Big Wham, Evil, with a capital E, Ending.
by Tank
The dawn over the old Kent farmhouse broke to a cloudless sky and a crisp westerly breeze, but the solitude the old place had resided in for some many years was gone. There was a flurry of activity bustling quietly around the yard. A stone-faced man in coveralls leaned against Lois' rental car and watched. He was soon joined by another hard-looking fellow. Both wore headsets of some kind.
"The boss was right. They are both in there, asleep on an old dusty couch."
The stone-faced man nodded. "You know what to do."
The other fellow gave his superior a curt nod, then spoke softly into his headset. "Move in, eliminate targets."
Stone-face watched as several men, dressed in identical coveralls rushed into the run-down, old house. A sustained chorus of gunfire tore through the pristine morning. It clashed obscenely with the normal quiet of the countryside. In seconds if was over. He watched as his men walked purposely out of the building.
He spoke into his headset. "Move out."
The crew of coveralled men quickly made their way to the large, black van parked several hundred yards from the old farmhouse. It was done.
It would be years before anyone discovered the bullet-riddled bodies of Lois Lane and Clark Kent.
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