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22 November 2006 @ 08:41 pm
Okay, Since It Won't Be Up Until The Weekend And I Feel Guilty...  
...we'll have a short little preview here. But no spoiling your appetite for the full meal with this snack! :)

The information from Evie had been very helpful, a long list of numbers regularly dialed from the Vanderworth estate. Having that research to work on helped Lois’ mood considerably. What she wouldn’t have admitted on pain of death was that the kiss she’d shared with Clark had done much more for her attitude and her self-image. Oh, she was still angry with herself for giving in to her tempestuous emotions, still frightened by how swiftly passion had overtaken her, but at least she no longer felt old and frowsy. 

Lois had come in late, so she took lunch late, too, and headed over to Berg’s Bistro for one of her more socially-acceptable vices: a quarter-pound blackened sirloin burger smothered in sautéed mushrooms and Swiss cheese. So bad but oh so good, and she could only have them when the kids weren’t around. She could practically taste the waffle fries, almost smell the smoky grill… 

Wait, that really is smoke. What the hell? Lois opened her car window all the way and stuck her head out, looking all around for the source of the odor. Other drivers barely paid attention; this was Metropolis, where a red light didn’t really mean ‘stop’ unless a cop was nearby. 

Only after craning her head around for several minutes did Lois see the sinister gray cloud rising into the sky. It was coming from downtown … it had to be the arsonist. Lois dropped back into her seat, snatched up her partly-charged cell phone, and dialed Perry even as she cut out of traffic and roared down a side street.

“The firebug’s at it again!” she told the editor as soon as he picked up. “Looks like Lennox or higher, somewhere between 35th and 40th. Send a couple reporters and a photographer, Perry. I’m on my way, but traffic’s bad.”

“You get back to this office, Lane!” Perry barked. “You’re not a beat reporter anymore, and those fires are damn dangerous!”

“Sorry, Chief, bad signal,” Lois replied, raising her voice and scraping a fingernail over the microphone to simulate static. “Gotta go.” Grinning with the joy of the chase, she flipped the phone shut and ‘accidentally’ turned it off in the process. God, I forget how much I missed this. Pedal to the floorboards, the Audi roared up the backstreets.
 
 
Latitude and Longitude: Guess Where?
On the Verge of: contemplativecontemplative
Beautiful Noise: Tori Amos-Baker Baker
 
 
 
Barbara: Dot Oh Please?htbthomas on November 23rd, 2006 01:48 am (UTC)
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Please please send that my way ASAP.
Loiskalalanekent on November 23rd, 2006 01:51 am (UTC)
YAY! Barbara's excited! Always a good sign. Also, the Big Argument is looming nearby. Although you know what's happening there. :)