Post by Oracle on Aug 10, 2008 0:16:38 GMT -8
"The man with the plan" was what the banners and flyers read. Lex Luthor's smiling face could be seen right next to them. That was his motto and what he was sticking to.
Luthor for President!
Deja vu, anyone?
Barbara silently rolled her eyes as she wheeled herself around Luthor's campaign office dropping off letters and invoices to selected members of the campaign. It was early in the afternoon and still had a few hours left of work for the day before she could head back to her cozy hotel room.
What I wouldn't give to be back in Meteropolis in my own bed....
Working for Cobblepot seemed to be doing her a world of good in some cases. She was actually able to be a bit more active as well as keeping her eyes and ears out for anything suspicious. The past few months really haven't yielded much... especially on Cobblepot's end. However, maybe things were yet to pick up now. Especially since Cobblepot was backing Luthor-- hence the whole reason as to why she was there.
Making her way around to one of the desks toward the end of the hall, she stopped.
Kuttler, N.
Something about that last name.... why couldn't she put a finger onto it?
Why couldn't Copplepot just call him instead of having me hand deliver something?
She shrugged it off and placed the letter carefully into the basket. As she glanced to the desk, she raised an eyebrow. With everything looking so neat and in it's place she had to wonder if the letter's recipient even planned on coming by to collect his mail. It looked as if he never had even used the desk--
Maybe it would be better to check up with Cobblepot just to be certain. Pulling out her cell, she hit speed dial and waited for an answer.
Luthor for President!
Deja vu, anyone?
Barbara silently rolled her eyes as she wheeled herself around Luthor's campaign office dropping off letters and invoices to selected members of the campaign. It was early in the afternoon and still had a few hours left of work for the day before she could head back to her cozy hotel room.
What I wouldn't give to be back in Meteropolis in my own bed....
Working for Cobblepot seemed to be doing her a world of good in some cases. She was actually able to be a bit more active as well as keeping her eyes and ears out for anything suspicious. The past few months really haven't yielded much... especially on Cobblepot's end. However, maybe things were yet to pick up now. Especially since Cobblepot was backing Luthor-- hence the whole reason as to why she was there.
Making her way around to one of the desks toward the end of the hall, she stopped.
Kuttler, N.
Something about that last name.... why couldn't she put a finger onto it?
Why couldn't Copplepot just call him instead of having me hand deliver something?
She shrugged it off and placed the letter carefully into the basket. As she glanced to the desk, she raised an eyebrow. With everything looking so neat and in it's place she had to wonder if the letter's recipient even planned on coming by to collect his mail. It looked as if he never had even used the desk--
Maybe it would be better to check up with Cobblepot just to be certain. Pulling out her cell, she hit speed dial and waited for an answer.