Superman: The Last Son of Krypton Page #2

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Use of deadly force is advised.

He's heading our way!

I know. This time I will handle it.

Great Rao.

Where is he?

What did you say?

Jor-EI? Where is he?

Level five, north wing.

Down here!

- There he is.

- Stop! Stop or I'll shoot!

He's getting away!

Then you've read it?

Yes. And as much as I don't want

to believe it...

...your husband's findings

are hard to discount.

Still, there's the Brainiac question.

Jor-EI! Father's read your report.

He thinks he can help.

- Yes, I think it's worth it...

- It's too late.

- Good Lord.

- What happened?

Brainiac tried to kill me.

The police will be here soon.

Remember when I told you what we'd do

if worst came to worse?

- No!

- I'm sorry.

I never thought it would come to this.

Come to what?

What are you talking about?

What's this nonsense about Brainiac?

Sul-Van, if you love your grandson

and care one whit about his future...

...you'll kindly shut up!

Sleep, Kal-EI, my beautiful child...

...my heartbeat, my life.

Send Kal-El to another world?

- You can't be serious!

- The ship will get him there.

I know. I built it.

It was part of the plan.

Save everyone in the Phantom Zone,

travel to Earth, then bring them back.

Now it's only good for a lifeboat.

And the passenger will be my son...

...the last son of Krypton.

Lara!

I'm ready. He's sedated.

The police are here.

They'll break into the lab to get me.

If I lead them away

while you set up the launch...

I can't do it all myself.

I'll be back. I promise.

Lara, please, this is madness!

Father, I love you dearly,

but this is my baby's life.

But he can't outrun the police.

Do you have a better idea?

See him?

Not yet. They have the lights off.

Wait! There's movement

in the hover port.

Look out!

I hope his crash bags are working.

Good evening. Is there a problem?

I've got the hyperspace coordinates

locked in.

Once he gets to Earth he'll be safe.

Lara, I could send you with him.

There's a risk, but if I have time

to recalibrate the course...

No, my love. I'm staying with you.

The patrol's reporting in.

Jor-EI's escaped the perimeter.

- They're requesting further instructions.

- It doesn't matter anymore.

Farewell, Krypton.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Where'd he go?

Where's Brainiac?

Not another one.

No. The last one.

Goodbye, Kal-EI.

Holy Christmas! What was that?

Over here, Martha. Martha?

Martha? Martha?

You'll wake him.

Martha, what are you doing?

Put that thing back.

We don't know where it came from.

He's not a thing, Jonathan.

He's a baby. A little baby.

Who would put a baby in a spaceship?

That's just my point. Could be Russian.

- A sputnik baby.

- Oh, really!

Maybe he's one of ours.

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