Hi Evie!
She managed to steady herself and ducked down low, praying she hadn’t been seen.
See? Had she fallen into the garbage can, she’d have had cover: “Drunk homeless person”.
“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?
Let’s just say he’s meat sauce?
Lex is buried, she told herself again, more sure this time, as she talked herself down. She knew she was being irrational.
Umm…didn’t the Met Star report his body was stolen from the morgue?
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.
she saw that the Scared Pair was now headed inside with their crate, while the Butterfingers Duo were already returning.
. A moment later, she felt the van lighten with a little jolt.
Nice touch!
The diamonds glittered in her palm in the scant moonlight.
Okay, what did I guess…?
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?
She turned and dove back in front of the van.
A footstep sounded a second later.
No scary metal bits sticking down, she assessed. Maybe if she stayed put, she might just be alright. Besides, she’d seen this in TV shows all the time, and the hero always came through.
Okay, she’ll either hang on like a DFCB to her hips or pass through like dinner from Ralph’s Pagoda.
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!
Her good mood prevailed – a locked door didn’t stop Lois Lane!
Yes, but this is breaking and entering, she could be arrested for it.
As she’d learned through numerous investigations with her undercover partner over the recent weeks, roof entries were rarely protected with as much vigor as ground doors.
Superman:
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?
That was the instant her boot slipped on the damp, corrugated roof.
Okay, you have remarkable skills at a-plot.
Michael
I felt like I was there with Lois, holding my breath so as not to be seen. ![[Linked Image]](http://www.millan.net/minimations/smileys/nervoussmiley.gif)
For Lois' sake I hope he's close by! 
