"This will happen." The white suit stood out like a beacon in the night, the cloth clean even with the dirt of the docks around him. "If these warehouses are not secured by daybreak, I'll have your entire cell executed and replaced." The words are delivered conversationally, even casually. The men and women around him scatter, scouting the area. Each of them has goggles, body armour and military ordnance. 

Khan, the leader of the Kryptonites, idly toys with a ring on his finger and gazes across the river to the lights of the mainland. Three of his men stand nearby. The faint sound of boats travelling along the river can be heard. The ever present sounds of the city have faded this far out.