7.03 United by MR and AoT (Part II)

As retold by RepairmanBob

MR: Lex and Hope inspects a Level 33.1 facility, filled with racks of Project Ares soliders.
KK: Hope expositions that the recent rash of attacks has done considerable damage to the project, and that Lex should increase security.
TW: Damn, we are just flat out saying Lex’s security sucks?
JG: Doesn’t it?
TW: But aren’t we going to address the issue? Are we just going to point out the problem and ignore it? Isn’t that irresponsible of us as writers? (Pause, then everyone but TW laughs.)
JG: Tom, you never fail to amuse.
TW: I hate you guys.

MR: The hospital. Close of up Chloe coming to, gasping. Her throat is a mass of red scratches and purple welts. We pan back to a group of medical staff shocking Victor with what appear to be oversized cattle prods.
JG: Michael, your fetishes are starting to disturb me.
KK: Chloe staggers to one of the staff, and asks (rough voice) “What are you doing?”
AM: I don’t sound like that!
KK: Chloe was nearly choked to death.
AM: Well, I guess –
KK: And she smokes crack.
AM+TW: What?
KK: I have decided Chloe smokes crack. It explains the rough voice. I’ll put it in my first script.
AM: You couldn’t.
KK: Sure I could. Al and Miles will agree to –
AM: But Dawn won’t.
TW: She’s right.
MR: Can we get back on track, please? Medical guy explains that this is the only way to restrain Victor. Drugs, medication, restraints – nothing works. Once Victor gets worked up, he is nearly unstoppable.
KK: “Can’t you do anything else? You are torturing him! Can’t you see how much pain he is in?”
MR: “Lady, Creed here wasn’t all that concerned about you while he was trying to tear out your throat. Get out of the way!” During the conversation, we get flashes of Victor convulsing on the ground. He drooling, barely coherent, muttering something.
JG: “I love Lana?”
MR: Chloe sees him, and we hear his voice. “Please… stop. Please… stop.” We see black marks where the cattle prods have burned through his clothes and into his flesh. Victor keeps repeating “please… stop…”.
KK: “I don’t care what he did! No one deserves this!” Chloe stands up and touches Victor on the shoulder.
TW: This can’t end well.
AM: Why would Chloe do that?
MR: Doesn’t she care about people?
AM: He just tried to kill her!
MR: We just have the guard’s word for that. Anyway, the next part is cool. As soon as Chloe touches Victor, she starts screaming and convulsing.
KK: You are right, this is cool. Chloe begs the guards to stop. We see the burn marks on Victor have disappeared, and are now all over Chloe. (Smile at AM) Get ready for some quality time in the make-up chair.
TW: Wait, don’t the guards all see Chloe healed Victor?
MR: No, the are all looking at the dangerous meteor freak, not the 90 pound blond ditz -
AM: Hey!
MR: Who got attacked. Victor looks at Chloe from behind the guards, mouths “Thank you”, and passes out.
KK: Cut to Chloe, covered in burn wounds. We watch as the burns and the marks on her neck heal. A guard asks her if she is alright. Looking a little surprised, she says “Never better.”

MR: Lex says that if his most recent research pays off, the loss of the other facilities will be irrelevant. “With the information we were able to obtain from Ms. Sullivan’s article, the newest Project Ares Soldiers have none of the previous weaknesses. They are stronger, faster, and the vulnerability to energy-based attacks has been eliminated. We are up to a 65% survival rate with the most recent subjects.”
KK: “And power stabilization?”
MR: “3-4 powers per solider. The central nervous system burns out within hours if they have more.”
KK: Behind them, the doctor Lionel was talking to is working on a computer. He brings up the screen for Captain Steven Rogers. A message flashes “Subject Unstable: Safety Protocols Enacted.” The doctor overrides safeties, and a countdown begins.
MR: And cue the intro.

MR: Chloe is interviewing a man in a suit.
KK: (Deep, breathy voice) “Oh, Mr. Smith, you are so smart and powerful. How did you ever get to be involved with LuthorCorp?”
AM: I hate you, Michael.
MR: “Well, Miss Sullivan –“
KK: Chloe leans over, showing much cleavage, and tries to touch his hand. Mr. Smith moves, and she touches his sleeve. (Bats her eyes.) “You must do such interesting work. Can you tell me what big... projects you have coming up?”
MR: Mr. Smith looks a bit uncomfortable, trying to keep eyes off of Chloe’s boobs. “I, uh...”
AM: This sucks. This really sucks.
KK: No, Lana being resurrected sucks. This will get us ratings.
JG: I like where this is going.
MR: (smiles) Want to change it?
AM: Not yet.
KK: Then shut up. Chloe leans farther over, and tries to touch Mr. Smith’s neck. “Do you have any large... operations you would like to talk about?” She leans in close. “Can you tell me-”

MR: Cut to Kahn screaming “What in the hell you thought you were doing? I have a VP from LuthorCorp screaming that a Daily Planet reporter could not keep her hands off him! I have a PR rep from LuthorCorp threatening me with a sexual harassment lawsuit! And worst of all, you didn’t even get a story out of it”
KK: “I –“
MR: “I don’t care! This isn’t the Inquisitor, Sullivan! My reporters don’t get their stories from showing a little (stares at Chloe’s top) or a lot of cleavage!”
JG: A long look?
MR: Of course.
AM: I hate you so very much, Michael
KK: “ But –“
MR: “Get out of here, and don’t come back until you have a story!”
KK: Chloe walks out, and goes to her desk. She brings up the job position from 7.02, and looks annoyed.
AM: Because showing breast and looking annoyed are what Chloe does best.
TW: Well, she also boosts spirits and morale.
MR: That falls under showing boobs.
TW: She helps Clark with -
MR: Her boobs.
AM: Will you two get off my chest?
JG: Hey now.
KK: Chloe brings up her digital WoW, and opens the file on Moria. She smiles, and sips from a mug of coffee. Clark runs in.
TW: Finally!
JG: Does he look at Chloe’s breasts?
TW: No!
AM: No!
MR: Good idea, John. I’ll add it.
AM (Bangs head on table)

MR: Lex and Hope back at Level 33.1 Steven sits up, bursting out of his restraints. Alarms go off, lights flash, and Steve merrily bashes a few doctors.
JG: LuthorCorp security – always good for a laugh.
MR: Lex runs towards a computer, while Hope moves to guard him. Steve rushes them , throws Hope into a wall and shoots a powerful energy bolt at Lex’s head.
KK: From his pants.
MR: The bolt -
KK: From his pants
MR: Knocks Lex into the air.
AM: That is one impressive bolt.
JG: A super bolt, even.
MR: Lex knocks his head on a table, and falls limp to the ground.
TW: He is flaccid after taking such a mighty bolt in the face.
MR: And people say I am the immature none.

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