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Clark took a gargantuan breath and summoned every ounce of strength from his devastated body. He burst through the internal wall, crouched low, and swept Mayson into his arms. She was heavier than he had expected. He heard the key turn in the lock of the door. "Hold on to me," he muttered.
He tucked her knees into her chest and bent over her in protection. Then he charged the outer wall, leading with his shoulder. Once through, he flexed his knees and leapt upward into the early evening Metropolis sky.
"You can stretch out now," he said to Mayson.
Her legs slowly unfolded from her chest, and she looked up at him with eyes glinting with fear ... or perhaps anger.
Clark reached behind her head and loosened the gag from her mouth. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Where are you taking me?"
Clark stifled his sigh. He knew that tone. Mayson wasn't happy. "Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Back to EPRAD, of course," she spat. "I need to get the story."
Clark ignored her demand. "I can take you to the hospital. You need to get checked by a doctor."
"Take me back to EPRAD," she said.
"It's too dangerous," Clark said. "Trask stops at nothing."
"Dangerous?" she scoffed. "Nothing's too dangerous for you."
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Corrina.
