Another Chapter off to Betas!
Hooray! I played hooky all evening long and wrote fic!
I've got over 3000 words written for Chapter 3 of "Recovery", my "Superman Returns" story. It's off in the hands of my betas, but in the meantime,
Jimmy fidgeted while they waited. “Take some pictures of these files, Jimmy,” Lois directed. “We might want to compare some of this paperwork with what Clark found in your earlier investigation.”
“Sure, Lois!” Jimmy positioned himself over the desk and snapped a series of close-ups of the printouts that Lois slid in front of his viewfinder. Within a few minutes he had to step back as Frank O’Connell returned, papers in hand but a troubled expression on his face.
“What’s the matter?” Lois asked.
“I found the readouts from last month’s re-survey.” O’Connell fanned the papers down on the desk with a sigh.
Lois examined them, looking for signs of what had upset the manager. At first glance, there didn’t seem to be any reason for his discomfiture. The images of the harbour bottom were serene and stable: precisely what a nervous administration would want to see after the disaster that had struck the city. She paused, and then rapidly leafed back through the papers.
“You see it, don’t you?” O’Connell asked, mournfully.
“Yes,” Lois whispered. “Yes, I do. Jimmy? Get a picture of this!”
I've got over 3000 words written for Chapter 3 of "Recovery", my "Superman Returns" story. It's off in the hands of my betas, but in the meantime,
Jimmy fidgeted while they waited. “Take some pictures of these files, Jimmy,” Lois directed. “We might want to compare some of this paperwork with what Clark found in your earlier investigation.”
“Sure, Lois!” Jimmy positioned himself over the desk and snapped a series of close-ups of the printouts that Lois slid in front of his viewfinder. Within a few minutes he had to step back as Frank O’Connell returned, papers in hand but a troubled expression on his face.
“What’s the matter?” Lois asked.
“I found the readouts from last month’s re-survey.” O’Connell fanned the papers down on the desk with a sigh.
Lois examined them, looking for signs of what had upset the manager. At first glance, there didn’t seem to be any reason for his discomfiture. The images of the harbour bottom were serene and stable: precisely what a nervous administration would want to see after the disaster that had struck the city. She paused, and then rapidly leafed back through the papers.
“You see it, don’t you?” O’Connell asked, mournfully.
“Yes,” Lois whispered. “Yes, I do. Jimmy? Get a picture of this!”