She tore a single piece of paper from a notepad and took a black crayon from her bag.
Yes, a crayon! I was thinking about what she could give him to write with that couldn't be used as a weapon, and I came up with a crayon, too!
'Are my parents OK? Jonathan and Martha Kent from Smallville, Kansas.'
Another great way to move things along ... now she has a name to research! And I had not expected this to be his question, though it makes perfect sense. Oh, Clark.
Son. Daniel swallowed roughly. Son. That word brought a distressing connotation of humanity to a situation that he'd been trying to view only as a matter of national - even international - security. That made it personal. And pressing. "I'll do what I can," he said.
Yes! Good! That's exactly what Daniel needs, to realize that things aren't what he's been led to believe. And he's clearly conflicted here, especially after learning that Moyne has friends in high places. C'mon, Dan, let your decency win out.
"He usually begins with something close to home," Moyne said. "Family. Friends. Anything to make him seem human."
Moyne is very smart and very good at being evil, I'll give him that. Clearly this is exactly why the other agents were killed, because they began communicating with Clark and realized they'd been fed lies about him.
Lois sprang from the bed, checked her weapon, strapped her gun holster to her ankle, pulled on jeans and a sweater, and grabbed her bag. Five minutes later, she was speeding through the dark streets of Metropolis towards Bessolo Boulevard.
Yikes! Hurry, Lois! Get there and help Clark!
*please let this end with a bullet in Moyne ... please let this end with a bullet in Moyne ...* (Hey, I can hope, can't I?
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Kathy
