We entered the Spire. The lobby was a mess of shattered glass and frozen security guards—literally frozen. Ice crystals crept up the walls. In the center, Lois was tied to a chair, arguing with the clone.
And somewhere, in a dark lab across the city, a pod began to hum.
The clone stared. His mercury eyes dimmed. And then, like a candle snuffed out, he crumbled into a pile of frozen ash and shattered test tubes. Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3
That’s when the window exploded.
We clinked cups. Then Lois's phone buzzed. We entered the Spire
"So," Lois said, nudging Superman. "A clone. Think there are more?"
"Or maybe," I yawned, "Metropolis needs to update its eye-scan security." In the center, Lois was tied to a
I looked at the empty vault. Then at my cold coffee.