Bakasi, thank you!! So glad its holding the tension for you! I know that unpacking crates isn't necessarily a fun thing to read about, so I had to try to make it active!
Andreia, this chapter kicked MY anxiety up a notch when I went to edit, lol. By now I'm sure you've read that he was juuuust close enough - but don't worry because Lois will end up in peril again! Thanks for reading!
Songbird, this story really opens and closes with the nail-biter sections. It's funny because I'm writing something else now, and I'm intentionally trying to cool some of the tension in that one to focus on the B-plot more. (Spoiler: It's not going well - Lois keeps getting into trouble!) Thank you for such kind comments on the writing!
Morgana,
A simple stakeout? LOL! Since when does Mad Dog Lane do anything simple?
You're so right - you absolutely hit that nail on the head!
Prowling around in Luthor's affairs always pays off, but it often comes with a price, too.
Darth Michael,
“You bust anything and the boss will have your head!”
Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if they were smuggling missiles or other explosives you’re not supposed to drop?
OMG, yes, this is hilarious. I wish I'd written this now. I could have added some C4 or acme dynamite to the gun cache or something.
Let’s just say he’s meat sauce?
Ugh, ew! That's so visceral!
Also, Lex
is dead.
Right?
Right??You can’t be a boss of anything if you’re dead.
Well ... you could program an AI. Leave detailed instructions with the executor of your will. Possess somebody. There’s many options a voice from the grave could still be the boss.
So many ways to torture and imperil our protagonists!
A moment later, she felt the van lighten with a little jolt.
Nice touch!
Thank you so much!!
The diamonds glittered in her palm in the scant moonlight.
Okay, what did I guess…?
Nailed it!
That didn’t seem like a lot, and probably not worth the vans and the thugs and whatever was in the crates, if they were even related.
Huh, that’s funny…
What if there’s information encoded on them? Maybe government secrets? Or the true age of various Hollywood actresses?
This is SUCH a better idea than what I actually wrote.
She sat up, running her hands over herself as if in disbelief that there weren’t any injuries.
She was fine!
She laughed out loud into the empty night.
Nicely done!
Thank you!
She grabbed onto it to steady herself, and took her last two steps upward.
Finally!
Oh that’s where she’s hanging out at in the beginning?
Yes, exactly! Welcome to the other bookend!
Okay, you have remarkable skills at a-plot.
I so appreciate this! After the ending of the first part, I really wasn't sure where this would go, and a lot of it felt like I was making it up pretty haphazardly! Thank you for such a nice compliment!
