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Texas
This was perhaps the easiest task that NASA had asked him to perform. Traveling between Earth and space exerted a fair amount of effort, particularly if Lor-Zod was being asked to lift something normally hauled by the space shuttle orbiter. Even more so if it was the orbiter itself that Lor was expected to lift. Even sprinting at his full speed across the Arizona desert had required a modicum of the young Kryptonian's strength. But this? This was as simple as taking a deep breath.
In many respects, it was rather like blowing out a really large birthday cake candle. The arctic blast of air from the boy's lips howling like the north wind as it pushed back the advance of the flames and coated the smoldering wood in a layer of frost that extinguished the glowing embers. In the thicker parts, the child had escaped to above the clouds in order to avoid drawing the smoke into his lungs, but in surprisingly little time the son of Zod had removed the chemical factory's storage tanks from any immediate danger.
With that done, he supposed the burning houses just a few miles away ought to be the next priority.
Rising high into the air, the young Kryptonian looked over the frosted region that had been ablaze just minutes before. A smile briefly touching his face as he imagined Dabney telling him that he'd done a good job.
He supposed it felt... nice... doing stuff like this, even if father wouldn't have approved.
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NASA Pike Island Research Facility
Metropolis, Massachusetts
Dabney Donovan gave a weary sigh as the satellite feed changed to show the changes on the ground in Texas. Thermal imaging confirmed that the fires around the chemical factory had been put out. The forest service could now move in to assess any remaining danger, leaving the fire departments to concern themselves with the housing areas once Superboy had done the same there.
The feeling of being on edge was definitely wearing on him, almost like being in mission control for a space shuttle mission. In contrast to the high tempo of shuttle operations, where every system and its back-up were monitored constantly, Project SUPERBOY operations were usually far more laid back. They'd track the boy on GPS for as far as they could going into space, but by and large the missions assigned to Superboy were pretty much Point A to Point B.
This was a situation were oversight and communications were critical however, as conditions of the assignment were subject to change. Of course, even though a child their 'astronaut' was able to do some thinking for himself. Without the need for instruction, Donovan could already see that the boy was tracking toward the urban fires.
Superboy knew what he needed to do. That, at least, gave Dabney something he could breathe easy about.
"Initial report filed by the Forest Services says that the fire was out briefly, but had crossed into a tract of land reclaimed from a landfill. They think a pocket of methane gas is what ignited and caused the backdraft," Fionna Ross commented, the woman appearing on one of the screens by VTC from the Department of Metahuman Affairs office in D.C.
"Must have been one hell of a re-flash," Dabney remarked idly, scanning the local news channels that were being streamed in from Texas for any sign that the cameras might be covering Superboy.
"Sir, there's a missing children's report that's just come in for the area where Superboy is," another of the science interns reported, this one coming from the fax with a printout that was marked from the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children.
"In the middle of the fire?" Donovan demanded, grabbing the fax report and scanning over the data. Suzie Christensen, age 7. The Woodlands, Texas. Dabney looked over to the Google Earth track of Superboy's location. The Woodlands, Texas.
"Apparently some kids were playing hide and seek before the evacuation. One of them hasn't been found," the intern repeated from information on the printout.
"Get me the link up with Superboy." Reaching out a hand, Donovan took back the bluetooth piece that he'd removed earlier. Slipping it over his right ear, the man glanced back to the thermal satellite imagery.
If a kid was in the middle of that mess, Dabney could only hope she was still alive. Sending an eight year old to retrieve a crispy corpse sounded like the kind of thing that could have NASA paying for child psychologists for years to come...
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Greater Houston Area
Texas
"I have to rescue a girl?" Lor-Zod complained, dropping through a break in the smoke to drift over the smoldering remains of what had been a cul-de-sac community. The fires had already advanced over this neighborhood, charring a path across what had been a tranquil urban area just miles up the road from the Houston Metropolitan Area. If he had to watch for people - assuming that girls qualified as 'people' - then this next part wasn't going to be as easy as the first. "Can't it be a squirrel or something? I mean, would the world really be that bad off with one less girl?"
"Look, kid, this is happening. So just come to peace with it."
The boy frowned as his eyes darted to the right in a vain effort at glaring at the bluetooth piece that was to small to even be picked up by his peripheral vision.
"Name is Suzie Christensen. She was last reported in the neighborhood you're over now."
Lor-Zod bet Superman didn't have to rescue dumb girls. Skimming over the rooftops, the boy buzzed just ahead of the fire's leading edge as he activated his x-ray vision and scanned the houses. The roar of the fire, the cacophony of sirens, and the ambient noise from the city of Houston made it impossible for the boy to use his super-hearing to try and listen for the girl.
Fourth house on Elm Street. Stowed away in the attic. The boy could make out the shape of a girl curled up and crying as she rocked back and forth. The fire was just a few feet away, the smoke already starting to enter the home.
Lor-Zod took a deep breath as he braced himself. He hoped his invulnerability extended to cooties...