7.10 Darkness by MR and TW (Part VI)

as retold by Maniac64

MR: We cut to 4 vans which drive up to a large warehouse with the Luthorcorp logo on it. Hassad and some of his men get out of the van and look around to see if anyone is watching. They are greeted by a warehouse employee and go inside the building.
TW: We zoom out and see Clark hiding a little ways away watching the van. “So Lex really is working with these guys. Now I’ve just got to figure out what they’re up to.” Clark super-speeds up to the building, then climbs on top of a dumpster and looks in the window. He uses his super-hearing to hear Hassad ask for a list of everything that is stored inside of the warehouse. The employee yells for someone to bring it to him.
MR: And with that we finish another of the mini Clark scenes.
KK: Another one? Man Tom you really let yourself get screwed over on this one.
TW: Hey, at least Clark is doing something productive.
MR: We cut back to the Daily Planet where Lois and Bittleman are in Kahn’s office.
TW: Kahn is reading something. “Hmmm.”
AM: I can’t believe you’re going to SWF Lois into Chloe’s big scene from Thirst.
MR: Erica would you read Lois’s part?
ED: Gladly. “Is that a good ‘hmmm’ or bad ‘hmmm’?”
AM: Oh, for fuck’s sake you’re just stealing from the old script!
MR: “It is an ‘I am trying to intimidate a new employee because I did not get enough special time with my pool boy this morning hmmm.’ Cut the crap, Kahn. The article is good.”
TW: Kahn looks up at Bittleman over her glasses and smiles. “I am so glad you approve of your own article, Ted. That means as little to me as my opinion of Lane’s old newspaper.”
ED: Hey!
TW: “But as the Editor-in-Chief of the most respected newspaper in the world, it is my job to evaluate all the articles that potentially slander billionaires with hordes of angry lawyers.” Kahn smirks. “And not that it is any of your information, but Armando and I had plenty of quality time this morning. Three quality times, in fact.”
MR: Bittleman gags.
ED: “Ms. Kahn, the story is solid. We have interviews, doctors’ reports on these patients, affidavits –“
TW: “What you have, Lane, is an atomic bomb. The advertising dollars we will lose from LuthorCorp alone will get the board screaming for my head.”
MR: “Come off it Kahn. You know the last time Baldy tried that, Oliver Queen himself said he would match our lost ad dollars. He sent you a fruit basket!”
TW: “Luthor’s lawyers will be all over my ass –“
MR: “Considering the size of your ass, that shouldn’t be hard –“
ED: “People need to know.” Kahn and Bittleman both stop and look at Lois. “Lex Luthor is hurting people. Salvation is crippling people, killing people, and no one is doing anything. People deserve to know the truth. Isn’t that what we do?”
TW: Kahn gives Lois a firm look, then smiles. “Glad to see your background did not prevent you from developing journalistic ethics, Lane.”
KK: Wait, so Kahn as testing Lois?
AM: And since when did Lois have journalistic ethics?
TW: Since we needed to replace Chloe. “Front page, shared byline.”
MR: “Damn straight.” Bittleman starts to walk out, then turns around and looks at Kahn. “Just Boo’s name on the byline. I’m bored of seeing my name under every decent article this rag publishes. A change of pace could be fun.” Bittleman walks out. Kahn and Lois look at each other in shock.
TW: Cut to Chloe walking up to the 33.1 lab. There are gaurds at the doors but Chloe sees and open window and flies up through it.
MR: She looks at a map of the building to see where she is, then goes down a flight of stairs.
TW: She is walking down a hallway when a security guard comes around the corner. Chloe freezes.
MR: The guard walks right past her, after which we switch angles and see that Chloe is invisible. She starts moving again and we can barely see here. Like in Predator when they move around and are cloaked.
TW: She gets through another keycard door and walks through a room filled with computers and chemicals. At the other side of the room is a door with “Salvation” written on it.
MR: Chloe puts her hand on the number pad beside the door and after a couple seconds it unlocks. She cracks open the door and we can see that it is dark inside.
TW: And that’s when we go to commercials.
MR: Lionel is lying on the bed in his cell and appears to be sleeping.
TW: We then hear a grunt and a thump from off screen and Lionel sits up and looks out to see MM standing on the other side of the door. He opens the door and walks in.
MR: Lionel smiles. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to find me here. I must say I wasn’t expecting it to happen this quickly. I only regained consciousness a few minutes ago.”
TW: “We must hurry; there are others things that need my attention.”
MR: “I would have to agree. On that front I believe I know where you can find Hassad. He’s at the Luthorcorp warehouse. I’m not sure if he’s still there though, so you will have to hurry.”
TW: “And what about you? Can you get away from here on your own?”
JG: Of course he can, he’s the Magnificent Bastard!
MR: “I’m not going anywhere. At least not yet.”
JG: WHAT!
TW: MM looks surprised. A lot like John right now.
JG: What do you mean I’m not going anywhere?!
MR: Just hold your horses John. You’ll like this.
JG: I had better.
TW: “Why would you stay here?”
MR: “This is where I need to be.” MM looks more confused, again just like John. “We can use this to our advantage. I am sitting right in the heart of Lex’s operations. With me in his little cell he will grow careless, and I can learn even more. You don’t need me on the outside; I can help our cause far more from inside this cell.”
JG: Ah, I see. Very good, Lionel using Lex’s own trap against him.
AM: Okay, but why the heck would you put that in Michael?
MR: Hey, Lex still wins this round and I get to through John in jail. [JG glares at MR] And just because Lionel thinks he can gain an advantage doesn’t mean he actually will.
JG: We’ll see.
TW: MM seems to understand now. “If that is how you feel than I shall leave you. I will check back later to see if you still feel this is the right course of action.”
MR: “In the meantime you need to go take care of Hassad.”
TW: “Indeed. Good luck to you Lionel Luthor.”
MR: “I never rely on luck.”
TW: MM smiles and then shape shifts into a security guard and walks off. Zoom in on Lionel looking confident before he goes back to lying on the bed.

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