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TWO
"Well?" Maggie Sawyer said. Metropolis U was now under lockdown.
"Whoever did this," a CSU investigator said, indicating the bodies of the now-dead soldiers, "is professional, albeit ruthless."
"It's not the M.O. of the Angel of Vengeance, is it?" Maggie asked.
"No. This is completely different."
"Any idea who our mystery men are? Al-Queda terrorists?"
"No, they appear to be homegrown. These were fixed to their helmets."
"Micro video camera," Maggie said. "I wonder.Could they be some kind of Special Ops?
Oh, and is there any way we can see who they were fighting against?"
"You want to download any possible files? I doubt it. These babies look like they were made for transmitting. But we'll check into it anyway, just to make sure."
"Good," Maggie said. "If anyone from the government comes calling, stall them for time. Meanwhile, I'll want to talk to that Sullivan girl. I've got the feeling that the bullet removed from her shoulder will match up nicely to their firearms. And keep an eye out for the perp. The last thing we need is some kind of huntress on the loose..."
"Bloody hell," Spike grumbled.
A familiar 2005 Ford Fusion was parked in the visitors area.
"Won't take long," Spike said. Miquot Man nodded, and leaned back to take a short nap.Spike went inside.
"What are you doing here?" 'Fred' asked Spike.
"Lookin' for you, luv," Spike said. "You never call, never write.." Noticing Chloe he added "How's your friend? Is she gonna be ok?"
"My friend," Illyria said distantly. For the most part all her friends - legions who served and worshipped her, and Wesley Wyndham-Price - were dead.
"The doctors removed the bullet from her. She'll live." A faint smile crossed her face. It didn't go unnoticed by Spike.
"Why do they let her in and not us?" Illyria asked. Lois was at Chloe's bedside.
"Probably 'cause we're not next of kin," Spike said. "Anyway, we've gotta go."
Dragging Illyria/Fred by the hand, they went into the parking lot and found the DeSoto.
Or what was left of it.
Except for a bone blade and some goo that was obviously blood, Miquot Man was nowhere to be found.
"Bollocks!" Spike cursed. "Looks like they got 'im."
"The Senior Partners," Illyria said. Not for the first time, Spike wasn't listening.
"What happened here?" asked the woman flashing police badge. "Maggie Sawyer, Metropolis PD."
"Someone trashed my car," Spike said, then noticing that Maggie was examining the 'blood' he quickly added, "That must belong to the perp."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, he must've hurt 'imself while trashing my car. Besides, I've watched a Law & Order or two."
"Talbot," she called in, "get CSU here ASAP." Turning back to the Terrible Twosome Maggie said "Okay, Mr. 'Law & Order', I've got a few questions for you and your friend."
Off in the distance a parking lot maintenance man was watching the whole thing. His eyes widened at the sight of Spike.
"She was strong," Chloe told Lois.
"You're saying that the girl who brought you in killed those guys? That little girl?"
"She saved my butt from becoming an obituary," Chloe continued. "Lois, I don't think she's just a meteor freak. I think she may be ...one of those people that attacked you in Smallville Medical."
"What? Chloe, are you sure?"
"She's xenomorphic, I'm sure of it."
Seeing Lois' confused look, Chloe translated "Shapeshifter."
"Where's she at now?" Chloe asked.
"She left with Milton Fine's twin brother. A real jerk. Thinks he's Billy Idol."
Chloe's face lost color. "Fine? Lois, listen. There's...something suspicious about him. Professor Fine. Clark told me..by the way: where is Clark?"
"Where am I?"
Clark Kent found himself on the floor inside a white cell. His arm had been bandaged, the results of having blood extracted. An invisible force field kept him inside, but that wasn't the problem. The red light above him was. He could see various scientific personnel outside. And cells that stretched to infinity, occupied by the strangest of the strange.
"No use trying to escape," said a woman's voice. "We know how to deal with the likes of you."
"Who are you?" Clark asked.
"Someone who can put a stop to the likes of you, alien," said someone else. He sounded like some kind of military man.
Clark's face went pale...
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