Injustice
Folc4evernaday
Chapter 21: Hear Me Roar
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Three Months Later…
Istanbul, TurkeyThe markets were filled with different sights and scents, and the sun bore down on the hot pavement. Dan Scardino looked over his shoulder, motioning to the undercover agents to follow him. The double doors in his path held a history of wear and tear on them with crackling paint and wood chips peeling away to expose the hidden secrets behind its locks and bolts.
Two heavy-set men stood by the front of the tall structure with traditional salvar with a golden yelek and light green and gold mixed cebken that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Several piercings and tattoos covered the parts of their arms and face that were exposed. The outline of what appeared to be a weapon of sorts could be made out on the right side of the first man.
Scardino reached his hand up, readjusting the hijab that covered his head, stumbling forward with his best drunken sailor routine. The first man stopped him, holding his hand out and pointing in the other direction for him to disappear into the crowd he had come from.
“Hold up, I got the golden ticket…” Scardino slurred out as the undercovers approached from behind, holding a Glock to the temple of the first man’s temple. Scardino chuckled to himself as he leaned over, holding his index finger to his lips and whispering, “Shhhh….”
He turned to the left and saw the other agents had already overpowered the other man and had him on his knees with his hands behind his head, searching him. Scardino motioned to the agent to his left, who was tucking his weapon in his holster and reaching over to cover it with the thobe he wore.
The first agent reached out to open the door, hearing a hint of drums and wind instruments from inside. The incense from inside was enough to knock you out from the stench but he knew it was only a cover for something far worse. They slipped inside one by one and found themselves in an empty lobby with three curtains covering the different corridors. A golden rope wrapped around each curtain with a large tassel.
“You sure about this?”
Scardino looked over his shoulder and saw the stern features from the man behind the red and blue hijab and the red boots from beneath the dark red thobe. He smirked at him and shook his head, “Not much of a disguise, Superman.” He pointed to the curtains, “Where to next?”
“Left,” Superman pointed to the dark red curtain, and Scardino waved the agents over, motioning for them to prepare for their entry.
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Metropolis, New TroyLois placed a hand on the top of her growing abdomen, letting out a heavy sigh as she pushed her plate away from her. She smiled at Jon as he kicked his feet back and forth under the table, finishing the last of his French fries on his plate.
“Slow down, Jon, or you’re going to choke yourself,” her mother remarked with a playful smile.
“Nuh-huh,” Jon shook his head, reaching over to take a sip from his cup as the waitress stopped by their table.
“Can I get you guys anything else?”
“No, we’re fine,” Lois flashed her a quick smile. “Thanks, Ingrid.”
Her mother looked around the small diner with a critical nose, “Of all the places in Metropolis, this is where you decide to meet me for dinner?”
“It’s quaint,” Lois grinned back at her mother.
Her mother thankfully didn’t stay on the subject too much longer. She turned her attention instead to Jon, who was happily finishing up his fries, and asked, “So, Jon, are you excited about your first year of elementary school?”
“Uh-huh,” Jon nodded, not really offering her mother the enthusiastic reaction she was hoping for.
“Are you nervous?” her mother prodded, “Kindergarten is a lot different from pre-school.”
“I know,” he continued chewing away at his fries.
Her mother gestured to the bump beneath Lois’ hands, “She’s certainly small for how far along you are. Are you sure they got the conception date, right?”
“There’s a possibility it’s wrong, but based on measurements and development, they’re pretty confident I’m right at six months,” Lois responded, reaching her hand across the table to squeeze her mother’s hand that was tapping against the tabletop nervously. “I’m fine, really, mom.”
“You got lucky,” her mother corrected carefully. “That’s not the same thing.”
“I know,” Lois tapped her index and ring finger against the baby bump beneath her hand as she felt her daughter move around what had to be a cramped space now.
“Are you sure I can’t talk you into coming with me to Seattle?” her mother asked.
“I can’t.” Lois emphasized with a heavy sigh. “Look, I’m sure the new place is great, and it’s awesome you and daddy are working things out and trying to be closer to Lucy’s new residency, but I can’t just pack up and take off to another state this late in my pregnancy.”
“I know. I know. I just worry.” Her mother shrugged her shoulders, looking down at her lap. “With Clark on assignment on this sting operation and you stuck at home by yourself…”
“She’s got me, grandma,” Jon grinned happily, interjecting himself into the conversation.
“And she’s very lucky to have you,” her mother turned to Jon and leaned over to give him a hug before turning back to Lois. “I just want to make sure you’re going to be okay is all. I went out of town for three days last time, and you two end up nearly killed walking across the street.”
“The bad guys are in jail, grandma,” Jon reached a hand over to squeeze his grandma’s hand.
Lois smiled back at Jon, then met her mother’s gaze. If he only knew…
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Istanbul, TurkeyClark ran a weary hand across his face, relieved to finally be rid of the Turkish ensemble he had been wearing over his cape and spandex. Though he was used to wearing a disguise on his rescues as Superman, he wasn’t used to wearing a disguise as Superman. The raids on the thousands of locations they had uncovered weighed heavily on him. Each rescue brought them closer to finding Esma and the man responsible for making the dangerous drug that could have cost him his family.
A hard lump remained in his throat as he flashed back to that week in the hospital. It was by pure luck that he had gotten to that crosswalk when he did. Every instinct had gone on alert on his way to the dock where the first human trafficking victims had been found. Something had called out to him, ushering him to return back to the Planet. Even though he’d just left, he had followed his instincts, feeling the dread and beckoning grow stronger until he heard his son’s screams for help and what felt like Lois calling out to him.
It seemed impossible, but crazier things had happened.
Finding his son and wife in the state, they were with the unconscious assailants an arm’s length away brought a new kind of fear and rage he never wanted to experience again. Four hours of monotone beeping and doctors continuing to monitor Lois’ IV and the baby’s heart rate were the most traumatizing of his life. Even in his days of being under Dr. Kelly’s thumb and the torture he’d experienced at her hands were nothing compared to the anguish that consumed him in those long hours where he was forced to sit back and do nothing while he waited to find out if the doctors had been able to flush out whatever she’d been drugged with enough to save them both.
Coupled with the revelation that not only had his son known he was Superman for the better part of a year but that under the pressure of witnessing the assailants trying to hurt his mother, he had reacted in a super-powered way. A consequence he had quickly addressed with Jon, but even with the stern warning, he couldn’t hold back his pride and gratitude that Jon had been there to protect his mother and little sister. Nearly a year of pursuing these invisible assailants where victims disappeared without a witness or cry for help he hated to think what might have happened if they’d succeeded.
The assailants had quickly turned on one another and given them locations which had taken them across the globe to Turkey, Romania, Germany, and many of the Middle Eastern countries across Europe and Asia. Their latest target had been a compound on the outskirts of Istanbul. He looked across the crowded space as the agents moved through the compound, and screams could be heard along with muffled shrieks as each hidden room was cleared by the local police and accompanying agents. He’d already secured all the weapons to ensure everyone would make it out of this with no carnage. Enough lives had already been lost to these monsters.
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Metropolis, New TroyLois laid in bed, peeking out the window at the moonlit sky as she looked at the time, wondering if Clark would get a chance to come home before the next location was to be raided. Her hand drifted to his side of the bed, letting out a defeated breath as she rolled onto her side, looking toward the window that overlooked their bedroom. Just as the weight of her worries finally began to drift away and the fatigue from the day called out to her, she felt a hand against her cheek, followed by the familiar pair of lips brushing against hers faintly.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” Clark whispered, cupping her cheek.
“Our daughter had other ideas,” she murmured back to him, placing a hand across the bump across her midsection that was propped up against a pillow.
She smiled as she watched Clark dip his head down, placing his hand on her baby bump and whispering to their unborn daughter, “You need to let your mommy sleep.” He brushed his lips against the smooth skin before tugging her cotton top’s hem down to cover the exposed skin.
She reached her hand down to stroke his hair, “Everyone make it out okay?”
“Zero casualties,” he whispered, before he stood up, reaching his hands up over his head and yanking the cotton t-shirt he’d been wearing into the hamper at the end of the bed. Her eyes wandered across his bare chest, taking note of the slow way he moved across the room to the other side of the bed, kicking his jeans off and crawling into bed next to her. The weariness that covered his face and weighed on his mind seemed to slow him down to the point that even spinning out of his clothes was too much effort for him. She bit her lower lip, keeping a careful eye on him as he sunk onto the bed next to her and releasing a shallow breath from his chest.
“Thirteen,” he mumbled out, staring up at the ceiling fan that was spinning overhead.
“Thirteen what?” she asked, confused as she turned to look at him.
“Thirteen thousand was the latest count of children that have been rescued from these … monsters.” His face tensed, and the lines across his forehead folded into a sharp crease with worry lines peaking across his face. She reached her hand out and folded her hand in his, wedging her fingers around his to form a tight fist. She laid next to him, letting the silence surround them as her mind continued to press her with questions she so desperately wanted to ask but knew not to push him for answers just yet.
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A thousand throughs raced through Clark Kent’s mind as he continued to stare at the ceiling fan blades spinning overhead. The warmth from Lois’ hand ran through him, keeping him grounded as he tried to push the haunted soulless faces out of his mind. How many would he have to see before they finally found her? How many would be rescued from the pits of darkness they’d been thrust into only to be put into their own version of hell trying to reacclimate themselves in a world where they weren’t viewed as a commodity?
He felt the hard lump in the back of his throat tense, and he squinted back the overwhelming grief that continued to consume him before and after each visit to yet another location that was discovered. With each raid, hundreds more popped up, and yet through it all they still were no closer to finding Esma. If they ever would.
Was she still alive?
“Hey, it’s okay,” Lois whispered to him, reaching over to caress his cheek, seeming to read his mind as she drew him into her arms, wrapping as much of her arms as she could with the crowded space of their unborn child between them. “I’ve got you,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his.
Her hands smoothed their way down his chest, and he felt the familiar weight of her pressed against him, brushing featherlight kisses against his temple, moving across his cheekbone, and then shifting down to his jawline. The tension in his bones slowly began to dissipate until he finally felt relief from the heavyweight that had been pressing down on him, burdening him with the reminder of the lost souls he’d seen day in and day out.
He reached his hand out, wrapping his arm around her and tugging her to him, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as her scent and touch slipped through him, sending a shockwave through him, reminding him once again she was here with him. The terror that could have been was nothing more than a nightmare.
His lips smoothed their way across hers, devouring her in a fierce pull that drew him to her, unable to get enough of her as he felt her fingertips roam up and down his shoulders. A possessive growl escaped the back of his throat, fueling his exploration of her, needing the reassurance that the darkness he’d seen was gone.
“I’ve got you,” she murmured against his lips as he dipped his head down, running his open jaw against her throat, feeling desire flood through him when he heard the labored breath escape her lips.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear, smiling as he felt the ripple against him of their unborn child moving beneath her abdomen.
“I love you too,” she giggled as he dipped his head down to her abdomen, pressing his lips to the top of her round bump. “You keep that up, and she’ll never go back to sleep.”
He chuckled, sending a vibrating sensation through his whole body as Lois looped her arms around him, tugging his face to her, so he was eye-level with her. “You okay?” she asked, stroking his cheek with her hand.
He bit his lower lip, gazing at her with an apologetic frown, “We still haven’t found her, Lois. I…” his voice cracked beneath the pressure he felt. “We’ve found thousands of kids, and I’m grateful they’re safe, but the list is getting shorter and shorter, and there’s still no sign of Esma.”
“You’ll find her,” Lois whispered, tracing the outline of his jaw with her index finger.
“How can you be so sure?” Clark asked her with an incredulous expression, in awe of the unwavering faith in him she always had in him. Even when he found himself in doubt, Lois never gave up hope. Her undying devotion kept him going when he wanted so desperately to give up.
“Because you’re you,” she whispered confidently, wrapping her arms protectively around him. Her head rested against his, and she moved her hands up and down his arms, whispering reassurances.
His lips found hers, tugging her lower-lip to him and tracing the frame of her face with his palms. A faint moan escaped the back of her throat as her legs looped across his backside, crossing her ankles as he moved his attention down to her throat, nibbling at her voice box as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, feeling his way up and down her nightshirt.
“You’re amazing,” he let out a deep-throated moan. “Perfect.” He choked out, feeling the euphoric ecstasy envelop him as her hands moved across him.
“No one’s perfect,” she whispered to him.
His eyes gazed over her, biting down on his lower-lip as his eyes rested on her bare torso. “I beg to differ,” he let out a deep-throated moan as he hovered over her, running his hands across the smoothness of her bare torso. She let out a sharp gasp as his chin ran down the curve of her throat, nibbling at the sensitive flesh.
“I love you,” she murmured in a shaky breath, wrapping him into the serene cocoon of her embrace as they fell into one another.
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Vincent Blake folded his hands across the steel table in front of him, grimacing as four guards escorted the formerly well respected Tobias Berg into the visitation cell. Vincent Blake couldn’t hide the grin across his face while he watched the guards chain his hands and feet to the table he was positioned in front of and then ordered to take his seat. The sudden change of power was eating at Tobias, and Vincent Blake couldn’t hide the pleasure he was deriving from watching Tobias Berg’s fall from grace.
Vincent touched his face, pointing to Tobias’ black and blue bruise that covered the side of his face, “You really should see someone about that injury. It could get infected.”
“You got your conviction, what are you doing here?” Tobias snapped. The deep-seated anger threatened to boil over as Tobias let out a snort, “You here to gloat?”
“It must be hell in here,” Vincent Blake replied confidently, grinning ear to ear at the former sex-trafficking mogul and kingpin. “Out there, you were free as a bird, taking innocent lives and bending them to your will, and in here…you’re nothing but a punching bag with a ginormous target on your back.” He cackled happily. “Have they figured out you enjoy raping children for sport, or was this just your traditional welcome party?”
Tobias’ features were stone-like as he glared into Vincent’s eyes, trying to pierce his soul with the dark, soulless stare that he was sure must have worked on his minions and the girls he had working for him. “You think you have won? You’ve done nothing but slow down a business.”
“I didn’t realize you were such a philanthropist,” Vincent remarked coldly. “You’ll forgive me for choking on my own vomit while you profit off of the assault and murder of children.”
“You think I’m the only one to take on something the world demands and profit off of? Look at your models in skin-tight enticing attire, and your television movies with the daring heroine … Sex sells. It’s what this world breaths and seeks out. More powerful than the green dollar and more accessible than any trade in the world.”
“You objectify and sell children to molesters and rapists. Children that you have stolen.” Vincent glared at him with a raw hatred he could not contain.
“Do you honestly believe I’m the only one?” Tobias chuckled. “All you’ve done is cleared the way for the next one. We’re everywhere.”
“We know,” Vincent glared back at him. He tapped at the black and white photo in the middle of the table, pointing at the image of Omer Demir with Albert Schiller. “Last chance, Tobias. You tell us where these men are, and I take death penalty off of the table.”
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Karabük, TurkeyHeat and sunburns were an everyday occurrence now. The operation that had been authorized by the Vice President a few months ago had sent many men and women out into the field, trekking across the globe in search of the missing children that had been forced into this life of prostitution and abuse. Every location sprang out more and more locations until the last one in Istanbul. That location had given them a clear finger pointed here.
Dan Scardino stood dumbfounded in the middle of the gravel-covered road, staring into what felt like a time capsule. The farmhouse looked the same. Same rickety old door and rotting wood barely holding on. Yet, here they were ready to storm inside the structure he’d been in nearly six years ago searching for answers to Jenna’s murder.
It couldn’t be this easy.
He couldn’t have scoured the globe in search of Albert Schiller only to find himself in the same building that Jenna had been murdered and assaulted in.
“You okay?”
He glanced over his shoulder and saw the familiar eyes of the superhero looking at him with a tenderness he wasn’t used to seeing on the hero. He looked away, quickly trying to regain his bearings as he pointed to the farmhouse in front of them. “I was here nearly six years ago.”
“So are about fifty people,” Superman responded with a grim expression. “Be careful.”
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Metropolis, New TroyJack skimmed over the front page of the Daily Planet, grimacing when he saw the photo of his former mentor with a large red stamp across it reading ‘Wanted.’ Life felt so surreal. With the investigation into Omer’s involvement with the Human Trafficking scandal that had taken down so many. The nonprofit he’d finally found his niche in had been turned upside down when it was discovered Omer had been using the group as a front to smuggle kidnapped children to and from different countries and funneling funds to the different groups kidnapping the children.
It seemed so surreal.
Omer, of course, wasn’t the only casualty in all of this. The Fifth Street Mission had been exposed for its involvement and shut down. That had been a hard pill to swallow for him. The mission had helped him and his brother when they’d been on the street, and now, with it gone those that needed the help would find another door slammed in their face. The news that the sisters were not only assisting with kidnapping runaways for the human-trafficking ring but also working with a black market adoption agency that sold newborn babies to the highest bidder. So far at least thirty babies had been reunited with the distraught parents that had been victims of kidnapping.
Each layer that was pulled back exposed more and more to the human trafficking ring, which seemed to expose the corruption deeply rooted into different pockets of communities across the globe. It wasn’t one place. It wasn't one person. It was one ugly truth that motivated everyone to turn a blind eye. Greed.
A hand reached over to squeeze his shoulder, and he jumped, startled to see Perry White standing over him. He chuckled, looking around the empty diner with a grunt, “I guess they sent the search party after me, huh?”
“Well, you’ve been keeping a bit to yourself lately, and Jimmy’s been worried about you, Jack. I’ve been worried about you.” Perry took a seat across from him, resting his arms on the table as he glanced across it to where the paper was folded up.
Jack followed Perry’s gaze and shrugged, “They’re investigating the HRO for International Treason.” He let out a defeated breath, lifting his head up from where it hung and met Perry’s gaze with an earnest plea, “You know, I really believed what I was doing was helping. I thought I was helping people. I had no idea Omer was using it to kidnap kids.”
“I believe you,” Perry patted his hand. “And I agree. It was a great idea, filled with a lot of great intentions. It just had the wrong person leading it.”
“A greedy person,” Jack grunted.
“So where to now?” Perry asked.
Jack shrugged his shoulders, “Lucy offered to put me up in Seattle while I figure things out, but I really don’t think that’s for me. I can’t do another dead-end job just to skirt by. I want to do something that’s meaningful and makes a difference.” He looked sadly across the table and added. “Like I thought I was doing.”
“So why don’t you?” Perry asked.
“Why don’t I what?” Jack asked.
“Make a difference?” Perry prodded, arching an eyebrow at him. “You found your calling, son, why give up on it now?”
“Because you need money to start a nonprofit like this and I’m broke.” Jack answered with a chuckle.
Perry took out a card from his pocket and handed it to him. “Take some time and get your head on straight and then give this guy a call. He can get you started with how to start something like this.”
Jack looked at the card with a surprised expression, “The Attorney General?”
“He’ll be expecting your call,” Perry said with a nod.
“I wouldn’t know where to start. I don’t even have the funds to start something like the HRO.” Jack explained, arguing half-heartedly.
“And I had no idea how to run a printing press when I first started at the Planet, but with some hard work and determination, I got there. I think you will too.”
Jack smiled back at Perry, “Thanks.”
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Karabük, TurkeyClark stopped in the middle of the farmhouse, caught off guard when he saw the blue-eyed and blonde-haired girl, staring back at him with hope in her eyes. Somehow he thought it would have been different. He couldn’t place exactly how, but standing here staring at the face that he had spent close to a year searching for wasn’t how he had imagined it.
Tears welled up in her eyes as he reached a handout, “It’s okay. I’m a friend of your sister, Lilith. She’s been searching for you.”
Her eyes clamped shut, and the tears trickled down her cheeks slowly at first then more quickly until her face was covered in tears. She dropped to the floor, covering herself with a sheet that was covered in dirt as she rocked back and forth, looking around the room that was filled with agents, searching and assessing each person for injuries.
A shout came from the other side of the farmhouse. Clark turned his head and saw Omer Demir being ushered out of a corner with Dan Scardino holding his weapon on him along with an older man with beady green eyes. He recalled the image from one of the photos Scardino had shown him of Albert Schiller. His features hardened as he watched the two men he held responsible for the attack on Lois be taken into custody.
‘Don’t,’ he warned himself, fighting off the impulse to confront Schiller for what he had done.
He turned back to Esma, crouching down so he was eye-level with her and pointed to the men being taken into custody and whispered to her, “Esma, they can’t hurt you anymore. They won’t get away with this. I promise.”
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Metropolis, New TroyLois tapped at the keys on her keyboard, staring intently at the screen as she wrote up the next scathing article against the Human Traffickers and her coverage of the new Senate Judiciary Committee’s vote to move forward with the trial for Congressmen Michael Harris and Donald Schumer along with several other congressmen and women who were found to be accepting bribes from the HRO in exchange for votes on certain bills. Her interview with Jack Davenport and the newest appointed leader, Congressman Wayne Travis, gave her more than enough material to cover the trial and subsequent nullification of laws that were passed under duress and by coercion.
Congress would be busy issuing a review of the laws that had been passed and investigating which bills held up to scrutiny and which ones were pushed through due to the outside influence provided to this powerful and corrupt group of individuals that had taken it upon themselves to try and bend the laws of the people to fit their agenda. She paused, hitting save on the keyboard and then spinning around to pick up her printed copy from the copy room. She barely made it inside before the door closed behind her with a louder than necessary slam.
She jumped, startled by the noise but quickly forgot her protest when she saw Clark in front of her. Her hands flew to her mouth in surprise, flinging her arms across him as she uttered a hushed, “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back till later tonight?”
“The DEA and FBI have everything they need.” He whispered, wrapping a possessive hand around her and pulling her to him. “I thought it might be a good time to come back home.”
“How exactly are you planning to explain the early flight to everyone?” Lois whispered, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re supposed to still be on assignment for another week, remember?”
“Well, we can sneak out the window,” Clark pointed to the window that was slightly ajar.
“Sneak out?” Lois arched her eyebrow at him.
“Oh, that’s right,” he grinned back at her. “You don’t play hooky.”
She rolled her eyes, recalling his teasing from several years back about playing hooky before the newsroom had been sprayed with pheromone spray. “So, how did everything go?”
“I thought it would be better to just show you,” he beamed back at her, looping his arms around her.
“Show me?” Lois grinned back at him.
“Is that a yes?” he whispered in her ear.
She bit her lower lip, feeling her curiosity get the better of her. “I guess it’s the only way to find out what you’re up to.”
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Jack Davenport waited by the elevator, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. She would be here any minute. As many times as he had done this before, he still felt the nervous jitters run through him when he was about to reunite a family. The agents on the field had called about four hours ago to confirm the apprehension of both Albert Schiller and Omer Demir. He had a feeling there would probably be a turf war with the directors over whose claim to victory it was, but that was neither here nor there.
This had been a unique situation for them all. The drug Schiller had concocted and sold on the black market had turned everyone walking down the street into a helpless victim ripe for the taking by the likes of these ingrates. So much work had been done in the past few months to correct the wrongs that had transpired and do better, but there was still so much more to do. So much more needed to be righted.
The elevators pinged, and he stopped mid-pace, turning to face the elevator. The elevator doors peaked open, and then disappointment covered his face when he saw Lois Lane and Clark Kent with their visitor’s badge.
“What’s wrong, Jack? Not happy to see me?” Lois asked, stepping off the elevator.
“No, I thought you were someone else is all,” Jack combed his hands through his hair and pointed toward the office behind him. “I’m waiting for the car that went to pick up Lilith.”
“How’s Esma?” Lois asked him, concern and anguish covering her face.
He let out a deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders, “She’s alive. She’s safe. She’s a fighter.” The words felt hollow but trying to sugar coat what this girl had been through wasn’t’ something he could stomach. Truth be told, it would be a long journey for Esma but now that she was free from the grasp of her captors, she could begin healing.
The elevator doors opened, and they saw Lilith step into the hallway with a frantic expression on her face as she looked between the three of them, “Is it true? You found Esma?”
Jack extended his hand to take the young woman’s, “Ms. Kirsch? I’m Jack Davenport. I’m the agent assigned to your sister’s case.” He pointed to Lois and Clark. “You already know Ms. Lane and Mr. Kent. I hope you don’t mind, I figured with all the work they put into making sure your sister stayed in the forefront of everyone’s mind for the last few months, I’d let them see the fruits of their labor.” He opened the door to the right, motioning for them to follow him down a long corridor.
“How is she?” Lilith asked tearfully.
“She’s alive.” Jack let out a hoarse whisper and turned to Lilith. “She’s been through hell, but with the right support system and counseling, she’ll get through this. You both will.”
He opened the door in front of them and felt his throat tighten when he saw the two sisters run to one another, embracing for the first time in months. He turned over to where Lois was standing, wiping a tear from her eyes. “You did good,” he gave her shoulder a squeeze and then moved off, trying to give the two sisters their privacy during their long-awaited reunion.
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TBC....
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