They walked casually onto the docks like they went there everyday, trying to blend in, but they kept their eyes carefully trained on Alexander Luthor's shipping building.

Luthor came out. He gave a satisfied smile to a man that clearly worked for him before climbing into his carriage and leaving.

This worker wasn't the kind of man one hired for his brains. His towering, heavy frame meant that there was likely something in there that his boss didn't want people to see and that Luthor had other uses for him besides working in an office. The man punched his fist into his other hand with a smile of his own before locking the building.

They saw their chance and quickly walked to the structure as soon as he was out of sight. Lois looked in through the window, while Clark used his powers to open the door.

"How did you do that?" she asked in astonishment when she saw him open the door. "He locked it."

Clark shrugged. "He must have turned the key the wrong way."

They hurriedly slipped in through the door before they were spotted. It was fortunate that most people seemed to be focused on their own tasks and minding their own business.

"What exactly are we looking for?" Clark asked as he quickly scanned through the papers on the desk for incriminating evidence.

"I'm not sure. Something. Anything," she answered.

"Can I ask you something else? Why do you really have this sudden vengeance to bring him to justice?"

She sighed. "A lot of reasons I suppose, but one in particular is that he is eager to find out more about the angel with no good intent I assure you."

"Are you going to tell me the other reasons?"

"No, I just wanted you to know that I do have a very good reason. This isn't as reckless as it seems."

"I didn't say you didn't have one and I know he is the one that kidnapped you. It's pretty clear. I don't see why you won't take him to court."

"My word against his is hardly enough to bring him to justice."

He reluctantly agreed with her. A poor woman up against a man as wealthy as Alexander Luthor was not enough by a long shot. He would have to be prosecuted for other crimes.

"Look, he's been selling supplies to both sides," Lois said as she studied the account book. "That's interesting, wouldn't you say?"

"Interesting, but not really a crime. I'm sure there are plenty of other merchants who look only at the color of the money, not the uniforms."

She sighed, "I'm sure you're right. Still it might be enough to tar and feather him the way feelings are running right now."

Clark used his x-ray vision and saw a secret drawer in the desk. He slid his hand along the underside of the mahogany desk and found a button. He pushed it and sent the drawer shooting out.

Lois walked over. "How did you find that?" she exclaimed as she lifted the papers. "I'm glad I brought you along after all."

"Just some good fortune I suppose."

She wasn't really paying attention to his answer as she read over the papers. "I think we have something. He has spies, not that it is a real shocker."

"Where?" he asked, as he looked over her shoulder.

"The better question would be where doesn't he have spies? He's spying for information on both sides, not to mention he has judges and other important officials working for him. No wonder he feels so safe from the law. That combined with his money makes him practically unstoppable."

"Hold it right there," said the beefy man from earlier.

Clark knew the man wasn't going to let them go with a polite goodbye. As luck would have it, they were right next to the window. He swiftly opened it, "Get help."

"I'm not leaving you," she replied stubbornly.

"You have to. It's our only chance," he said, pushing her gently but firmly through the window opening. She landed on the ground with a thud. She heard the man charging in that direction and she broke off into a run. Her heart was beating wildly, not only from the run but from worry about Clark.

It didn't take her long to find an officer. "You have to help us," she cried, taking him by the hand and dragging him toward the shipping building. "We found incriminating evidence and now he wants to murder us."

Clark was still dodging the knife slashes that the man was including with his punches when they entered. The officer immediately came to the rescue, pulling out his gun. The man knew he was no match against a firearm and threw his knife down and put his hands up in surrender.

"Here are the papers that prove Mr. Luthor is involved not only in espionage and treason, but other corrupt and unholy practices," Lois said, taking them off the desk and giving them to the officer.

The officer looked at the papers. "You do indeed have something."

The man tried to make a break for the door, but the officer tackled him and tied him up.

"What is going on here?" Luthor said his voice laden with disgust and surprise.

"Just the man I want to see," said the officer. "Now are you going to make this difficult or are you going to come with me quietly?"

Luthor scoffed, "I have nothing to fear. I am the wealthiest man in Boston."

"Well, you are about to become the wealthiest prisoner," the officer replied with contempt. "Come with me."

"Gladly. I will get this mess and these false accusations straightened out. You can be sure of that."

He shot Lois a murderous look as they departed.

She hugged Clark tight as soon as the other men left, happy to see that he was still in one piece. "You are so stupid and…"

"And?" he asked.

"Brave. You are a fool, but you are also a real hero," she said with an admiring smile.

"More real than the angel?" he asked with a teasing smile. He wasn't expecting her answer.

"A lot more real," she said with a hand lovingly placed on his cheek.

It was then he realized he had nothing to fear from the angel.

They watched Alexander Luthor being taken away, a traitor to both sides and loyal only to himself.

Lois gave a silent prayer of thanks that the masquerading angel was safe again.

TBC