Perry chuckled. "Whoa, she must mean a lot to you if you're willing to fly to Australia twice in two weeks."
Well, he does have a slight advantage. Especially, now that he doesn't have to fly on the Planet's payroll.
"Lucky you're a good flier, huh?"
Does he know?
Clark went to a travel website. Half an hour later, he'd found one flight that arrived in Melbourne on the morning of the rally and another that left late the following evening.
A wave of excitement swept over him as he finalised the booking.
What now? Is he really flying or just buying the tickets to leave some sort of paper trail. But that would still not hold up, now would it?
The four quarters of football slipped by almost unnoticed. Ten minutes before the end of the game, Lois turned off the television and rose from the couch. She still hadn't eaten - she couldn't face food. Instead, she prepared for bed.
Boy, she's really down
"No," Clark said quickly. "I will speak to Ultra Woman, and when we have decided, I will inform everyone."
Headline in the Digger: 'Superman is Ultra Whipped'
"The wedding rings are being supplied by Mazik's Jewelers," Linda put in quickly.
And Linda's making sure the ad-deal's getting honored.
"The victim was English?"
"Yes."
"What do you know?"
"He was here legally. He'd been here for six years. In that time, he managed to avoid all other records."
"Employment? Taxes?"
"Nothing."
"International income?"
"Nothing I can find."
About 55, a bit on the heavy side but with a strong build? Gray-white hair. Goatee? What did Nigel do to tick Lex off?
"It seems weird that someone could die and leave no hint about how he lived," she said. "Have there been any further leads?"
And Lois is already trying out for being an investigative reporter?
And then she blew up. Out of no where. With all sorts of fears and worries and assumptions. Oh boy. And she certainly has a point about Clark staying in Metropolis. Although, this is a down-under fic, so Clark could be the one moving.
"Lois, we can't part like this. We just can't."
She pushed past him. "We don't have any choice," she said. "You can't go out of the door - and I have a job to do. It might only be a game of football, but it's my job."
Her underlying insinuation was unfair. "I have *never* implied that what I do is more important than what you do."
So, the wedding's off then?
From there, it hadn't been hard to find a list of reporters, which had led to sports reporters and, finally, female sports reporters. There was one - Lois Lane.
She was, according to the picture, an unremarkable-looking woman, lacking sophistication. Which was what you'd expect from a sports reporter - and an Australian, at that.
Too bad Chris wasn't on the paper longer before that. Now *that* would have been fun
Yet, by all accounts, this woman had captured the hearts of both Scardino and Kent.
Mayson shook her head in bewilderment. Whatever Lois Lane's charms, they were patently undiscernible from the photograph.
Well, Scardino probably didn't know any better. The only woman around, plus he immediately went into the bed of the first hussy he met in Metropolis, so he can't really be taken as a measure.
More on Monday?
Michael
