It is a thousand thousand pardons I ask, most honored readers. A week ago today, I was in the surgical recovery unit at a local hospital (a scheduled knee replacement) and all things did not go as planned. I have been unable to respond to the sagacious comments above before now.
That have been said, let's get some author feedback.
Marcus, you're really looking ahead. Witness protection? I must mull over that. But recall that Lex' organization, unlike the real-life Mafia or Intergang of the L&C universe, is built on just one man holding all the power. Take out Lex and you take out much, if not all, the control and structure. What would be left would either scramble for that power or run away from a sinking ship. Assuming, of course, that we take that tack.
Millefeuilles, I'm glad you've seen the movie, so you'll have a guide to what's happening next and a built-in excuse to burst out in surprise when I go a different direction. I will try not to wait so long between parts again.
Mrgana, I'm glad you're glad that Mayson didn't die. I hate to kill her off - she's such a fun monkey wrench to toss into the works. We'll see what, if any, personal healing takes place on this journey.
Groobie, you can't leave yet! The story's not done! I'd send you the whole story now, but only my wonderful betas have all of it. From their comments, I'd say they're satisfied with the outcome.
Next chapter up in moments!
After weeks at sea, Captain Fetherstonhaugh and his hardy crew had at last crossed the halfway point, and he mused that the closest dry land now lay in the Americas, assuming of course that it was not raining there.