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[Hanging off the roof's edge]

HELP!

Action filled life of journalism, huh?

Part of the job description.

Good thing I happened along. What happened?

Might've dug a little too deep for some politicians' comfort...

Need any help? Can't stand corrupt politicians.

Not for now. They attacked me because I'm getting close, which is a good thing. I'll let you know if something comes up, though.

You do that. I don't like seeing people get hurt.

Thanks. I... don't think I ever got your name, Mr...?

Smith. Colonel, actually. Unless you're being technically legal about it, which I avoid.

So... just Smith, then?

Hannibal.

... You want me to call you... Hannibal.

Everyone calls me Hannibal.

... Do you eat people?

I'd been going by Hannibal for at least fifteen years when that damned movie came out.

[Tries not to laugh.]

Know anything about history, kid?

First of all, I'm 32. Second, some ancient general, right?

You look younger. That's right.

Is that good or bad?

Neither, really. What's your name?

Lois. Lois Lane. [She extends a hand.]

It's a pleasure, Miss Lane. *Shakes her hand firmly*

You, too. Thanks for the lifesave, Hannibal.

No problem. It's what I do.