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It'd been a few days and Clark had spent most of them listening into the various communications going through the city. It hadn't allowed him to finish a story on his own, which had had Perry on his ass, but thankfully Lois had his back and had insisted that the two of them were working on something entirely worth the loss of a column or two.
Lois had stayed over until they called her to tell her that she was allowed to go back to her apartment. She'd given the officer over the phone a bit of a Talking To over how long it'd taken them to allow her back, but she'd hung up the phone and flopped on the couch and stayed an extra day because she'd gotten to enjoy the company of the two men. Getting to know Jim had been especially fun, more so than she'd thought it would be.
But the idea of going home wasn't exactly pleasant when she knew there was at least one spot where a man had died in the middle of her living room, so she waited until Jim got home from work and Clark had informed them that the HYDRA chatter machine seemed to be quiet before she proposed that they bring her back to her apartment.
The second they walked in, Clark typed on his phone and showed the message to both of them.
The Room Is Bugged. Center lamp. Kitchen table. Bedroom.
It'd been a few days and Clark had spent most of them listening into the various communications going through the city. It hadn't allowed him to finish a story on his own, which had had Perry on his ass, but thankfully Lois had his back and had insisted that the two of them were working on something entirely worth the loss of a column or two.
Lois had stayed over until they called her to tell her that she was allowed to go back to her apartment. She'd given the officer over the phone a bit of a Talking To over how long it'd taken them to allow her back, but she'd hung up the phone and flopped on the couch and stayed an extra day because she'd gotten to enjoy the company of the two men. Getting to know Jim had been especially fun, more so than she'd thought it would be.
But the idea of going home wasn't exactly pleasant when she knew there was at least one spot where a man had died in the middle of her living room, so she waited until Jim got home from work and Clark had informed them that the HYDRA chatter machine seemed to be quiet before she proposed that they bring her back to her apartment.
The second they walked in, Clark typed on his phone and showed the message to both of them.
The Room Is Bugged. Center lamp. Kitchen table. Bedroom.
