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[color=0054a6][center][h2]Mob Wars, part 2[/h2][/center][/color]

[b][i][u]The Daily Planet temporary building, the next morning[/u][/i][/b]

Clark, Lois and Jimmy were all crammed into Perry White's temporary office. The Daily planet was getting a new building after it was bought by the billionaire Morgan Edge. The old structure was torn down two weeks ago and Perry was not enjoying his new working situation. Even as the head editor of the Planet, Perry's office was obnoxiously small. The fact that his huge wooden desk took up over half of the small room didn't help matters. Neither did the bland white walls or the absence of windows. With the door closed, as it was now, the temperature was nearly unbearable. Poor claustrophobic Jimmy was sweating more than normal and was having trouble controlling his breathing. Besides Perry's chair behind his desk, there were only two other chairs in the office. They were occupied by Lois and Jimmy, and even though Lois was scooted back her knees were still touching the front of Perry's desk. Clark himself was stuck in between her chair and the wall, he had a strong urge to create his own space. 

Perry looked over the pictures that Lois had taken the night before, he seemed interested if not convinced. Lois had stayed up all night writing her report on Superman. The only sounds in the room were the hum of Perry's plug in fan and Jimmy's heavy breathing. Eventually Perry cleared his throat and looked up at the three journalists that had gathered in his office. Lois shifted in her seat and crossed her left leg over her right.

[color=fff79a]"You three realize that this is a newspaper right?"[/color] Perry's tone was firm. He kept his gaze fixed mostly on Jimmy who was obviously freaking out. Clark didn't need to listen to his heart rate to figure that out.

[color=662d91]"Sir?"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"This story sounds like a bad 80's action movie, not serious journalism. I'm having trouble believing it."[/color] Lois moved in her chair again. She must have realized that to people who weren't there it sounded impossible. Clark had to pretend he didn't believe it at first, he even told her they shouldn't have been there if there were guards in the first place. She didn't like that.

[color=ed1c24]"Sir, Lois has pictures for evidence. Plus the police that showed up on scene would be able to confirm it."[/color] 

[color=f7941d]"I.. I was looking online last night chief,"[/color] Jimmy was having trouble talking with the heat and the tight spaces. [color=f7941d]"and apparently people have been seeing this guy around the city for almost a.. a month now."[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Alright kid, go get some air before you have a heart attack."[/color] Jimmy nodded in thanks and stood up. He awkwardly shimmied his way out of the crowded room closing the door behind him. Clark nudged his way from behind Lois' chair to take Jimmy's spot. The whole exchange of seats took a few minutes, Clark kept thinking that he could combine two rooms with one punch to the wall. 

[color=662d91]"I know it doesn't sound real Perry, but it happened. I wouldn't bring a story like this to you if I wasn't there."[/color] Lois didn't speak up until Clark was sitting as comfortably as possible. His knees were touching the desk and the back of his chair was pressed against the wall. 

[color=fff79a]"Aren't you supposed to be focused on Bruno Mannheim?"[/color] It wasn't really a question.

[color=ed1c24]"Superman is targeting Mannheim. Last night he was spotted in three different locations connected to the mob."[/color] Clark felt like he was bragging, but if they didn't know that it was harmless.

[color=662d91]"Right, and Clark said that Superman even got Brice Noland to agree to testify against Mannheim."[/color] Clark allowed himself a little smirk. 

[color=fff79a]"Who's Brice Noland?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"He owns that crappy Italian restaurant in New Troy. Mr. Noland pays monthly protection fees to the mob."[/color] Perry let out a sigh and wiped some sweat off of his forehead. He looked back down at the pictures, they did seem real.

[color=fff79a]"Fine, print this story but I want Mannheim's connection to the warehouse to be its focus. Not this Superman of yours."[/color] Lois' face lit up in a smile. She was about say something but Perry cut her off with a raise of the hand. [color=fff79a]"Now get out of here, this office is isn't meant for three people."[/color] Clark and Lois nodded and nudged their way out of the cramped room.


[b][i][u]Three days later at one of Mannheim's heavily guarded estates[/u][/i][/b]

Superman stood on top of a house about a block away from the Mannheim estate. After Lois printed her story, Mannheim had doubled his security in all his holdings throughout Metropolis. This was one of three houses that the mob boss owned in the city. It was also the most heavily guarded, so, Clark figured Bruno would be here. It was in the outskirts of the city with some of the other mansions of wealthy citizens. The estate was huge, it looked to be three stories tall and had a large black gate that surrounded it. In the back was a very large swimming pool complete with a raised diving board.

The front yard was filled with vans, trucks, and armed men. Clark cracked his knuckles and jumped forward planning to fly covertly into one of the windows. Instead he lost his balance and dived headfirst into one of the Mannheim trucks causing an explosion. [i][color=ed1c24]That's the second time that's happened to me this week.[/color][/i] He thought remembering his 'heroic' charge at the warehouse. 

This time the mobsters were prepared, as soon as the smoke cleared they started firing. Superman's blue t-shirt and jeans were being ripped to shreds but he was only slightly being slowed down. He picked up a van and hurtled it the mansion, the resulting explosion creating a large hole in the second story wall. Before he could utilize it however, Superman was shot it the back by what must have been a grenade launcher. He fell forward to his knee and spun around to see his attacker. The mobster fired another shot but this time Clark saw it coming. He jumped out of the way and grabbed the man by the shirt before hurling him into the nearest vehicle. The force of the collision created a huge dent in the van's side and sent it tumbling over. 

Within minutes the police had arrived, apparently someone on one of the sides had panicked because the thugs started shooting at the cops. This was becoming a full-fledged battle. The police and the mob were separated only by the black fence that surrounded the estate. [i][color=ed1c24]I need too separate them.[/color][/i] Clark began blocking the spaces in the fence with the various vehicles on the mob side of the engagement creating a kind of barricade. As he did so he started to take fire form both sides, the police didn't appreciate that he was trying to help them. Superman dodged another grenade launcher round fired by a different assailant. The weapon was becoming more popular among his enemies.

Once the fence barricade circled the entire lot, Superman entered the building through the hole he had created earlier. As soon as he landed he was hit by an RPG round that sent him flying backwards and back to the ground outside. He created a small crater in the yard where he had landed and a few of the mobsters ran to see if he was dead.

[color=ed1c24]"That one hurt guys, good job."[/color] Clark laughed before jumping out of the impression he had created in the ground and knocked unconscious the few brave souls that went to check on him. Most of the mobsters were retreating back into the house and the cops had broken through his make-shift fortifications. They started to arrest those who Clark had already knocked unconscious. 

"You're under arrest!" One of the officers was standing behind Clark with his gun raised. The man was shaking and it sounded like he was about to go into cardiac arrest. 

[color=ed1c24]"Sorry officer, but I'm the good guy."[/color] Superman was smiling in an attempt to calm the cop. All that accomplished however was to get the cop to shoot him dead in between the eyes. The bullet flattened itself on Clark's skull and fell harmlessly to the ground. 

[color=ed1c24]"Ow."[/color] was the only thing Clark said before he turned and busted through the mansion's door. After battling his way through around ten mobsters he reached the second floor. He side stepped another RPG round and hit the racketeer with both fists sending him through the wall. The other few men in the hallway threw their guns to the ground, apparently they had had enough. 

Clark could hear the cops rushing into the mansion but there were no gunshots. Maybe all the criminals had given up. Superman was okay with that. He used his x-ray vision to look through the walls into every room on the second floor. Then he looked through the ceiling and into the rooms on the third. Once he found what he was looking for he crashed through the ceiling and stopped in the center of his target room. The other man inside swung his body around and emptied his 12-gauge shotgun into Clark's chest. It was painful and almost sent him falling through the hole he had just created but Clark held his ground. Once the other man was done firing and started throwing profanity at him, Clark grabbed the shotgun out of his hands and snapped it in half.

[color=ed1c24]"Hello Mr. Mannheim, my name is Superman."[/color]

[i][b]to be continued...[/b][/i]