Clearing the air with solarsteel
The night had dragged by. For Chloe, anyway. The Watchtower was completely silent, Mia was in her room, Clark and Lois had fallen asleep on the couch and Chloe had grabbed her laptop and gone to her own room.
She spent then night looking for any kind of traces on where Oliver's body had been taken to. She'd watched hours of security videos, traffic cameras and everything else she could think of. Including the video of the training facility the afternoon Ollie was murdered.
There was no sound and there were points in which she couldn't see more than a foot or an arm. Every second of it had been horrifying. But she had to know. Had to see that he had managed to fight back at least some, had to see what the other man had done to him and how he had done it. Had to know how much he had suffered and if she could have stopped it or not. The one thing that comforted her about that video was that she could tell Oliver was gone long before the man was done with him. He had suffered, but not for long.
After that, although she did her best to keep on researching, she hadn't been able to focus on anything else. A quiet noise downstairs, around 5:30 in the morning snapped her out of her daze and she knew only one person was likely to be up at that time.
Quietly, she made her way to the top of the stairs and looked down, her suspicion being confirmed when she saw Clark standing by one of the windows. She made her way to him as quietly as possible and once she was standing next to him, she whispered, "we should talk."
She spent then night looking for any kind of traces on where Oliver's body had been taken to. She'd watched hours of security videos, traffic cameras and everything else she could think of. Including the video of the training facility the afternoon Ollie was murdered.
There was no sound and there were points in which she couldn't see more than a foot or an arm. Every second of it had been horrifying. But she had to know. Had to see that he had managed to fight back at least some, had to see what the other man had done to him and how he had done it. Had to know how much he had suffered and if she could have stopped it or not. The one thing that comforted her about that video was that she could tell Oliver was gone long before the man was done with him. He had suffered, but not for long.
After that, although she did her best to keep on researching, she hadn't been able to focus on anything else. A quiet noise downstairs, around 5:30 in the morning snapped her out of her daze and she knew only one person was likely to be up at that time.
Quietly, she made her way to the top of the stairs and looked down, her suspicion being confirmed when she saw Clark standing by one of the windows. She made her way to him as quietly as possible and once she was standing next to him, she whispered, "we should talk."