Lois woke up with a start and looked at the alarm clock. It was 9:30 in the morning. She'd overslept. She hurriedly put on her maid's uniform. She was positive Clark was up. He got up with the chickens or more like pigeons since they were in the city right now. He could have had the decency to come by and wake her up. He probably wanted to get her fired. He had to have noticed her absence.

She hurried downstairs. The house was incredibly still and devoid of activity. Something strange was going on. It was like one of those dreams where you're completely alone because everyone just disappeared.

She finally stumbled upon Mrs. Rodgers taking money out of a safe.

"What's going on?" Lois asked.

Mrs. Rodgers jumped, clearly startled. "Oh, it's just you. What are you still doing in the house?"

"I don't know. Why is everyone out of the house?"

"You didn't hear? What were you sleeping?" she asked, continuing to pull money out of the safe.

"No, I was—busy. What's happening?"

"Don't ask me. Apparently some stupid reporter hacked into our computer."

'Chloe' Lois thought.

"Instead of the police finding out, which wouldn't have been half so bad, a rival gang got a hold of the reporter and our files. If it had been the police, there'd have been a little time in jail, a good lawyer, and then bam you're out."

"So what is this gang going to do? Take it to the police?" Lois asked still a little confused.

"Of course not. Weren't you listening? The police are too tied up with laws to do too much damage. We have a huge shipment coming in. Over half the money Mr. Alberto has is invested in it. They know this now. They'll show up at the docks and try to take it by pumping our guts full of lead. That's why we've got to hurry up and get out of the country as soon as possible, until things cool off."

"This is like some cheesy gangster movie."

"Oh, it's real."

"So what are you still doing in the house?"

"They sent me back to get the loot, the creeps. Here I've worked for John Alberto darn near 30 years and they send the faithful, old servant into jeopardy."

"Don't get mad or anything, but rumor has it that Mr. Alberto disposes of newer servants."

Mrs. Rodger chuckled. "He does, dearie. Don't ask me what goes on in that man's head. Maybe he figures the more decoys he has, the better his chances are."

"So everybody has to leave the country, including me?"

"No, you don't have to go if you're willing to spend your life in prison."

"I thought you said—"

"I know what I said, but if you survive long enough to get arrested, do you think the cops are going to believe you're innocent after working for John Alberto? I'm afraid you don't have the money to hire a good lawyer. Take some advice from a woman who's lived in the world a little longer than you. Money is what makes the world and especially government go round. If you don't have any, you're screwed."

"What about Chuck. Is he with the others?"

"That butler friend of yours? I imagine. You can ride to the docks with me. I'm in a motherly, sagely mood, so let me give you another piece of advice. Men are unreliable and they only think about themselves, particularly in a crisis. Why my Paul—"

"Lola, there you are! What are you doing?" Clark demanded.

Mrs. Rodger shrugged. "Then again he's not my Paul."

"Excuse us," Lois said, as she dragged him out of the room. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I just assumed you were somewhere around in all the commotion. I forgot you could've slept through Pearl Harbor. It hasn't been that long anyway."

"Isn't this great?" she said excitedly. "We're going to be right in the thick of things. What a story."

"No, it's not great. I want you to go home."

"Do you even know who you're talking to? They've got Chloe. We've got to do something."

"What?"

"Mrs. Rodgers told me the other gang has a reporter that hacked into Alberto's computer. We have to rescue her."

"What gang?"

"I don't know. We should just go down to the docks. Maybe they'll bring Chloe with them. They have to."

Clark didn't answer at first. He was deep in thought. "Lois, if you want to help, go back to your apartment and see if she's there and look around for clues. I'll look around Metropolis."

"Clark, if they have her, she won't be at our apartment and it's all the way in Smallville. That's wasting precious time."

Clark sighed. "Let's go to the docks."

"I do think it's a good idea to go by the Planet though. Why don't you go and I'll hitch a ride with Mrs. Rodgers."

"I don't think so. I'm not leaving you in all this danger."

"You don't want me to go to the docks alone, but you don't mind leaving me sleeping alone in the house. Great time to go into protective mode. Go on. Chloe's the one in danger right now."

"No. We'll ride with Mrs. Rodgers. We'll pass the Planet on the way there."

"And you'll use your amazing ability to see into the building as we ride by?"

"How'd you know?" Clark asked in a teasing tone, but he was certainly telling the truth.

"Whatever. If they've got her, she won't be at the Planet I suppose and they're surely smart enough to not leave any obvious clues."

Mrs. Rodger came out with the satchel of money. "You kids riding with me?"

"Yes," Lois answered.

"Come on then," she said.

Everyone was hiding in a warehouse except for 2 lookouts. It seemed like hours were going by and everyone was on edge.

At last a ship came into view. Clark and Lois had gathered from bits and pieces that the ship had on it billions worth in drugs. There was a huge truck waiting to carry as much of it as possible to Alberto's private air ship. Lois still wondered what he wanted with such a big group. She figured protection was the biggest reason. They had all been given guns. She had a bad feeling that when the threat of the rival gang was over, he would try to dispose of them.

Then again maybe he just wanted them to help unload the drugs. Lois couldn't help but think that this couldn't be legal, story or no story, as she lifted a crate. Her thoughts were interrupted with a gunshot. Clark had jumped in front of her. It was a sweet gesture but rather outdated and she didn't want protection. She wanted to see where the gunshot had come from. She tried to shove Clark out of the way, but it was like to trying to shove a stone statue. She settled for peering over his shoulder. More and more people poured out with guns. Chloe was with them, probably to use as a hostage, just in case the police showed up. Chloe looked very nervous. Some shots rang out on both sides but no one seemed to have been shot.

"Clark, we have to do something!"

He grabbed Lois and pulled her over behind the truck. "Don't move."

"Clark! Clark!" He seemed to have disappeared but it wasn't that hard to do in such a large crowd. Before she could start thinking of a plan to rescue Chloe, it seemed like a small tornado had whipped through and stolen everyone's gun.

Everyone seemed frozen stiff with fear except Lois, who was curiously looking around, trying to figure out where it had come from and where it had gone and Chloe, who looked pleased.

Sirens surrounded the place. Somebody had called the police.

"Let's get out of here!" someone shouted.

That snapped everyone out of their spell and they all started trying to escape but that was unlikely as it seemed the entire Metropolis PD had showed up.

Clark appeared at her side. She looked at him and despite the fact that they were still in a pretty serious situation, she joked, "Well, I guess this ends our career as a maid and butler and just as I was starting to get pretty good at it."