Hi,
Great part.
Lois's POV
It was all over the news. The plane had crashed, and there was still no sign of Superman. Something was definitely wrong. I had to find him. Thinking things through, it seemed like the best place to start would be to try to track his movements. I decided to look into the stories he'd been working on. Mostly, we'd been working together, but there was always a chance he'd started looking into something without mentioning it to me. Perhaps a lead he hadn't been sure would pan out, or something which had developed suddenly.
I started over to his desk, but figured that as long as I wouldn't be using mine, I could have Jimmy look into that email. It might somehow be connected to Clark's disappearance, and if I was going to follow the lead, I wanted to know as much as I could ahead of time. "Jimmy!" I shouted. He was there in a flash, ready for action. "I got this message today," I told him, pointing to the screen. "It seems suspicious. Look into it for me, will you? See what you can find out -- who sent it, where it came from, anything -- and let me know as soon as you can."
Too much
I's or just my imagination.
Is she talking to someone?
There was a man, but I'd never heard his voice before, not that I could remember. No, wait... I'd heard it once before. In my apartment. I'd just flown home and was about to get ready for bed when I'd felt something... Kryptonite. There'd been a voice then, that same voice. I couldn't remember what he'd said -- I'd been too surprised by the sudden pain -- but it was the same voice. So, someone had been waiting for me in my apartment with Kryptonite. Not a good sign.
Everyone know Clark is friends of Superman, but that don't mean that he goes to sleep in Clark apartment every night. They know Clark is Superman?
Is Luthor alive?
Is Diana Strade out of jail?
I made my way through the maze of cargo to a position near the growing stack of crates. I snuck around to the far side while they weren't looking, then knelt to examine the boxes. I found the ones which were in the worst condition, and, as quietly as I could, expanded the holes. I took out a penlight, and, shielding the tiny bulb with my hand, used it to look inside.
Who was the good samaritan that send the tip.
More ASAP. please.
MAF
