"Yes sir," Jackson said. "We've got the landing site that Superman spotted on camera from three directions. If they show up, we'll have it on video. No action around the cottage or parking lot yet, either. But --"
Wouldn’t it be awkward if LnC walked out onto landing site now?
In his experience with Lois Lane, such a circumstance usually meant trouble.
"He was sure of Lane, and almost sure the guy with her was Kent."
Well, the guy didn’t point a gun at her and slightly hovered, so had to be Clark.
The insane risks his partner sometimes took stemmed, he very well knew, not from overconfidence, but from a determination to prove to the world, and mostly to her father, that she deserved the reputation that she had established over the years she had worked at the Planet.
But he never said so. He simply made it his business to keep her alive, because a world without Lois Lane in it was one he didn't want to contemplate.
Sounds like Henderson was right.
Her last vague thought before she slid off into oblivion was that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, after all.
What’s the worst that could happen? She might get sold off at a white slave auction in Morroco.
"Why are you doing this? I already promised I'll never tell anyone!"
"That's what we're going to make sure of," someone else said, sounding disinterested. "In there, now."
Oops? But they will have to dispose of the Vampire by a different means than the rest of them, otherwise, even the most simple-minded of the cops would smell a rat. Maybe if they inserted a wooden object into his heart, removed his head with a sharp object, exposed him to UV light until he’s crispy, and then shoved him into a furnace?
Great, Clark thought grimly. Just great.
Hey! /gets feeling this might actually end before Halloween.
Michael