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A/n: Hey, I'm sorry I took so long again to post another chapter. I'm too busy trying to write up new chapters and edit them for posting. I guess that it took longer than I thought, with or without a laptop. It's still coming slowly though. But anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy.

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Chapter 3: Buck's story in Israel.

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Lois Lane landed in New York, JFK Airport. However, she was to make a connection with another flight, and it would be an hour and a half before it took off. So Lois decided to get something to eat and then called home on her cell phone. She didn't get an answer from home, and then decided to call Clark on his cell phone and she got an answer.

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"Hey Smallville, its Lois," greeted Lois.

"Hi Lois,"

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"I couldn't reach you at home," said Lois, "are you trying to save people again?"

"No, Chris and I are with Ma and Pa. I decided that Chris and I should spend time with them for a while."

"Well, its not like you need my permission to see your folks, Clark. Anyway, I'm in New York, waiting for my connection flight."

"How long till you make your connection?"

"Just a little over an hour and then I'm off to merry old London."

"That's great, Lois,"

Clark said gladly,

"see you when you get back."

"And have fun with your folks, Smallville. Bye."

"Goodbye Lois. I love you."

"Love you too," finished Lois.

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Lois then heard some commotion, and she turned and walked towards the window to see what the fuss was all about. They saw a small figure flying around the airport. It was a young lady dressed similarly to Superman.

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'Well, well, well,' thought Lois, with a surprised smile, 'who would've thought that I would get to see Supergirl fly over here?'

As Lois turned from the window

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Lois accidentally bumped into a man, causing him to drop his coat and notes. She stood a moment, as if she had no idea of what she had done, and then stooped down to help the man.

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"Gosh, I'm sorry, sir," said Lois, apologetically, "I didn't know you were coming that way."

"Oh, its okay, I'm not bruised any," replied the man then looked up at the woman who bumped into him

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Lois, in turn, widened her eyes at the man, like if she recognized him from somewhere...

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"Hey, you look familiar," said the man, "have I seen you before?"

"Its weird," replied Lois, in mysterious sarcasm, "'cause I've got the same feeling about you."

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The pair continued to stare strangely at each other, making different, awkward expressions with their eyes and mouths. Until Lois looked down at the man's coat, and saw a card attached to it. She reached out with her hand to look at the card, and it read

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GLOBAL WEEKLY

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Lois looked up in surprise, and then turned to the newsstands, to the Global Weekly issues, that show the battle in Israel, and Williams' picture, identifying him as the one who experienced the battle and lived to tell about it.

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"My goodness, you're Buck Williams, aren't you?" asked Lois in delight.

"Yep, that's me," replied Buck with a happy smile, "but as far as I know, only my associates at the magazine know of my nickname, though some I know don't like it."

"Well, I have my sources, Mr. Williams," said Lois, "and a good journalist never reveals his or her sources."

"Yes," Buck agreed, "and I certainly have my sources about you Lois Lane."

"Oh, figured me out, have you?" she inquired.

"I saw your press ID too," Buck answered, as he pointed to Lois' press ID on her blouse, "besides, I've read all of your work. I'm a great admirer."

"That's not a surprise," said Lois, "I have many admirers, especially when they read about my exploits of Superman. Personally I've never gave much thought to reading other magazines, but your exploit of the near destruction of Israel has at least made you a great celebrity in my eyes."

"That experience in Israel isn't something that I can forget that easily, especially right now."

"So, what are you doing at the airport?"

"I'm going to London."

"Gosh, that's strange," returned Lois, "I'm heading there too. My flight will be leaving in just about an hour."

"So's my flight."

"My goodness," said Lois, "it makes you want to think that we're both on the same flight, seeing we're in the same terminal."

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Lois and Buck reached in their pockets for their tickets and looked at them.

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"Mine is Pan-Continental Flight 3597," said Lois.

"That's my flight number too," replied Buck

"Yeah, except we have different seating arrangements," said Lois, with a laugh.

"Well, seeing as we're on the same flight, why don't we share stories together?" Buck suggested.

"I'd be delighted," answered Lois, "so why don't we start with your experience in Israel, eh?"

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Elsewhere in New York City, Nightwing, former prodigy of the Batman, swooped back to his apartment building, entering through the window. Once inside, he hung up his escrima fighting sticks, and took off his mask before he heard a voice

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"Well, I've been wondering when you'd be getting back, Dick," said the voice, which scared Nightwing a bit.

As he reached the lights there appeared a perky blond girl, floating in the air, wearing a red cape and a blue costume that has Superman's 'S' shield upon it. She had a smile on her face, enjoying the anguish that she just put him through.

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"Ha-ha, very funny Kara," said Nightwing with a frown.

"Boy, do you need to lighten up, Dick," replied Kara sarcastically, "I just thought that you-well, being so secluded so much, even in your spare time, just like Batman needed to have some company."

"And I suppose that you're not doing this, just so you could grab my interest?" asked Dick as he sat on his bed.

Kara laughed as she said, "well, you never can tell now, can you?"

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Then, she floated down to sit beside Dick, crossing her legs.

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"Besides, I think you and I should talk about what goes on in everyday life, from stock markets, sports, global news to the latest in celebrity personalities," she ended as she pulled out a People magazine issue. It showed the face of a fine-fashioned young man, with a pleasant smile, with "Rising Star from Romania", written as the title headline.

Kara turned to the page where the man on the cover was featured and read: "'Nicolae Carpathia, 33-year-old president of Romania, born in a small town in Romania called Cluj. He can speak fluent English, and several other languages; is well educated and self-taught. Some who have not heard of Nicolae have said of him as very bright, very honest, and very open."

'In his early teenage years, he was the youngest president of the Young Humanists society, and spoke at many international meetings, even here in the U.S. In his early 20's, he became an accomplished young businessman, who alone has made about $500 million each year, making it on the cover of every European business magazine. It was rumored that Carpathia's earnings could rival that of Donald Trump, Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Lex Luthor, or Bruce Wayne-'

"Whoa, give me that!" Dick interrupted as he snatched away the magazine from Kara as he looked at what she read and continued, " 'Carpathia owned many import/export companies that deal in the latest in computer and digital technology, including satellites. And has said to have seemingly endless energy, taking up military training as well as running for the lower house of Parliament (the House of Deputies) as a pacifist. Carpathia appears to be very persuasive with his speaking as he had attended a funeral for the one he had run against for a position in the lower house of Parliament and many editorials around Europe laud Carpathia as the model for politics of the future. Eventually, he assumed role of leadership with Romania after its previous president resigned from office and nominated Carpathia for the job, though he was hesitant at first.'

"So, what's so impressive with this guy?" responded Dick, indifferently, "it seems to me that he's just some crafty politician who seems to easily win support by just talking peace and stuff. And it's not like that this Carpathia guy can actually outdo Bruce at anything."

"Maybe," said Kara, "but who says that Carpathia can't be better than Superman? The article mentions that Nicolae's tending towards global disarmament and that he would appear at the United Nations sometime soon. Heck, he's even negotiated with one of the Israeli diplomats, who invented a formula that makes deserts to bloom like greenhouses. And the Israeli diplomat seemed to like this guy, said that Nicolae wanted his 'goodwill', and the diplomat happily gave it to him. Who knows maybe this guy could somehow talk some sense into the people to cooperate."

"But didn't Israel get attacked, even though the assault failed mysteriously?"

"Well maybe Carpathia somehow prevented it, so he could make his worldly debut at the U.N. properly," Kara joked.

"It doesn't look that way to me," answered Dick, unimpressed with Kara's sense of humor, "new scuffles are erupting between many nations, with a new kind of cold war settling between us and Russia, because of their involvement in the attack on Israel. Arab-Israeli conflicts are getting worse, even North Korea's on the verge of becoming a global threat with its nuclear capabilities."

"Yeah, yeah, and our enemies plan each day to enslave the universe at some point," retorted Kara, rolling her eyes, "what ever happened to thinking positive for a change? You act like a doomsday sayer who thinks that the world's going to end."

"Well, you can't just say that a simple gesture of peace can soothe people from killing each other," Dick stated.

"A simple gesture of peace won't soothe people," parroted Kara, waving a hand in exasperation, "believe what you want, I think Nicky's kind of cute."

"Oh, come on," said Dick with a sly smile, "Bruce is much more fashionable than 'Nicky'."

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Cameron Williams became the youngest senior writer of the esteemed magazine, Global Weekly. At age 30, Williams alone was envied by the older, veteran staff. He was nicknamed "Buck" Williams by both admirers and detractors, due to his bucking of tradition and authority. Lois Lane herself received stardom at such a young age, and earned the approval of her news editor, Perry White, even as he was strict as any other Newspaper editors. But the difference between Buck and Lois is that Buck graduated from college, while Lois was a dropout.

Yet both were celebrated journalists despite their academic social standing. Lois was at the peak of her career, as she was the one person who earned the status of Superman's private media publicist, yet the world knows not that Superman was her husband. Buck witnessed a live invasion and lived through it, which made him very popular. Now, these revered journalists, by some twist of fate, had met in New York, and were both going to be on the same flight to London. Buck agreed to share his story to Lois first, seeing as he has no reservations for telling it for it made him a different kind of man.

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"Well, first off," Buck began, "it started, when the news broke out of how Dr. Chaim Rosenzweig, a brilliant Israeli chemist, with botany for a hobby, developed a chemical fertilizer that can make any desert into a virtual farming ground, if you've heard about that."

"Man, who hasn't?" Lois replied sarcastically, "its like the second most popular thing, besides Superman and the Justice League."

"But what I saw, was beyond anything that a superhero could do," said Buck, then he joked, "even though it could've been Superman who caused those planes to crash."

Lois laughed along with Buck as she added, "yeah, but seeing as Superman tells the truth, and says that he had nothing to do with it, then the only alternative is that its something supernatural, other than Superman."

"I can certainly believe it to be supernatural," concluded Buck, then went back to his story, "anyway the other writers at the Weekly were upset because I basically picked myself and that Rosenzweig trusts me. But someone thought it as a technical piece and suggested a science writer, since I'm not a big science guy."

"I hardly understand the science myself, but I can understand if this Rosenzweig guy would trust you to write his 'memoirs'," said Lois, bending her fingers in quotation marks, "it almost reminds me of my journalistic relationship with Superman."

"I've done more than one piece on Dr. Rosenzweig," mentioned Buck, "but the story I was doing on him, wasn't like any other story I've ever done before."

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Lois listened as Buck told his story...

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As I arrived in Israel, I met up with the army, who took me to a military compound on the outskirts of Haifa, just a mile from the kibbutz where Rosenzweig was expecting me. Chaim was not only revered in his own country, but throughout the world.

Chaim was also a diplomat appointed to the United Nations, and he had the attention of World leaders, as well as the heads of Third-World countries, thus making him a target for assassinations or even a kidnapping, because of the secrets of his formula, which he called the 'Eden Formula'. So, he was protected like any other head of state...

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One day...

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Chaim and I took a walk across one of the fields in the desert, which his formula had made like a farm of flowers and grain...

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"My goodness, Dr. Rosenzweig, it looks like Iowa," Buck said in praise of the great feat in front of him.

"Well, Mr. Williams," Chaim explained, "a desert would normally be harsh conditions for a normal crop to , in such very hot conditions wouldn't sustain the growth of food, such as rice, corn, potatoes, grapes, and so forth. But sand is still the same as any ground, as our ancestors have tilled the sand for generations.

"Like a normal crop, it needs water for growth, which doesn't happen as much in a desert. Irrigation has not been a problem for decades in my country. But all that did was to make the sand wet. My formula, added to the water, fertilizes the sand, and so... the deserts you see before you are able to bloom like a bountiful farmland," Chaim ended, presenting his work with a show of humble hands, "we have been truly blessed with a miracle."

"One that you have created, of course," said Buck, that made Chaim blush a little, "now the biggest question remains, who do you trust? Every nation, every corporation wants your formula, especially in light of the recent crop failures."

"No, no, no, Eden is not for sale," replied Chaim firmly, yet humbly, "not for money. The Russians in particular were not too happy with my response. I told them that the rights to the formula technically belonged to the State of Israel and that it may not decide to share the formula with no one.

"However, I was mostly amused by a visit from the United States Vice President himself, as he wanted to have a parade, and that I would not have to owe the President anything, that it was a dedication of the long friendship between Israel and the United States.

"However, I turned them all down. Because all I want is peace, for Israel... a peace that-"

But Chaim was interrupted... as a noise from the air caught his and Buck's attention. They looked up in the sky...

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And saw a fleet of military jets soar overhead, heading in their direction.

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"It looks like the Israeli Air Force never sleeps," Buck commented.

"Those are not our planes," Chaim noticed, "not from that direction."

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VRRROOOOMM!

The warning sirens began screaming, which heightened and confirmed Chaim's suspicions about the incoming planes

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"Let's take cover," advised Buck.

"Mr. Williams, please this way," said Chaim, beckoning his friend toward the military jeep that they had rode upon.

But as they began to make for the compound...

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The planes began shooting their missiles, which hit their marks, exploding upon the ground, frightening the nearby shepherds and their herds. Panic spread everywhere as the bombs and missiles littered the ground with explosions, as everyone tried to avoid being hit, to find safe distance and shelter from the attack. But it seemed like there would be no kind of escape, seeing as the enemy planes were everywhere.

Buck could hardly believe what he was seeing as the noise from the air, combined with the ear-rattling sirens surrounded him everywhere. Williams knew that this was the real thinga full-fledged air battle, and that he was caught in the middle of it. He felt helpless as he sat in the speeding jeep, passing all of the people, while covering his head from the explosions. Buck always wanted to be near the front lines, but now, his survival instinct was on full throttle, as he greatly desired to live through this.

Suddenly, the sky went black, as the attack went on. Buck and Chaim, along with their military escort had reached a hut and went inside. They opened the back door that led to a flight of stairs, leading down towards the military compound. Buck and Chaim entered the main command center, where many technicians were hustling around the clock, trying to mount a defense against the air raid.

Chaim looked up at the radar, seeing that the planes were all around them. His expression was grave, knowing that Israel was in the fight for its very life and existence. The commanders shouted orders for their main squadrons to be in the air, trying to fend off the assault.

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"What's going on?" asked Buck.

"It's a full scale air attack, no warning," answered Chaim.

"By whom?"

"It could be anyone," said Chaim, "no one has more enemies who want to see her destroyed, than Israel."

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While making quick preparations, their computers alerted the technicians that there was a system failure. But the commander wanted a counter attack as soon as possible...

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"We can't get our planes up," reported Chaim, "its treachery! The radar's jammed- ignition problems. There's confirmation on our radar, that intercontinental ballistic missiles heading our way. But our own surface-to-air missiles seem to be malfunctioning also!"

"Is there nothing else that you have to shoot at them?"

"...It seems that all our manpower and weaponry has been neutralized," Chaim noted dreadfully.

Buck gasped, seeing the expression on Chaim's face, as if he was going to give up any hope of saving Israel. And the monitors clearly showed that the invasion had reached their Holy City... and nothing could stop them now...

"They're over Jerusalem," intoned Chaim sadly, "the Eden Project could have fed the whole world. But now... it appears that it is going to die with us."

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"It seemed that it was all over for Israel,"

Buck continued telling his story to Lois,

"I thought about how I had never been married, or if there would be any parts of my body for my family to even identify or even if whether or not there was a God...

"But as I and everyone else in the compound thought it was the end, seeing the approaching doom of Israel the radar screens began to blip, indicating that the planes were being hit..."

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The monitors had shown that the planes that were about to destroy Jerusalem were falling down one by one. The exploding planes made the black sky like it was day. The technicians, gasping in surprise, couldn't believe what they saw, even though the radar screens confirmed what they were seeing on the screen. There wasn't any form of retaliation on the part of Israel's defenders, as they weren't able to launch any missiles. Buck's expression of imminent doom suddenly lifted a little, seeing that the enemy planes were crashing.

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"Those planes and missiles are coming down, but we haven't fired a shot," said Chaim, scoffing in blatant disbelief, regardless of the radar confirmation, "it's not possible. They're jamming the monitors, its a cruel trick!"

"Only one way to find out," Buck replied, as he went for the door.

"No Buck!" Chaim cried to Buck, trying to call him back inside.

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Still hearing the roar of the planes Buck reached outside the military compound and he carefully took a glimpse of what the military officials had seen on the screens. Though the sky was still dark, orange-and-yellow balls had lit the air as the great flying war machines came down all around him, as well as the panicking populace.

The wreckage, from both the planes and the IBMs, thankfully missed civilians, falling in between buildings, deserted streets, and in fields, without maiming or crashing on them. Anything atomic or explosive had erupted safely high in the air, as some of the people stood where they were in stark terror, while others were running and screaming, like there was no hope.

Williams was amazed at what he saw, as he brought out a pocket video camera, which was Internet linked, and turned it on. Buck asserted himself firmly as he began to record his thoughts on what was happening around him...

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"This is Buck Williams, recording live from Israel. I am standing in the middle of an all-out attack." he began, as more explosions sounded behind him, "the sun is gone. Thousands of planes are soaring overhead. Fire is raining from the sky. This is just unbelievable. This has just got to be, the biggest surprise attack since Pearl Harbor..."

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KABOOOM!

As another explosion erupted beside him, Buck began to move around the land a bit. Even though no one was getting hurt, he didn't want to be the first of any casualties of the Israelis, which so far was limited to the attackers.

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"I have been informed by top-ranking military officials," Buck continued, "that Israel has been unable to launch even a single plane in defense. Also, that their surface-to-air missiles are suffering malfunctions as well. But despite that, the radar screens began showing confirmation that the planes and missiles launched against Israel were being hit.

"The most amazing thing is that as I stand here, walking about millions of the attackers' fighter planes are exploding in mid-air. They're crashing and falling to the ground without any explanation. And while no one can seem to give me any reason to why this is happening, I can tell you this this all-out, unprecedented attempt to destroy Israel, appears to be failing."

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Suddenly something had hit Buck on his shoulder. He took a look around, to see what had hit him...

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Then Buck felt another object come from behind. But it didn't feel like shrapnel from the explosions... it was more like if there were rocks being thrown at him. Buck looked further ahead...

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To see chunks of ice falling to the ground. It was like hail from an occasional rainstorm. The hail was as large as golf balls. And Buck began to cover his head with his jacket, so that he wouldn't be injured, knowing that hail had been known to either injure or kill people.

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RRRRRRRRR!

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A great tremor began to overtake Israel, shaking the earth and resounding, throwing many to the ground including Buck. Buck pulled out his video camera to report what was happening now

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"Now, just after the planes had been destroyed, chunks of ice and hailstones from torrential storms have fallen upon Israel. And the ground underneath me is shaking, like an earthquake. Israel is said to be a holy ground. Until now, I have had no idea if God was real or not. But after what I have witnessed, with the crashing attack planes and the ground shaking, if there is a God I certainly believe in Him now."

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The ground stopped shaking, and calm has returned to Israel. Buck Williams, still in apprehension to what he had just experienced, slowly began to pick himself off of the ground. And all he could see was that the roar and explosions had stopped, and the scattered balls of flame flickering on the ground. Then...

A strange, bearded old man dressed in gray rags, looking as if he was from the Bible, walked out from the shadows, and headed towards Buck. Buck pointed his camera at him, perceiving that the man was about to say something to him...

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War will continue until the end...

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Desolations have been decreed

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He will confirm a covenant with many...

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For seven years.

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Buck was mystified at what the old man had said. But the old man said no more, as he slowly went away and walked across the flickering field. Williams stared at the old man who spoke to him so enigmatically, thinking that this event would be something he'd never forget.

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A/n: I wanted to show an overview of what this crossover with Left Behind is all about with Buck's experience in Israel, so everyone can see the big picture in what's to come next. I just like doing it this way, you know. Please read and review.

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Disclaimer: The DC Comics Universe and Left Behind are not mine. Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and all characters alike are the property of DC Comics. Left Behind, is the property of Pastor Tim Lahaye and Jerry B. Jenkins, with all the characters thereof. This fanfic is for fun, instead of for commercial purposes.