Lex is sitting on the floor of the dank tunnel with his hands behind his back, tied to a pole. A pole. Wet tunnels. Explosions. What about this doesn't Lex like? Explosive Lady, wearing a dark tank top, welcomes Lex back to "sub-civilization." We get to ride in a submarine! This is gonna be so sweet for...oh. Damn. I just figured out what she meant. Lex, down to his white shirt, struggles against his bonds. He asks what happened to his father. He turned nice, and then evil again, but now he's acting nice. We can't figure it out either, Lex. We just like his acting. Explosive Lady says that Papa Luthor's not her problem and was never part of the plan. Explosive Lady, if you got to know Papa, you'd probably feel differently. He makes any plan more cunning. He's a cunninator. Lex asks what she wants. The woman, in the foreground, holds a set of dog tags on a small chain around her neck. "My husband," she says. Is he a C.H.U.D.? Because if so, you're looking in the right place. She says he's a U.S. Special Forces Weapons Sergeant. His name was Wes Keenan. She says he was plucked from the battlefield by LuthorCorp. Lex says that his company has lots of subsidiaries, but they don't have a Human Trafficking 'R Us division.

As Lex struggles to stand against the pole, the woman says her husband was supposedly part of a helicopter accident in Afghanistan. She knew it wasn't true, because her heart told her otherwise. Lex says the heart sometimes lies. Sometimes your heart is like, "Yes, I totally moved blood to the toes, don't you worry." Next thing you know, your toes look like dried-up raisins. Fucking heart. The woman grabs Lex's face. She says that when you truly love somebody, you know when you've lost them. You're...losing us, lady. The woman says there were no chopper crashes that day or that entire month. Holding a folder, she says the military failed to produce a body. They fail to produce a lot of things, lady. Have you ever tried to get them to show you a receipt for a $600 hammer? Ain't happening. Lex asks her to uncuff him. He says he's got friends at the Pentagon who might help her. She talks about her reconnaissance prowess, then shows Lex a file with her husband's military photo and a LuthorCorp logo. She asks what a Fortune 500 company would want with a Green Beret. Market research for really butch workout gear? Lex says nothing. "Tell me!" Explosive Lady barks. Lex tells her calmly that it's only a matter of time before his security team gets through. Are you kidding? They're playing Tetris on their cell phones and waiting for Grey's Anatomy to come on. He says they tend to shoot now and ask questions later. They're stupid that way.