February 20, 1993
Clark Kent sat at the sagging, shabby bar in the hotel he was staying at.
Ooooooh!
And somehow, that had led him to the Congo.
Some call it fate. Like that time in the football field. Other’s think it’s Herb tripping in him up in Borneo.
Stupid, he chided himself.
No, he’s just biding his time till Lois checks in.
He was about to stand and leave when his hearing picked up two voices speaking toward the back of the room. They were talking in hushed whispers,
Oh dear. Are they discussing what to do with the hot dame they caught in the street earlier?
but what had jarred his attention was the fact that one of them, the female, sounded oddly familiar to him.
Had fate crossed their paths again?
Either that or she’s a clone. Or her younger sister.
In fact, I should go home and clear off some space on my shelf for all the awards I'll win for reporting that nothing is happening here."
How about ‘Female reporter vanishes in the Congo’? What, that’s even less of a news?
"I'm a reporter," Lois argued back, though her voice did drop a little lower. "Danger is part of my job description."
This is Black Africa. The crooks are a little less refined than back home.
Karl chuckled a little. "Miss Lane, do you have any idea what would happen to a woman like you if the smugglers got wind of you on their trail?"
Michael