Lois was at Clark's desk for a change, sitting in his guest chair. They each had a cup of coffee in hand. Lois had just taken a sip and was grimacing. "I'll never be satisfied with the coffee from that machine again. You, Mr. Kent, husband mine, have spoiled me."
Can't blame Lois there! I have never drank the coffee in my office. I always bring my own in a thermos.
When they had arrived they had identified themselves, had done some on the spot interviews with random people and been sent back to Harrison's personal assistant. The nameplate on the desk proclaimed the inhabitant to be Miss Bird. When they started talking to her, Lois decided that the name was apt, but that she was a specific bird. She certainly wasn't an owl because she wasn't that bright. Nor was she a dove, peaceful and quiet. She was more like a raptor, fierce and loyal to her former boss.
Miss Bird did not strike me as being dim, but as a very competent woman who was loyal to her former boss. As a woman who has worked for a handful of great bosses, believe me when I say, that is a rare thing.
She also might have been a little in love with him ...
Luthor pondered for a second before he replied, "Interesting question, Mr. Kent. Let's see …" He picked up a clay pigeon and hefted it before continuing, "This clay pigeon weighs two ounces. We are on the one hundred and twentieth floor, approximately fifteen hundred feet above street level. Considering the G force and the speed ... if the object hit the pavement, or some hapless passer-by, it would make contact at about two hundred miles per hour. My guess is that it would, unfortunately, kill him or her, instantly." Before he continued, Luthor smiled and added, "I never miss."
Its about time Lex showed up!
But he is still an arrogant cuss.
Jimmy nodded and smirked, "Two guys in a car in front of the hotel. Some stakeout."
You gotta love Jimmy!
Bring on Fly Hard!!!!
