<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dccomics.com/sites/default/files/GalleryChar_1900x900_SUPUN4_3_52ab8fd51b5a34.80060929.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Superman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Metropolis<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>October 19, 2017, 1700<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The League, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Superman listened to Major Force up until<strong>full access to any related research and developments.</strong>He knew a certain bat who wouldn’t agree with those standards, but he refrained from agreeing or disagreeing. The large<strong><em>KABOOM</em></strong>that shook the vicinity from Metallo’s harsh crash caught Superman’s attention. He glanced over in the direction of the cloud of asphalt, dust, and debris and watched it all immediately settle with Captain Atom’s descent. Superman saw the strange green orb the man was holding and finally responded to Major Force: “It seems Shazam and Starfire have managed to incapacitate the machine.”<br/><br/>Kal-El lifted off the ground a few inches and drifted over to the crater Metallo was struggling in. Superman stared down at the machine and then over at the green orb Captain Atom held aloft. No one was affected by the machine. He had been the only one. He still kept his distance. The distant ambulatory sirens snapped Superman out of his contemplation. He rose higher into the air and his brows lifted in surprise at all the damage. Was that there before? He hadn’t created such a mess. Superman gazed over his shoulder at Adam and scowled. As much as he wanted him to fix his mess, he didn’t trust him to even do that. Superman touched a finger to his earpiece and spoke to the team, “Great job everyone. The machine is down. Let’s get these streets cleaned up so the emergency services can get through. There are numerous casualties and some of them are terrorists. Let’s set the civilians in one group and the terrorists in another so that the police can properly document them before they are taken elsewhere. Once we get everything under wraps here, we can escort Captain Atom, Major Force, and the machine to the Watchtower.”<br/><br/>The Man of Steel flew over to a jeep that was turned on its side in the middle of the street. He grasped it and picked it up. He flew the vehicle over to the side of the road and set it down before gazing upon two wounded and groaning terrorists. He drifted over to them, running his X-ray eyes over their bodies to check their vitals. When his eyes shifted back to normal, he frowned at the logo on their tactical vests. He dropped to the street, knelt next to one of the men, and turned him onto his back so he could get a better look at the logo.<br/><br/>Superman frowned. His finger once again rose to his earpiece and he asked, “J’onn? Do you see this? Can you take a picture of this?”<br/><br/>Wayne Enterprises…Kal-El couldn’t see these men hired by Bruce. It didn’t make sense. He knew Bruce…well…he liked to believe that he knew him well enough. Bruce wouldn’t fund terrorists, but someone was trying to frame him.