Hi Barbara!
We had a long discussion on where to put it, on who would drive to Wichita and on whether or not I still needed rest.
Away from Clark, Lois, and yes.
CLARK:
“Pull over, I need to help him.”
That’s gonna go over well with Lois.
She slows the car, but stares at me, her eyes wide, her lips white.
She shakes her head. “No! You must be crazy! You don’t even have your powers back!”
See?
I still remember her from school. She was cute with her two braids, the smallest girl in our class, yet tough even then. But I don’t know if she’s a match for Trask and his guys.
Great color!
I know he’s after me because he’s scared of what I could do.
Tick Tock. I’m his crocodile.
I did not expect this! Great work
Suddenly I find myself staring at those bags, remembering bits and pieces about how dangerous fertilizers can be.
He’s not going to mix fertilizer with diesel fuel and make a surprise for the US military men, is he? They don’t like that sort of thing.
“Stop harassing people, Trask!” I fold my arms in front of my chest, giving him the sternest look Superman is capable of. “Your problem is with me.”
“Superman uses homemade bombs in terrorist attack on US Army Colonel”
“Showing the world your true face, are you?”
See?
“I was right. Whatever this substance is, its radiation is toxic to you.”
Trask is a smart cookie.
Even if all I’ll ever do is saying ‘Good Night, Lois.’
Well…
Then, suddenly, he just goes limp.
Wayne stands behind him, a huge wrench in his hands. His nose is bloody, his eyes swollen and his jaw ticks.
That’s certainly a novel way to do it.
“You alright, Clark?”
I stare at him, dazed.
“You know?” I rasp.
His battered face splits into a smile. “Who do you think helped Jonathan bury your ship?”
This was an intense one!
Michael
