“Have you seen Superman since, yesterday?” he asked.
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Found some extra black print in that sentence.
so why in the hell had he gone drinking last night of all nights?
It’s always the quiet ones…?
Let Henderson think Lois was out of sorts with Clark, instead of pained at what he must have suffered, to help keep up his disguise.
BILL: Poor Kent. First his girlfriend bones her fiancé while he’s locked up with Kryptonite and then she dumps him when he needs a break.
Lois hadn’t thought about it at the time, but why was she interested in some fact that Lois might know about Luthor?
So she can do a tell-all article?
Had Henderson contacted Cat instead of Lois when Superman was in need of assistance? That made no sense whatsoever, unless Henderson…
…thought that Clark and Catherine where doing the horizontal mambo?
She eyed the inspector warily. No, he had just asked if Lois had seen Superman.
She could flat out ask him if he knows that Clark Kent is Superman.
LOIS: Yes! I mean…umm…
Clark, whom the inspector had been told, spent the last twenty-four hours passed out in an alley and then wandering lost in the city. Then, again, Clark and Lois were known as the two people who seemed to know Superman the best.
Maybe Bill thinks that Clark *and* Superman had been out drinking last night together to squash the pain of loosing Lois to Lex?
Yes, that made sense, much more sense than Henderson calling on Cat Grant, infamous harlot, to assist Superman when he could clearly not defend himself against her wiles.
CAT:
Then, again, not only was Cat now a married woman and expecting,
According to popular fiction, that means she’s no longer getting any *and* she’s got to be horny as hell from pregnancy hormones.
Not that Clark would ever willingly be interested in Cat in that way.
CLARK: She’s just like Rachel!
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She should’ve known not to discount Henderson’s intelligence
BILL: Lane thinks I’m smarter than her!
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Just as he didn’t judge anyone he rescued from harm’s way, leaving that up to the justice system. It was one of the reasons she had fallen so hard for him,
That he’d always rescue her from precarious spots she got herself into while breaking and entering?
He never thought of himself before others.
She frowned. Until Clark insisted that he should go to Las Vegas to recover instead of stay in Metropolis with her.
So…her toy’s now broken?
She glanced back at the mirror, wondering what Luthor could have been thinking.
LEX: Me, Lex. You, Lay.
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“I just figured out the date,” she said, rushing down the stairs and across the penthouse living room.
“Do I dare ask?”
Awww…the first time Lex showed Superman how he does Lois?
Lois rolled her eyes and typed in the number, the date Superman first arrived in Metropolis and foiled a plot of Luthor’s.
Right. 1993, not 1994. Also… Ooooooooh!
Let me guess… mm-dd-1993? The day Superman showed up?
“IDs. Identification. Badges. I’ve dealt with men who’ve impersonated the FBI before, and they turned out to want Superman dead, so now I don’t trust the lot of you,”
And she will call the FBI headquarters and verify the badgenumbers and describe the photos of the agents?
Translation: We’ve got a crazy broad here.
Actually: We’ve got a self-important reporter chick here who’d like to cool her high heels in an interview room down at Bureau Central.
Thank you for your assistance, Ms. Lane, but you can now go.”
Lois heard Henderson emit a soft groan from behind her. She could only imagine the facial expression that went with it.
Translation: That will be a lot of paperwork, doing the writeup on three FBI goons who died during the investigation of a booby trap.
“Just for your information, Agents, you will have to carry me out of here to get me to leave,” Lois said, refusing to budge. “I’ve been investigating Lex Luthor for months and had a deal with the MPD granting me access on any major finds regarding his arrest, especially since it was due to my investigation that you found out that Nightfall was a hoax to begin with.”
She does realize that it’s common practice to carry away protesters who chain themselves to immovable objects.
LOIS:
Where’s Superman when you need to chain yourself to him…
Meanwhile…
SUPERMAN: Come on, come on, come on… just one more raspberry and I’ll have all three…
SLOT MACHINE: *rrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg*!
“No, that you granted her access?” Forest asked.
Will they arrest him?
FOREST: Arrest a local stooge for getting caught in a honeypot? Yeah. Definitely.
Lois threw up her free hand, the other remaining on the cracked safe door. “I can still shut this vault. Only I know the code.”
Couldn’t they double cross her?
“Fine!” Lois snapped, removing her hand from Luthor’s vault, so Henderson and the Special Agents could open it safely.
This would be the perfect time to jump Luthor’s little plaything and snap her wrists into cuffs before hauling her off to a federal penitentiary.
Henderson, then, pulled out an ornate metal box, and Lois got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. He brought the box into the bright light of Luthor’s office before opening it. Inside were two sizeable chunks of crystal, one red and one green.
Couldn’t Lois say that these her hers? She brought them with her from her last visit to Smallville and had asked her fiancé to keep an eye on them since her apartment was regularly burglered?
Did he wonder as she did, if Superman would react the same to the red Kryptonite as he did to the green?
Or if, when cut just the right way, the red one would make Superman super horny and lock Lois Lane into her bedroom where he’d then proceed to do…unspeakable things to her?
Did Inspector Henderson know that Clark Kent was Superman?
BILL: No, I do not know that Clark Kent is Superman.
It had a gold chain attached.
Awww…Lex made a ball on a chain for his new ball and chain.
“It looks as if he was going to give this one to you as a wedding present.”
To Superman-proof her!
“Guys?” said the ever-quiet Special Agent in charge of photography from behind them. Lois had forgotten his name. “You’re going to want to see this.”
“What did he need that for, if he was going to marry the real deal?”
Oooooh! It’s the Lois-face
Why would Luthor have created a Halloween mask of her face, she had no idea.
To have that one worn by someone whom he trusts more not to bite him during certain…acts?
Did he doubt her fidelity? Had Luthor made Clark doubt her love?
No, the mask did not cause all the discomfort.
SLUTTY LOIS:
This ember ignited into a lava flow of fury. Luthor had better be dancing in the fires of hell or she would hunt down his soul and take him there herself.
PETER: Ah, yes, Mr. Luthor, sir. We have been expecting you. Yes, we have received your generous donation, thank you very much, that new church in the former Brazilian rainforest is just lovely. We have your new quarters ready for you, sir.
She expected someone like Luthor to spy on her, but her own government?
/points at contemporary revelations/
NIA:
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“With numerical codes needed for almost every aspect of his life, I wonder how Luthor was able to keep them all straight in his head.”
Maybe he’s a savant?
She muttered a word describing the agent that she wouldn’t have dared to use in Clark’s presence.
Because he’d have taken a bar of soap to her mouth? Because he wouldn’t want her to kiss him ever again with that mouth?
Therefore, he must have taken the elevator from the wine cellar up here.”
Hmm…that elevator wouldn’t also be going down into the Arc, would it? Also, this Lois knows about the Arc, right? Will she tell Henderson?
“So, he has several elevators leading to different areas of the same floor, and several entrances to his wine cellar. He’s… was a billionaire. The rich are known to be extravagant.”
Or maybe it’s another booby trap? You have to use the right elevator on the right day or else you end up a smear on the floor?
LEX’s GHOST: I could have *sworn* that was the elevator to take on my wedding day. *Who* changed the sequence?
BETSY:
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NIGEL:
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“We also took the elevator in the wine cellar, but it didn’t go up,” Lois finally admitted, knowing she should have probably mentioned Luthor’s bunker the previous day when the police were searching for the man.
Ooooooh!
“Did it go down to his bomb shelter?”
Bomb shelter. Underground mansion. Potato. Potato. (sic)
Well, weren’t Cat and the inspector chummy all of a sudden?
Maybe she should tell Phil?
“If that’s true, why did he go to his penthouse and jump to his death?” Henderson asked, his brow furrowing.
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We didn’t get Lex’s POV, did we when he was back upstairs at the end? It’s possible that he *did* go down
on to Brandy, right?
LEX-C: Father *told* me that we are so special, we could fly. Like that flying monkey Mother Lois always puts out for.
She brushed the front of her remembering the splatter his death caused. Her stomach churned. Lois’s hand rose to her mouth to try to hide the fact that she felt nauseated. “I don’t know,” she muttered.
Say, it is sometime before noon, right? And she’s feeling sick…
