Chapter 4
Hi Barbara!
She snuck inside and closed the door behind her, hoping Tied-Sleeves wouldn’t hear the lock click.
Great way to allow Lois to sneak past
The voice was close. Too close for comfort. With a start, Lois realized she was in the conference room, probably on a stage. Mindful of the curtains she pressed herself against the wall and crept toward the edge.
Oops?
She'd been so focused on the bad guys that she hadn't realized he was sitting almost within her reach.
So, basically Lois found them a backdoor through which they could exfiltrate.
“Listen,” he mumbled, his voice breathy. “The next time all six of them are here, you vanish behind the curtains. There's a stage door behind them.”
“Burke is going to be here any moment,” Mayson said under her breath.“I bet he’s already coordinating a SWAT team.”
Yeah, about that...
“And I hope she isn’t about to do something stupid.”
/cocks eyebrow/
I can’t help but wonder if he’s not actually aware of Lois’s presence.
“Lois,” he grunted. “What are you doing here?”
Rescue.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Well, what do you think?” she mouthed. “Trying to get the two of you out of here!”
He scrambled to his feet, swaying as he did so.The world spun about him and his knees buckled.
Let’s hope he’s not going to fake food poisoning.
You don’t want to hold a room full of people hostage!”
And a room full of lawyers at that. Can you imagine if they all start suing their former captors for emotional damages?
She wanted to storm right into the room and beat the hell out of these guys.
Now wouldn’t that be a complete waste of perfectly good distraction?
She had to trust that he knew what he was doing. And there was little doubt what he would want her to do. No matter the consequences.
She does seem to have more confidence in him, now that she knows the truth.
That Clark was being so protective because he was finally coming around to admit to his feelings for me.”
Oh dear. Lois is going to be so mad when she has to start feeling sorry for Mayson.
“The kryptonite.” Next to her, Mayson pointed at Clark’s trembling form on the monitor. “Oh my God, he’s reacting to it, isn’t he?”
Oh boy. No, that’s just, he’s sensitive to the green light, is all.
That’s why he wasn’t concerned with taking a bullet for me. I told him I didn’t need Superman, but he absolutely had to interfere.”
Of course he had. Superman even went so far as to mind-control Mayson into believing he was Clark so he could accompany her.
Though I really don’t know what he sees in you.”
It can’t be ‘blonde and shapely’ given his avoidance of a shared bed.
That he’s Superman so he can show off his powers? if you really think that then you don’t know Clark at all.”
Nicely done shoving Mayson in front of Lois as a means to resolve her own issues with the uncovered secret.
She couldn’t imagine anything worse than this. But she felt that Clark hadn’t been lying when he’d said that. What had happened that he hadn’t told her about?
At first I thought simply GGGoH. But no. Boy, Lois is going to get a lot of egg on her face when she realized Clark was talking about her ex.
He’d been so worried that Intergang’s guys would catch you, that you’d do something reckless.”
“You don’t understand. I have to get to him.”
So unfortunate that Lois has no idea what ‘reckless’ means.
“You stay here. I’ll get Clark out of there,” Lois said.
LOIS: Room Service! Need fresh towels, yah?
Walk right in and let them catch her, hoping that her sudden appearance would distract them enough for Clark to crawl out of the conference room? That was ridiculous.
Indeed. Maybe if she dressed in combat boots and an overall and pretended to be the mysterious assassin Intergang sent to help? The Mantis.
A muffled scream escaped her lips and she struggled against her captor.
“Easy there, Lane.” she heard Henderson’s voice next to her ear. “I’m one of the good guys.”
I did not expect this. Thought Mayson had come back for Lois. Or maybe she got caught and the hand was more a capture move than one to silence her.
And since Superman won’t be able to help us, we’ve got to do this the old fashioned way.”
Flood the room with NO2?
You’re doing *really* well with the A-plot
Michael
