Far North of the Arctic Circle:
"You just left him there alone?" Diana asked the security officer irritably.
"Yeah, why wouldn't we?" he replied.
"He's the one who killed Barry! He went and had breakfast with Hal and I before going to see you! If he was really that concerned, he would've gone straight to you!" Diana yelled.
"Oh god," the officer gasped, "Let's go!"
Diana and the security officers took off sprinting across the snow towards the command building. They arrived and Diana pulled at the door.
"Damn it!" she yelled. "He locked himself in there!"
"Move aside." The head security officer input a code on the keypad next to the door. Diana heard a hydraulic hiss and the door groaned and opened like a hungry steel mouth. The security officers drew their guns and moved quietly inside.
"Stay here," the head officer told Diana. She nodded and he dashed into the building.
Diana stood motionless, leaning against the outside wall. She could hear nothing for longer than she could bear. Finally, there was noise from inside.
A sickening crack.
A blood-curdling scream.
A metallic thud.
The shattering of bones and tearing of flesh danced with cries of agony in a horrifying symphony of violence. The orchestra of death played its macabre melodies in torturous time. Diana trembled and cried as the blunt bass bashed and the painful percussion played. Eventually the sinister song climaxed in a brutal twisting of metal, screams and splattering.
It was silent.
Diana curled in a terrified ball on the ground next to the building, and sobbed into her arms.
Diana looked up from her tears. She didn't know what she saw. But she knew that Clark was not the killer.
"You look like you've suffered enough. I shall make it quick."