Clark dying in her arms would be really quite awkward, wouldn’t it?
Would certainly put a damper on her holiday plans.
Oooh! And Lois, you don’t say that out loud ahead of the game.
<Henderson checks to ensure they have an extra pair of handcuffs or three>
/imagines Lois performing a vivisection on Jason using her fingernails/
Lois: Didn't I tell you? They got the idea for Wolverine from *me*.
Oh boy. That’s why you wear it on a strap around your neck.
<nods>
So, what happened? Where are they?
Having a birthday party in the back?
Did he booby trap the bunker?
Just smugness.
Oh boy. Which is why you shoot first, then tell them they’re under arrest. And finally, you dead-check them. Things really went downhill since the days of President Doe.
Tempus:
Wouldn’t it be fun if Trask had a dead-man hit-man stowed away?
This would be a much longer fic if he did!
