[ WP ] Extremists kidnapped an American journalist in Iraq . They are about to execute this poor soul , named Clark Kent .

I apologize for any inaccuracies. I know very little of war. 
 
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 They were never supposed to have gotten this close to the war-zone. The feature of their article was the International Committee of the Red Cross. With the recent bombings and war crimes in the Mosul area, the committee had warned of a humanitarian crisis. There were hundreds of thousands of Iraqi refugees fleeing. Lois' piece was supposed to be about the need for international aid. The Daily Planet was trying to drive up Metropolis donations. 
 
 Lois Lane could support a good cause. These refugees were forced from their homes, sometimes with their family members missing, injured or dead. They needed all the help that could get. 
 
 But there was a bigger story here. From just a few quick interviews it was clear to her that the local ISIS forces knew more about the UN's movements than they should have. Someone was leaking information. Someone on the inside. She needed to get out there, talk to the men from each faction. See what they knew. They'd have to enter the battlefield. 
 
 It'd be dangerous. But she'd never run from danger before. 
 
 Clark had tried to talk her out of it. They were here under the sanction of the American Embassy, and had agreed to stay in the refugee camp. Going to Mosul would be breaking the terms of their sanction, and was grounds to get them sent home. And moreso, she could see that he was scared. He was convinced that she was going get herself killed. 
 
 When it became clear that she'd made up her mind, he gave up on trying to talk her out of it. He knew better. So instead, Clark had insisted on joining her. His small town values never would have let her go it alone. 
 
 They'd hitched a ride into Mosul on the back of a passing truck, owned by an Iraqi man who was in search of his missing daughter. Clark sat beside the driver, making an effort to ask him about what his girl looked like and when he'd seen her last. His Arabic had always been better than hers. The wheels of the truck kicked up clouds of dust, filling the air around them. Lois had coughed, and the driver had offered her water, which she gratefully accepted. When the man dropped them off on the outskirts of Mosul, about a mile outside of the UN's camp, they agreed to get his daughter to safety if they found her. 
 
 The plan had been to track down the UN camp's commanding officer and wrangle an interview out of him. Not easy, but simple. They started walking towards the east side of the city. As they passed, strangers looked upon them warily. Children with wide eyes were dragged away by their mothers. Lois pulled her headscarf closer around her face, grateful for the weight of her bulletproof vest against her chest. 
 
 They never made it to the UN camp. 
 
 They were about 500 feet away when the bomb went off. A flash, so close it briefly blinded her, knocked her back a few steps. Lois could feel the vibrations through the soles of her boots, just as the echoing roar crashed against her eardrums. Disoriented, she felt her knees buckle, and would have slumped to the ground had Clark not grabbed her by the arms and held her up. 
 
 Through the muted deafness in her ears, she thought she could make out one word. `` Run.'' Clark pushed her forward, firm, and she took off. Her feet pounded against the dusty earth, making her joints ache. The dirty air grated on her throat and lungs, so with shaking hands she pulled her scarf around her mouth. Her feet tangled beneath her and Lois stumbled, nearly falling, but caught herself with her left hand and jolted back upright. Though her wrist ached from the fall, she continued to run. 
 
 Her eyes stung from the debris, though she could blurrily make out the UN tents as she grew near. She looked around, blinking watery eyes, expecting to see Clark at her side. He was not. 
 
 Men from the camp rushed out to meet her as she skidded shakily to a halt. `` Clark!'' she called out as they grabbed her by the shoulder, steadying her. `` Clark!'' One of the men must have recognized her, because he began dragging her towards the tents. She struggled, yanking against him with little avail. As he pulled her into the tent, she felt her legs give out. Lois crumpled to the ground as a crowd of men rushed around her, the tears leaving dusty trails down her face. `` Oh god, Clark, what have I done?'' 
 
... to be continued
