Lois Shuts Him Down

So engrossed was he, that he didn't see Lois Lane sit up. Didn't process what his eyes were telling him as she pulled his head out of her crotch. The last image she had from his mind was of her fist crashing into his left eye.

Five minutes later, Lois left the white room, wearing her admirer's shirt, pants, shoes, and labcoat...and with his security badge, car keys, and wallet. The clothes were baggy on her, the shoes loose, but it was something to cover her naked body. Once in the hallway, Lois opened herself back up to the surrounding "channels"...

...fuck, I think my period's coming on...

...why the hell did I pull a night shift?...

...subject 3 isn't cooperating, need to up her meds...

Lois focused on that one. She was getting the hang of this telepathy now. It was a bit like being at a party, everyone talking all at once, but she could selectively filter each conversation. And, as she got used to it, the reporter found that she could orient herself...get a sense of where the thought-stream was coming from, how close they were.

She walked down the corridor, doing her best to act like she knew where she was going as she listened in.

...Subject 4, what a cutie! I always did have a thing for Asians. I wonder if I can take some pictures for later.

It was a female "voice"—and the more she listened to it, the more began to conceive other impressions of the person she was tuned into. Young, college graduate, tired, needed to pee. The reporter glanced up and saw the sign for a women's restroom. Quickly, she slipped inside and locked herself in one of the stalls, closing her eyes to focus as she followed her target.

Security code 4-3-3-1...God, I should not have had that last cup of coffee, I need to piss like a racehorse.

Lois unlocked the stall as she felt her subject approach. Waited behind the door, timing seconds...and then opened the door.

They collided, Lois trying to exit as the other woman tried to enter. A brief dance, an apologetic smile, and then Lois was out in the hallway with the other woman's badge, having swapped it for the one she took off the first technician...and now she had the security code too.

Swiftly, Lois retraced the woman's steps. A turn and she was before a security door. Holding her breath, Lois swiped the card, punched in the code...and the door opened. The reporter allowed herself a little smile as she slipped into the lab.