I'd better start this.
I've been keeping track since you started this one, Nan, and I've been enjoying it. I think the guy with the odd syntax is aNative American shaman who's trying to oppose whoever or whatever has been accidentally released by the bad guys to prey upon Metropolis. And I suspect he knows that Clark is more than he seems to be. Of course, I may be way off base with that.
My only complaint about this chapter is that it's so short! I wanted to see Lois babble out the information about the guns and the guy who showed them to her. I wanted to see Henderson narrow his eyes and (to her shock) believe everything she said. I wanted to see Clark come up against the killer(s) and test his abilities to the limits. And I wanted to see Henderson contribute more than just the authority of his badge to solving this case, which he will because this is another excellent Nan-fic.
More soon, I hope?
