'But Lex, everybody is wondering who the man in blue is! Don't you want to
know who this Good Samaritan in tights is? I could get Clark on the job and
in his mysterious shuffle-footed way, he's sure turn something up!'
Lois could see on the screen of her handheld that Lex was far from impressed by her argument. She zoomed in on his face to study his eyes—even though Lex's face gave away exactly what he wanted it to give away, Lois thought she had discovered a particular look where his eyes went even blanker than usual, without in any way effecting their intensity, which usually meant that he had finally found something of riveting interest. Unfortunately, now his eyes looked even more bored than usual.
'Lois, please do not make me doubt my conviction that you possess at least some rudimentary form of intelligence. It is patently obvious that your mysterious messiah is nothing but a cheap advertising gimmick.'
Lois sat on the toilet seat and argued vehemently for the cause. Lex always preferred that they talk shop within the soundproofed confines of the WC. The smell of the sanitation unit made her head ache, but she always complied. Now she could feel the migraine spreading slivers of pain on the edge of her consciousness, but kept gamely on.
'He saved two children from a burning building yesterday Lex—there were eyewitnesses. The man flew.'
'As the Batman flies in Gotham.' Lex sounded irritated now, and Lois felt that she had gone too far. 'Ropes and pullies! Also apparently, everybody missed the fact that this spandex-clad buffoon sports the Virgin colours in gay abandon-- it is just the sort of stunt that the mountebank Branson would pull. Tomorrow when he removes those ridiculous underpants to show the Virgin logo on his toned backside, we can all breathe easy. As of now, I would like you to concentrate on tracking Clark Kent's movements from yesterday. I want every detail, including times and witnesses—I hope you know the drill by now.'
He did not say goodbye, he never did. Lois stared at the white of the blank screen and wearily came out of the ladies' in order to question Clark why he had disappeared on assignment. The persona of nosy and bossy colleague was beginning to feel like second nature. Damn! That mysterious man in blue sounded so interesting—her ticket away from boring corporate affairs to some snappy news, but it was clearly not meant to be. Lois sighed, smoothed her short skirt, and pouted at her reflection. Lex could be so unreasonable. The movement of her hand caused the diamond on her finger to wink in a violent, spearing flash of light, and Lois stared in complacence at the huge rock. Nevertheless, he had his finer points.
Lois stepped into the frantic work space of the Planet, and spotted her target near the copier, where he was as usual trying to make his six foot four look like five foot six.
' Hey Smallville!'
Lois could see on the screen of her handheld that Lex was far from impressed by her argument. She zoomed in on his face to study his eyes—even though Lex's face gave away exactly what he wanted it to give away, Lois thought she had discovered a particular look where his eyes went even blanker than usual, without in any way effecting their intensity, which usually meant that he had finally found something of riveting interest. Unfortunately, now his eyes looked even more bored than usual.
'Lois, please do not make me doubt my conviction that you possess at least some rudimentary form of intelligence. It is patently obvious that your mysterious messiah is nothing but a cheap advertising gimmick.'
Lois sat on the toilet seat and argued vehemently for the cause. Lex always preferred that they talk shop within the soundproofed confines of the WC. The smell of the sanitation unit made her head ache, but she always complied. Now she could feel the migraine spreading slivers of pain on the edge of her consciousness, but kept gamely on.
'He saved two children from a burning building yesterday Lex—there were eyewitnesses. The man flew.'
'As the Batman flies in Gotham.' Lex sounded irritated now, and Lois felt that she had gone too far. 'Ropes and pullies! Also apparently, everybody missed the fact that this spandex-clad buffoon sports the Virgin colours in gay abandon-- it is just the sort of stunt that the mountebank Branson would pull. Tomorrow when he removes those ridiculous underpants to show the Virgin logo on his toned backside, we can all breathe easy. As of now, I would like you to concentrate on tracking Clark Kent's movements from yesterday. I want every detail, including times and witnesses—I hope you know the drill by now.'
He did not say goodbye, he never did. Lois stared at the white of the blank screen and wearily came out of the ladies' in order to question Clark why he had disappeared on assignment. The persona of nosy and bossy colleague was beginning to feel like second nature. Damn! That mysterious man in blue sounded so interesting—her ticket away from boring corporate affairs to some snappy news, but it was clearly not meant to be. Lois sighed, smoothed her short skirt, and pouted at her reflection. Lex could be so unreasonable. The movement of her hand caused the diamond on her finger to wink in a violent, spearing flash of light, and Lois stared in complacence at the huge rock. Nevertheless, he had his finer points.
Lois stepped into the frantic work space of the Planet, and spotted her target near the copier, where he was as usual trying to make his six foot four look like five foot six.
' Hey Smallville!'