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An air vent.  Yeah; nice one, Lois.  Normal people see an air vent on the side of a building and think "hmm; I should leave that alone." You see an air vent, and you think "Hey! A way to sneak inside a building that's been taken over by armed terrorists!"

Lois Lane sarcastically cursed herself as she crawled through a large ventilation shaft inside Excelsior.  Somehow, she'd been able to sneak past the police and onto the school grounds, quickly finding an opened vent cover near the ground that was just big enough for her to comfortably squeeze through.  At this point, however, she'd had to climb through an entire ventilation system—avoiding fans and other hazards along the way—and was shuffling along on her bruised knees through the shaft that ran along the ceiling of the building's second floor.
Most would call her choice to enter the building "foolish," "stupid," and/or "insane."  Personally, Lois preferred "daring."  If she'd played it safe and stayed outside, she'd have had to settle for getting her information from official police reports and outsider eyewitness accounts: the same as every other one of the dozen or so reporters that stood outside Excelsior.  For Lois, that simply wasn't good enough.  If she had to get a little crazy in order to get the real scoop, then so be it.

Eventually, she crawled near a vent in the shaft's floor, where she could see one of the gunmen patrolling the hallway beneath her.  Suddenly, the air conditioning turned on, and the school's very old and very loud fans started blowing air through the shafts.  The man below, noticing the unusually loud sound, casually lifted his head up to look at the vent.  With a slight gasp, Lois threw her head back away from the vent, so as not to be spotted through the slots.  Unfortunately, she threw her head backwards into the top of the shaft, making an echoing, booming crash.
Ohhhh... that's not good.
A few seconds later, Lois saw the vent cover fall away into the room.  The man's arm reached inside, grabbed her by the ankle, and forcefully pulled her out of the shaft, sending her crashing down onto the floor.
At this point, Lois resigned herself to the fact that she was probably nothing more than a walking bruise.  Before she could finish her thought, however, she was grabbed by the wrist and dragged along the hall.  Thinking as quickly as her aching head would allow her, she tried to twist the man's arm, thus putting him on the ground where she could knee him in the face.  Unfortunately, she quickly realized that actual muscle was required in order to do something like that, and she had very little of it.


Clark, Diana, and Bart stood in an alleyway where they could clearly see Excelsior.
Clark turned to Bart. "Are you ready?"
Bart nervously shrugged.  "Yeah, um... sure."
Clark gave him a reassuring smile.  "You'll do fine. Just remember the plan."
Bart nodded.
Clark took a deep breath. "Let's go."

Diana saw the two boys abruptly replaced by swirls of heavy wind.
Bart ran towards a building on Excelsior's Western side, faster than anyone on the street would notice.  Moving as fast as he was, he easily ran upwards along the side of the buildings, finally reaching the roof.  The building he was standing on was three stories tall, which equaled about two of Excelsior's extremely tall stories.  At this precise height, he could see straight into one of the school's windows.  He looked down at his watch, counting down the seconds until it was time.
Four... three... two... one.
He ran towards the roof's edge, jumping at the last possible second.  He zoomed across the distance between the buildings in only a few seconds, crashing through one of Excelsior's second-story windows.
He tumbled as he landed, feeling slightly stupid for telling Clark that super speed-jumping across a street and crashing through a window would be a great idea.

He took a few seconds to recover from his landing, only to look upwards into the eyes of two rather-surprised-yet-still-mean-looking thugs.  They leveled their weapons at him and fired.  He was up and off the floor in a flash, however, and zipped around their backs to give them each a super-speed punch to the back of the head.
As they slowly slumped to the ground, Bart felt strangely proud of his accomplishment.  As he stood for a moment in awe of his own skill, he heard gunfire coming from farther down the hallway.  His heart sank as he realized his mistake.
I... I wasn't fast enough...


Bruce could only watch as Davik fired on his beloved Lois.  Lois could only clamp her eyes shut as her death moved ever-closer.  Before the bullets could strike her, however, she heard a strange sound.
*PANGPANGPANGPANG*
She slowly opened her eyes, and looked up to see Clark standing over her, his fists clenched and his stance firm.  Davik almost jumped back in surprise, giving Clark a wide-eyed stare of bewilderment.  Clark took two steps forward before backhanding Davik square in the chest, sending him flying across the room and into a wall.  He limply sank to the floor.
Bruce was—for once—relieved to see Clark.  As he looked over at Lois, he saw her eyes filled with tears.  Clark turned to her for a brief second, as if to say "are you alright?"  Lois's eyes responded with a "thank you."
Bart suddenly appeared in the doorway, snapping everyone in the room out of their overdramatic trance.  Clark's head snapped upward to meet Bart's gaze, then, remembering their task, they both sped out of the room.
Lois's scrunched her face confusedly.  Was that Bart Allen?
Bruce nearly rolled his eyes in frustration. How many of these people ARE there?!

Clark and Bart split up, running through each and every room of the entire building, knocking out each and every one of the gunmen.  Within a few seconds, they met back in the main second-story hallway, pausing to hear the combined sound of all thirty-four men slump to the ground in one collective thump.

Walking back to the room where they'd left Lois and Bruce, Clark and Bart found the couple sitting on the floor, with Lois's arms wrapped lovingly around Bruce.  Clark moved behind Bruce, bending down and snapping the plastic tie on his wrists by pinching it between his fingers.

*BAM*
The front door of the school could be heard busting open.  The police were now spreading through the school, and would be upstairs in a few moments' time.  "Well, I guess it's time to get outta here," Bart said.  Before Clark and Bart could speed away, however, something caught Lois's attention. "Wait!  Where'd he go?!"
The four of them looked over at where Davik had been shoved into a wall by Clark, but he was nowhere to be found.


What the **** was that?
Davik audibly cursed himself as he ran through the sewers below the school.  He clutched his chest slightly, feeling very sore.  Tearing away his shirt, he looked down at the skin-tight chrome-weave armor that he'd been wearing underneath it.  It was made of strips of metallic fabric, tightly wrapped around his body.  Normally he used it simply to stop bullets, but apparently it did a decent job of padding against super-strong teenager slaps as well.
No matter where he was or what job he was doing, Davik always had an escape plan.  He'd been able to slip away from Clark and the rest by faking unconsciousness and sneaking out the classroom's corner door while no one was looking.  From there, he's made his way down to the basement, which had an old pipe that lead to the sewers.

He made his exit through a manhole in a quiet alleyway.  Taking a quick look back in the general direction of the school, he gave a quick "whatever" shrug, then turned back around to walk away.  He stopped abruptly when he saw a girl standing in his way.  She was tall, beautiful, black-haired, and wore thick silver bracelets on her wrists.  Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, as though she were ready for a fight.
Davik casually gave out a single chuckle, then pulled out two large silver pistols from holsters on his sides.  "Look, babe, you really don't wanna get in my way right now."  He got an arrogant smirk on his face. "Though maybe later, if you like."
"You must be Floyd Lawton," Diana said calmly, her expression serious.
"Aww, c'mon! They figured that one out already? Ugh. I liked being called Davik.  Kinda sounded more respectable, don'tcha think?"
Diana didn't respond, but kept staring him down.
Floyd rolled his eyes.  "Fine. Be that way."
*BLAM*
Floyd's arm was casually extended outward towards Diana, the gun in his hand smoking from the shot it had just fired.  Diana's arm was in front of her face, and a black mark from a bullet was smeared across her bracelet.
Floyd was surprised, and slightly frustrated.  He quickly realized something, however, and smirked at her.  "You're not bulletproof like the other guy, are you?"
Diana shifted her stance slightly.  "I don't have to be."
Floyd laughed at her.  "You really don't get it, do you?  Floyd Lawton's the name my mother gave me..."
Floyd reached behind his neck, pulling the full-mask hood of his metal armor tight over his face.  With it on, his face resembled that of a metallic mummy, with a glowing red targeting eyepiece set into the mask's right eye socket.  "...my real name is the one they gave me in Gotham. The one that people really know me by.  My name is Deadshot."

In a split-second, his twin pistols were ablaze with fire.  Diana did her best to deflect all the bullets, but it was quickly becoming difficult.  There were only so many ways in which she could move her arms, and he was quickly finding all the angles that were the most difficult.
*BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM*
Diana could feel herself slipping up a little.  One of the bullets grazed the inside of her lower leg, and she fell to the ground with a slight scream of pain.  A few idle drops of blood fell to the ground.

Deadshot paused for a moment, eyeing his wounded prey.
"Heh. Not good enough, princess."
He aimed his gun right at her forehead.
*BLAM*
She was ready for him.
She deflected the bullet with her left bracelet, sending it ricocheting straight back into Deadshot's forehead.  His metal-weave mask protected him, but the sheer force of the high-caliber bullet was enough to nearly knock him out.  He fell backwards to the ground, barely managing to catch himself and stay sitting up.

Police sirens began to creep closer to the alley. Diana lifted herself off the ground and floated upwards, gently flying over a rooftop and out of sight.  Deadshot, still stunned, turned toward the street, only to see the back end of Maggie Sawyer's pistol slam into his face.