe said, reading.
“Remember the Da Vinci Code? Angels and Demons?” Clark said. “Supposedly the Illuminati were involved.”
“And they’re supposedly behind the push for a New World Order. Survival of the fittest.”
“Yeah, but we’re getting into the realms of conspiracy theories,” Oliver pointed out.
“What if we’re not?” Tess said. “Because I just met three people today who claim to be the Illuminati. Or one branch of it.”
She quickly related to them what had happened in Lex’s office.
“They’re asking for an alliance with Lex? And they threatened to destroy Luthorcorp if he didn’t go along with it?” Clark asked. “What did Lex say?”
“What could he say? He tossed them out of his office. But that’s the problem Clark. This baron, whoever he is might just look like he can do it.”
Chloe was quickly doing some research on the computer.
“Well, he’s certainly connected,” Chloe told them. “He’s not only from one of the oldest families in France, but he’s also a powerful figure in the French government.
“Yes, but why would the Illuminati want Mara?” Clark asked.
“Because she’s half Kryptonian,” Chloe answered, before Tess could. “And they could study her. Use her against Superman.”
“But ...” Clark frowned. Then he seemed to understand. “Superman is a threat to the New World Order.”
Tess nodded. “There was a journalist, forced to go underground. Several years ago he wrote several books on that subject. He postulated that every event, whether it was Kennedy’s assassination or the planes flying into the World Trade Centre was all part of a plot to take control of the world’s governments.”
Chloe looked at them. “There’s also the theory that this baron is part of another secret society.”
“La Rose Noire,” Tess said.
“The Black Rose?” Oliver asked. Chloe nodded at her husband.
“Essentially, it’s a group who seek to influence governments all over the world. It’s been going since the early seventies and one of their major interests was in creating one government. And their idea of doing this was through nuclear power. That’s why a lot of the superpowers have been stockpiling nuclear weapons. And that’s why the French government was undertaking nuclear testing in the Pacific. Especially places like Moruroa Atoll.”
“I thought Greenpeace managed to stop that?” Tess asked.
“Maybe in the area, and that was only after French secret agents bombed one of their flagships in New Zealand.”
Clark looked questioningly at Chloe.
“What?”
“The story goes that the Rainbow Warrior was visiting New Zealand, because the government had declared New Zealand a nuclear free zone. Any ships that carried nuclear weapons or was nuclear powered was not allowed in their ports. And it was believed that the DGSE Direction Générale de la Sécurité Extérieure sent agents to stop the Warrior from sailing to the atoll to protest the latest round of testing.
“There were apparently two bombs on board. The crew were evacuated when the first bomb exploded, but a photographer went back to get his equipment so he could take pictures of the damage and he drowned in the second blast.”
“Wasn’t there a huge outcry?” Oliver asked his wife.
Chloe nodded. “There were only two agents caught and arrested and the French government threatened economic sanctions which would have crippled the country if the agents weren’t returned.”
“Okay, so how does this relate to La Rose Noire?” Clark asked.
“De Rochefort is rumoured to have villas in Tahiti and in New Caledonia. That’s near where the nuclear testing took place over thirty years ago. And while the French government admitted responsibility for the bombing, there are some that suggest that there was a bigger influence behind it.”
***
Lois was just getting Mara off to sleep when she heard the screen door open downstairs.
“Clark?”
She turned, heart pounding as she saw Kara in the doorway.
“Kara. God, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry, Lois. I just wanted to make sure you and Mara were okay.”
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
Lois stared at the blonde, puzzled. But she quickly grew concerned when Kara told her what had happened that day.
“Does Clark know?”
“Not yet,” Kara told her. “But he will.”
Lois sighed. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Were they ever going to have a peaceful life?
That was another amazing chapter. So Clark and Kara are estranged? Will they make up? As for the Illuminati, weren't they more involved in Angels and Demons than The DiVinci Code? Of course it has been a while since I read either book so there's a real possibility I could be wrong. I also loved the last line of Lois' about having a peaceful life. Being married to Superman may have it's perks, but it also has it's difficulties - but if anybody can handle it, it's Lois 'Mad Dog' Lane.
That was another amazing chapter. So Clark and Kara are estranged? Will they make up? As for the Illuminati, weren't they more involved in Angels and Demons than The DiVinci Code? Of course it has been a while since I read either book so there's a real possibility I could be wrong. I also loved the last line of Lois' about having a peaceful life. Being married to Superman may have it's perks, but it also has it's difficulties - but if anybody can handle it, it's Lois 'Mad Dog' Lane.
Clark was thinking more of the writer than the actual book, but you're right. The Da Vinci Code was more about the church, but still another conspiracy theory, and that's what Clark's thinking about. Yeah, for Lois, the reality of being married to Superman is that their life is always eventful, and sometimes even that can get too much.
Clark was thinking more of the writer than the actual book, but you're right. The Da Vinci Code was more about the church, but still another conspiracy theory, and that's what Clark's thinking about. Yeah, for Lois, the reality of being married to Superman is that their life is always eventful, and sometimes even that can get too much.
Okay. I can understand that. It makes sense. On a side note, I'm finally going to try and finish up The last symbol. I need something to do on the train besides my puzzles.
Leanne, your story was suggested to me by Mary Ellen and I must say it has all the makings of a politcal mystery with a boatload of action and suspense.
I liked the way you wrote Lex as despising Clark/Superman but having a sliver of morality when it came to the Kents baby. I'm hoping some sort of unholy alliance is formed between the two in the coming chapters to fight the Illuminati.
I must admit i like the way you are writing Tess as a sort of double agent working for Watchtower. I'm curious where that might be heading if anywhere
I thought you gave a really good background story on the Illuminati. I hope to learn more in future chapters about their plans.
Leanne, your story was suggested to me by Mary Ellen and I must say it has all the makings of a politcal mystery with a boatload of action and suspense.
I liked the way you wrote Lex as despising Clark/Superman but having a sliver of morality when it came to the Kents baby. I'm hoping some sort of unholy alliance is formed between the two in the coming chapters to fight the Illuminati.
I must admit i like the way you are writing Tess as a sort of double agent working for Watchtower. I'm curious where that might be heading if anywhere
I thought you gave a really good background story on the Illuminati. I hope to learn more in future chapters about their plans.
looking forward to the next chapter
Nice to see you are taking Meg's adivce, LOL. It's good to see you are taking a chance with another story Steve.
As for Lex - you will see where that is headed very soon. Promise.
I do like my political thrillers and this was a nice juicy story to 'sink my teeth into' rather than the usual romance - something a bit different.
Nice to see you are taking Meg's adivce, LOL. It's good to see you are taking a chance with another story Steve.
As for Lex - you will see where that is headed very soon. Promise.
I do like my political thrillers and this was a nice juicy story to 'sink my teeth into' rather than the usual romance - something a bit different.
Thanks for commenting.
Steve likes stories with a lot of action and suspense so this story is right up his alley. I'm enjoying it too. I agree with him about the way you're writing Lex and Tess. I'm looking forward to what happens next.
The Baron was less than happy with progress. Crawford had reported all he had learned about Supergirl, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted proof that Clark Kent was Superman.
“Si nous pourrions peut-être obtenir quelque chose de lui, nous pourrions tester son ADN.” (“If we could perhaps get something of his, we could test his DNA),” Donatello suggested.
“Mais ils savent déjà que nous avons eu des gens fouillant dans la ferme” (“But they already know we have had people searching the farm) de Sade reminded them.
“Et s'il y avait une certaine façon de garder Superman occupé ? comme une sorte de diversion?” (What if there were some way of keeping Superman occupied? Like a diversion?) Donatello asked.
“Qui connaissons-nous dans le Comté Lowell ?” (Who do we know in Lowell County?) Rochefort asked.
The matter was discussed at some length, with the solution fairly quickly agreed upon. They would set up a diversion in the town centre, enough to keep Superman away from the farm. Once the decision was made, the call went out. By nightfall, the right people had been contacted and the plan would be instigated.
By tomorrow evening, they would have what they wanted. And then they would bring Superman to his knees.
***
“The Illuminati? Clark, they’re a myth!”
Clark nodded as he drained the last of his juice. “I know, Lois, but that’s what Tess told us.” He stood up, grabbing their plates and taking them to the kitchen to rinse before putting them in the dishwasher. Lois followed him.
“I don’t like this Clark. Especially if they’re after Mara.”
“Then we’ll have to be on our guard Lois.”
“I just don’t get it. The Illuminati, the society of the Black Rose. These are just conspiracy theories.”
“Maybe not. Anyway, Tess and Chloe are working together to track down the journalist who went underground. Now tell me what happened this afternoon.”
“All I know is what Kara told me. There were two men who claimed to be from the NSA here. She heard them snooping about. And one of them said he had Kryptonite on him.”
“NSA? Well, Chloe did say something about them having people everywhere.”
“You think there’s a connection?”
“There has to be.” Mara began crying upstairs. Clark looked at his wife. “I’ll get her,” he said.
Since Clark was still working full-time for the Daily Planet, plus his duties as Superman, he didn’t get as much time as he liked to spend with his baby daughter. Maybe she didn’t know the difference at this age, but he liked the time he had with her. Changing her, bathing her. The only thing he couldn’t do was feed her.
Mara was still crying when he went into the nursery. And she smelled ripe. Clark grinned.
“Somebody’s a stinky baby,” he said.
Mara turned her head toward his voice and stopped crying. She knew Daddy was here to take care of things. She wriggled a little in the crib until he picked her up, putting her gently down on the changing table. He set to work, undoing the tape on her diaper. The smell hit him.
“Whoa! Who knew so much could come out of someone so tiny,” he commented. Mara screwed up her face, looking as if she was going to cry again. “Oh no, don’t cry, Daddy will fix it.” He grabbed the baby wipes and began cleaning her up. Within a few minutes the soiled diaper had been put in the pail and a clean diaper had been put on. “Let’s go see Mommy,” he told his daughter, talking to her as he held her in his arms and carried her downstairs.
Lois smiled up at him from the sofa. “She okay?” she asked as she held her arms out for her hungry daughter.
“Yeah, just a dirty diaper.”
Mara latched on to her mother’s breast, suckling contentedly. She was a placid baby. She was yet to show any of her father’s abilities, but they guessed that it would be a while yet before they’d see what abilities she would have.
“What are we going to do?” Lois asked. “If these people are after Mara ...”
“The Justice League are going to take care of it,” Clark told her. “Oliver called in Bart and Victor. They’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Kara said she’d keep an eye on things, too. I still don’t like this Smallville.”
“I know, Lois. The thought of you being alone on the farm makes me uneasy. Especially with the idea that they’re targeting Mara.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
Clark turned, startled. He’d obviously been so distracted, he’d forgotten to use his super hearing and hadn’t heard the car pull up. His startled expression turned into a scowl.
“What are you doing here, Luthor?” he growled.
Mara instantly felt the change in her parents’ mood and started to cry. Lois put her daughter over her shoulder and immediately started trying to soothe her. But Mara kept crying. Lois stood up and touched her husband’s arm.
“Honey, why don’t I take her upstairs and see if I can settle her?” There was an old rocking chair in the nursery which they often used to get their daughter to sleep. Clark nodded and watched her go upstairs, then turned back to his enemy.
“What are you doing here?” he growled.
“I know you’re aware of a certain visit to my office today. You know, the only reason I tolerate Tess’ betrayal is the fact that she is my sister.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is, Clark, they made threats not only against your daughter, but also against my company. And I don’t take kindly to threats.”
“Why should I care about you and your damned company? Considering everything you do is unethical, immoral and downright illegal.”
“And you make it your life’s work to destroy me. This isn’t about our differences, Clark. It’s about a group of people who mean what they say and have the power to do it. To destroy both you and I.”
“Why should it bother you that they’re wanting to destroy me?”
“Personally, I couldn’t care less about them wanting to destroy Superman. But I have never, nor will I ever, allow an innocent child to be caught up in our problems. You know what happened to my brother, Clark. I don’t make war on children.”
“That’s a given. It still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”
“Because I’m suggesting an alliance between us. A temporary truce, if you will. Until the threat is over.” Lex sighed. “Look, they came to me suggesting an alliance with them because they know about my projects. They could either use that information to help or destroy me.”
“Why me?”
“Haven’t you heard the saying ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’, or perhaps ‘better the devil you know than the devil you don’t’?”
“Are you comparing me to the devil?”
Lex glared at him. “I still don’t trust you. I still think you’re here to conquer the world. And that opinion isn’t about to change. But from what I’ve learned about the Illuminati, the very thought that they might one day be in charge of this planet is much more worrying.”
“Why? What do you know?”
“Clark, these people will do anything, and I mean anything, to get what they want. They’ve already done it in various parts of the world. Like mass genocide. Terrorist attacks.”
“The World Trade Center, the Rainbow Warrior,” Clark nodded. “We were discussing that this afternoon.”
“There’s more. Clark, these people will do to this planet what the likes of Zod did to Krypton. They’ll destroy it.”
“How do you know about Zod and Krypton?” Clark asked.
“I have my sources,” Lex said smugly. Then he sighed. “Clark, I’m not asking you to like this. But I am suggesting that we can work together on this. For our mutual benefit.”
In other words, Clark thought, Lex would find a way to profit from this. That was, after all, the Luthorcorp bottom line.
Lex left the farm shortly after, hoping he had given Clark something to think about. As much as the two of them hated each other, there were bigger issues at stake here. He, for one, wasn’t going to let some French aristocrat take his company out from under him. And despite their mutual enmity, he had meant what he said. He would never willingly make war on children and the three men had instantly earned his distrust by suggesting they wanted to take the child of Superman and use her in the eternal struggle between the seats of power.
Lex had his own ambitions. He planned to become the youngest president of the United States. But if the Illuminati, or whoever these people were, had their way, that wouldn’t happen.
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