Thanks to everyone for commenting, even as I'm having trouble keeping up on this one! I've been reading it in real time, and I'm so grateful for all the feedback!
Songbird, it's just a story where Lois keeps getting into trouble.
Thanks so much for the kind words about the writing. I definitely spend a lot of time to try to amp up the suspense - so happy to hear that it's working!
Bakasi, Lois is just always in trouble in this series.
Thanks you so much for the compliment - I really appreciate it!
Morgana, there are consequences to calling for Superman these days. Thanks for commenting!
Darth Michael 
CAT: Did someone mention ‘banging against the brick wall to pass the time’?
LOIS: I was speaking of my head, not Superman.
They were nice enough bricks, she supposed. It’s just that the builders had been so decorative with them that there weren’t as many as there should be on a normal brick wall. The whole bottom corner of the building was just one big foundational stone. It made the counting go a lot faster, leaving her without much of a distraction.
This is fun fun!
Yay! I was so worried this would be the MOST boring section. But I felt like I had describe it since it comes into play (rather literally) later!
even if her limbs were cramping after endless hours on unforgiving, newspaper-covered concrete.
She called the Star a newspaper!
Writer misfire or tired reporter?
The pair came back out, and she noticed a brown satchel under the driver’s arm. It looked a lot more like something that could hold tiny gemstones!
Maybe they deliver uncut safes into the warehouse and take the extracted diamonds with them to their next stop?
Guess again!
“Clark?” She tried again, knowing he would have already been beside her if he’d been within hearing range.
It’d been worth a shot, she thought, but she’d known he wasn’t due back for at least another half hour.
Based on the size of the vans and the size of the crates, these guys would be long gone by the time Clark made it back for their undercover date. Lois shifted impatiently. She needed to get a closer look before the vans drove off and left her with no leads!
At least she can put “see? I tried.” on her gravestone.
Yes, I think that's exactly how she's planning to win the inevitable argument, lol.
she shook off her make-shift paper blankets, smirking as she left the Star in the trash where it belonged, her favorite and most petty stake-out tradition.
/points at earlier remarks/
Yes, sensational catch! I love that you made this joke before I did.
Considering I’m catching up, I don’t mind the shorter parts
Do you really like it? I'm actually playing with this format. I'm considering doing this for more of my stories moving forward.
