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Lex Luthor stands slowly from his crouching position. He doesn't recognize this place at all. For a split second, a look of confusion comes across his face; it's soon replaced by his regular stoic look. It doesn't take him long to figure out this isn't right. He takes off his gloves as he steps forward.
"Clark?" he calls out, turning on his heel as he does so. "Where are you, Clark?" A few more steps, towards nowhere in particular. "I don't know what you've done, but I promise it won't stop me from what I need to do."
Typist: Lex Luthor, of Smallville. So he's rather young -- about 27 years old. Taken after the season 7 finale.
"Clark?" he calls out, turning on his heel as he does so. "Where are you, Clark?" A few more steps, towards nowhere in particular. "I don't know what you've done, but I promise it won't stop me from what I need to do."
Typist: Lex Luthor, of Smallville. So he's rather young -- about 27 years old. Taken after the season 7 finale.