Superman: The Last Son of Krypton Page #3

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Angela, don't tell me

you're actually covering real news.

What happened?

Run out of alien abductees?

At least my network

doesn't have to send two reporters...

...to cover the same story.

You'll have to introduce us sometime.

- Thanks for the quote.

- How did you get here so fast?

Oh, I just flew.

- What'd you get?

- A shared byline, if you use it.

I apologize. You're not

the rube hayseed I took you for.

Thanks. I think.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press...

...at this time we invite everyone into

the main hall for our special presentation.

The long-awaited debut of the next word

in military defense:

The Lexoskel 5000.

Constructed from a patented alloy,

the Lexo suit is virtually indestructible.

As seen in this footage

against these automated tanks...

...the Lexo suit stands up

to heavy punishment...

...and returns it in kind.

Guiding this suit is a single soldier...

...made more powerful

than an entire battalion.

And now, here' s to the future,

and the man who' s created it, Lex Luthor.

Bet you this beats

the dog-and-pony shows back home.

Time to crash the party, gentlemen.

- Excuse me.

- I'd like to say that I view the Lexo suit...

...not as an instrument of war,

but as an instrument to end war.

No way.

- It's him!

- The guy with the cape!

Gentlemen, believe it or not,

we are being tailed at 6 o'clock.

I don't know who he is

or what he is, but he's all yours.

I've got him.

He's dust.

Nice one, Clark.

- Look out. It's gonna hit us!

- My God!

Run, run, run!

- Oh, my gosh.

- Jump!

Did you see that?

Freeze it.

What is that? Can anyone tell me?

Looks like a flying guy.

No kidding. I know he's flying,

but who is he?

Where did he come from?

What does he want?

- Look who I'm asking.

- Nice S.

- Excuse me?

- Right here. He's strong. He flies.

He's the Nietzschean fantasy ideal

all wrapped up in a red cape.

- The superman.

- Superman?

Hey, I like it.

Superman. It's catchy, sticks with you.

The kind of name that looks great...

...splashed across three columns...

Four...

...provided one of you

can get an interview with him.

Somehow, I don't think a guy

like that has a press agent, chief.

Well, somebody better get something

on this guy fast.

I've never seen the city in such a state.

Look at these faxes.

If we don't get answers soon

there could be a full-scale panic.

We've kept this book since

you left Smallville.

Every time we read about

an invisible angel helping someone...

...we knew our Clark had to be nearby.

But now that I've settled in Metropolis,

it's impossible to keep a low profile.

I can see where landing a plane in the

middle of the city might turn a few heads.

It's not just that.

Suddenly, people are calling me Superman.

They want to know everything about me.

Some are afraid of me...

...like Jor-El and Lara warned.

Does this mean I'm going to have

to give up my life?

No, son. It doesn't matter where

you were born or what you can do.

You'll always be Clark Kent.

Superman just helps out now and then.

It wouldn't be bad if people knew

a little more about Superman.

I don't want anyone thinking

you're like that nut in Gotham City.

There must be some way

to get the word out.

Sorry, Perry. I checked with Star Labs...

...and they're just as clueless

as everyone else about our flyboy.

Right. I'm heading back now.

Excuse me, Miss Lane. I believe

I'm the one you want to talk to.

Oh, yeah? Well, where are you?

I'm...

Just hang on.

As far as I can piece together...

...I'm the last survivor

of a planet called Krypton.

Krypton?

Okay.

You don't believe me?

It's a little much.

Fair enough.

All I ask is that you tell the truth.

- And that is?

- I'm not here to scare anyone.

In fact, I've always tried to help people

whenever possible.

You sound too good to be true.

What's your secret?

What do you mean?

You don't go around in blue tights

and a cape all the time.

- What do you do in your off-hours?

- I think that's a question for another time.

Well, well, an alien in my own back yard.

And such a civic-minded one too.

I think he means what he says, Lex.

Well, that's just dandy, Lois.

All I know is,

your hero did nothing to help me.

I'm the one who's out

a billion-dollar battle suit.

Actually, this could end up

a silver lining in your pocket.

What's that?

Since the terrorists have

your prototype...

...the Pentagon's gonna want you

to build a better version for them.

When all is said and done, this could

net you a multi-billion dollar windfall.

Lois, it almost sounds

as if your friend here...

...is suggesting I should be glad

my suit was stolen.

You're very amusing, Mr... Kent, is it?

Yes, I'll remember that.

Nice work, Smallville.

You're only the second person

I've seen get under Lex's skin.

- Who's the first?

- Me. When I dumped him.

Ancient history. What makes you think...

...Lex might have been

an accessory to the theft?

I don't think it was a theft.

I think he gave it away.

I was digging up background info

on Luthor...

...and found this photo at last year's

International Industrial Conference.

Recognize the guy with the medals?

The regent of Kaznia. So?

So the U.S. and Kaznia haven't been

on real friendly terms lately.

It seems the regent's been employing

terrorists to eliminate his political enemies.

Old news, Kent. The president broke

diplomatic ties with Kaznia months ago.

Which means Luthor couldn't

sell the regent a war suit...

...without it being an act of treason.

So Luthor just left the back door open

for him to take it.

- It works in theory.

- In theory, maybe...

...but Perry White doesn't run theories.

- Where are you going?

- I'd tell you...

...but you'd have to share the byline.

I've told you before, there's no work

for you on this ship.

Now leave, before I call

the harbor police.

I'm going, you blasted rat bag,

I'm going.

Blasted scabs taking jobs

from us union men.

I ought to go back and split

some skulls, I ought to.

Got a tire iron right here.

Oh, it's you, Miss Lane.

Come to do another smuggling story?

Maybe. What can you

tell me about that tanker?

It's the darndest thing I ever seen.

She's been in port a week

and ain't moved a bit of cargo on or off.

Blasted scow's leaving port tonight,

and I says good riddance.

Gotta get on that ship.

Bibbo, take this and call Clark Kent

at the Planet.

Tell him where I am and to call

Police Commissioner Henderson...

...if he doesn't hear from me in

20 minutes. Got that? 20 minutes.

Thanks, Bibbo. I owe you one.

Yeah, sure, sure, sure.

Call Kurt Kent,

let him know about the boat...

...and said something about

the police. Yeah, okay.

Hey, soda.

She'll be okay.

We're not giving interviews,

you got that?

- lf I could just speak to your captain.

- I said no interviews.

- What part of that don't you understand?

- Hans. Hans!

There's no reason for hostility...

...especially towards

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