Lead into the office by the secretary, Lois' sharp blue eyes gaze around
the room, taking in everything at once, before they fall upon Harold. A
cool, and quiet calm surrounds her, ever professional journalism attitude.
Her mouth is formed into a polite smile, not so much to seem vacant, but
enough to remain friendly.. for the time being. She pauses only long
enough to wait for Clark to enter as well, before she speaks. 

Lois Lane looked at you.

        Her hair is a cashmere tanglewood of brown which turns copper
under sunlight and platinum under fluorescents, adding an unexpected
metallic sheen to her plain nature. The strands drop down to her
shoulders, snipped at various intervals so as to ap pear stylishly ragged. 
She has an aquiline nose with an insouciant tip, a blunt, foxlike chin,
and flashing blue eyes filled with her inner fire. The sapphire orbs, with
their long black eyelashes, dominate her face, expressing each emotion,
while showing the sharp intelligence that lie beneath. She stands a little
over five-foot six, with a lithe and slender form. Her musculature sings
of practice, exercise, and wire. 
        Dressed in a tailored, black business suit, giving a more
professional look to her appearance. The pitch black skirt hangs down to
her knees, forming along her thighs, in a respectable manor. She wears a
pair of black pumps, which give a few inche s to her height. A white silk
blouse can be seen tucked into the skirt, the high necked fabric is loose
fitting, with a long sleeved, black blazer drapped over it. 

Harold(#1120Pfces)

This is a man in his late forties or early fifties, as can be seen in the
faint lines on his face and the grey that extends upwards from his
temples, but little other indication elsewhere. He is fit and
athletic-looking, and his suit is a well-tailored se date dark blue with a
black silk tie. Rimless glasses with gold frames rest on his nose, and his
eyes are a clear and mild green. His voice is equally mild and clear,
rolling and infinitely expressive and rich. When he speaks, his hands
emphasize and articulate his meaning clearly, and his whole manner,
casual and nonchalant, does little to disguise the charisma that seems to
draw attention to him. 

Harold looked at you.

Harold stands behind his desk, looking out across the city, as the pair is
shown in. His glasses glint in the late afternoon sun, giving his face a
sharp outline against the window. 

Following a few steps behind Lois, Clark enters, hat in hand, notepad and
pencil in the other. As Lois faces its denizen, Clark glances around the
room quickly, dipping his head on occasion to peer over his glasses in a
somewhat odd gesture. Finally he straightens slightly, pushing his glasses
back up with the knuckle of his index finger of his hat hand. 

Clark Kent pages: You got any recording equipment, cameras, etc., not
behing lead? :) 

From afar, Clark Kent checks for Eli's, too.;)

Harold turns. "Ms. Lane. Mr. Kent. So good to meet you both." He extends a
hand towards Lois first, smiling genially. "Harold Dayton." 

Long distance to Clark Kent: Harold has a sound recorder, switched off.
Phone is not bugged, room is clean. 

You paged Eli with 'Are you watching with the binocs or outside?'.

Taking the first few steps forward, Lois' heels mark her progress over. 
"Good afternoon, Mr Dayton." Her own hand extends, offering her firm grip
to be shook. Those sapphire orbs offer a politeness to her expression, as
her mouth switches from polite, to genuine in response, the corners
tugging upwards. "Thank you, for taking the time to see us." She pauses
just a moment, glancing at Clark through the corner of her eye, before she
shifts her eyes back onto Harold.

From afar, Eli supposes he'll be watching with the binoculars.

Long distance to Eli: Harold nods....Supes just did a quick scan, but I
doubt if he bothered to do telescopic. 

Harold shakes Lois' hand, then Clark's. "Not at all." he says. "I'm an
avid reader: the honor is all mine." He gives a charming smile. "Please,
have a seat." 

Fumblingly adjusting the objects in his hands, and taking a step forward
to offer his right, then glancing over, and then waiting for Lois to shake
first, before offering his as well. The moment the hand is free, however,
he takes the moment to reach up to make a brief, slight adjustment to his
glasses, which must fit horribly. Hand shook, her takes a seat, setting
his hat in his lap and readying his notes with a glance to Lois to start
things off. 

Harold thinks . o O (Feeb. But good on the '88 Convention.)

Harold face does not betray his thoughts in the least as he sits down
behind his desk. 

Long distance to Eli: Harold is meeting with Clark + Lois, they shook
hands, they sat down. 

Carefully sitting down, Lois settles into the chair, one leg crossing over
the other, bent at the knee. Her own notepad carefully opened, as she
rests it comfortably on her leg. Brushing her hair to one side, her eyes
snap onto Harold, as she begins. "If we may take a few moments of your
time, we'd like to discuss one of your clients, a Miss Dinah Lance." She
pauses, watching Harold's expression, before continuing. 

From afar, Eli listens to The Rascals on the radio while he and another
Knight sit around eating teriyaki chicken take-out and stare out of their
window. :) 

Harold taps his finger on his top lip twice. "Certainly." he says. "I
would have to keep my remarks off the record in some instances, but I
think you have a good insight into the case, overall." 

Head nodding in response, Lois offers a soft smile, "Indeed, I was
fortunate enough to speak with Miss Lance, recently." Her hand grapples
with the pen a moment, as she scribbles the ink onto her paper, making
sure its working, before continuing. Her eyes once again scan Harold's
face, watching for any change of emotion. "Is it true you have taken her
case, and will be representing her at the manslaughter hearing?" 

You say "The Justice League internal hearing, yes. The League doesn't have
the power to actually prosecute for manslaughter, but it can regulate it's
members and make recommendations to the New York District Attorney's
Office." 

With a slight glance to Lois, a smug grin crosses Clark's face at this
point. He has all the poker face of a five-year-old who just got a new
bike. His own pen touches paper as he awaits the reply, then makes the
briefest of shorthand notes. Finally, he butts in, speaking without
warning, "Do you know the current whereabouts of your client, Mr. Dayton?" 

Taking only a brief moment to jot this down, Lois' gaze darts to Clark,
watching him quietly, as she shifts in her chair. Her mouth shuts closed,
before her eyes snap onto Harold, waiting the response. 

Harold blinks. "I believe so. The last time I spoke with her was yesterday
morning. She was under house arrest in the League facility." He leans
across slightly. "Is there something I should know?" 

Jotting down some further notation, Clark glances up, "I think so. Ms. 
Lance was freed from Justice League custody earlier this evening by
Parallax, the former Green Lantern. From the security footage released
toGBS on exclusive....which I managed to get ahold of a bit early, this
took place wholly against her will. I thought you would have been notifies
by now." He goes back to pencilling in his notes. 

Waiting, still for Harold's response to Clark's 'news', Lois keeps her
steely blue eyes onto the man behind the desk. Shifting her notepad around
in her lap, her pen jots a bit of her sloppy short-hand down, before her
pen falls as silent as herself. 

Harold coughs. "She was -freed-, you say. Against her will? No, I was not
notified." He looks at the phone on his desk just once. 

Darting, finally, into the conversation, Lois inclines her head, the soft
chestnut curls dancing around her face at the motion. "Perhaps." She
begins, before her voice grows in intensity. "You'd like to tell us, what
you do know." Her gaze shifts from Harold, to eye Clark just for a moment,
hoping he doesn't mind her asking this. The eye contact is fleeting, a
momentary glance into his eyes, before she turns her attention fully onto
Harold. 

With a slow nod, Clark turns a page in his notes, returning Lois's glance
briefly, then preparing to begin anew. He pauses, flips back, nods
silently to something, and then flips back, looking up at Mr. Dayton over
his glasses, pen nib to paper, grin still on his face, only slightly less
smug. 

Harold says flatly, his eyes suddenly flashing, "Just a moment, do you
mind if I confirm this? I assure you it won't take a minute." 

You paged Eli with 'From the window, Harold has just been shocked. Now
he's about to make a phone call.'. 

Hand waving to the phone, Lois states, calmly enough. "Please, do so."

From afar, Eli hmms. "If we didn't bug the office or tap th' phone,
perhaps we can simply trace the call..." 

Harold picks up the phone and presses a single button. "Yes? Hello, this
is Harold Dayton. Put me through to Dinah Lance's cell, please. She did. 
Yes. Uh-huh. And nobody called me. Well, that's fine. No, that's all
right. I'll call again later." He sounds perfectly calm and genial on the
phone, but his features are somewhat tight. 

You paged Eli with 'Whatever it was, it wasn't on one of the public lines,
it was on one of the secure lines.'. 

Watching Harold, Lois' gaze remains ever the polite, and formal attitude,
she's come to rely on. Mouth set into a straight line, she once again
adjusts her notepad, making no signs of nerves, or agitation. One eyebrow
lightly arches upwards, as she simply waits.. though she hates to wait,
her impatients causing a mild shift again, as her knee swings once, before
stopping. 

Harold puts the phone down. "Well." he says. "Give me just a moment." 

Nodding again, and having to wait, more, Lois simply states, "Of course."

Harold rises from his desk and looks out the window again, sighing a
little. He takes off his glasses and polishes them absently with a dark
blue handkerchief. As he replaces them, he looks over them at the pair. "I
can confirm, as I'm sure you already know, Ms. Lane, that she was removed
against her will. You and I both know that she wanted the hearing to take
place, and wanted to remain in League custody until that time." 

Notepad forgotten, Lois nods to Harold's words, thinking back on the
interview with Dinah. Her convictions for the hearing, and her words on
Superman and the League's decision. She has no need to doubt that she was
lying, it was truth that Dinah spoke. Her thoughts driting back to the
present, her eyes dance over to Harold again, remaining seated, as she
states. "Miss Lance stated as much to me, during the interview." 

Cocking an eyebrow even above the upper rim of his glasses, Clark makes a
notation, then rejoinders, "That's interesting...." He looks to Lois
quickly, then to Harold, "Because...according to a source...there are also
surveillance tapes in which Ms. Lance told Oliver Queen that she was
planning escape. You deny this, then?" 

Harold sits back down. "And so, this action by...Parallax, was it? Yes,
Parallax, amounts to nothing less than kidnapping, even though she was
removed from detention. Since kidnapping is a Federal offense, I think
that a full investigation should be undertaken, and will recommend to the
League that charges be pressed, unless there is some extenuating
circumstance that we do not presently..." He looks at Clark. "I can't
comment. She probably told Mr. Queen quite a lot: they were very close and
had only recently been reunited. Not a situation conducive to rational
discourse. And didn't -you- tell -me- it looked as if she were being
transported against her will?" 

There is a brief pause, as Lois' professionalism drops completely, her
head snapping over to Clark, giving him a /look/ that speaks more than she
cares, though perhaps.. only to one that truely knows her expressions. 
Shifting in her seat some, mouth forming a quiet line, and /hating/ above
anything else to have been kept in the dark about this. She fumes quietly,
her eyes leaving Clark, to snarl down at her notepad. 

Long distance to Eli: Harold was agitated over the phone call, and stood
up and looked out the window for a while. Then he seemed calm, polished
his glasses, and sat back down. 

Clark shifts in his seat slightly, and reaches up to adjust his glasses,
"I did say that that was how it appeared. I didn't say that I knew that to
be the case. I have questions. She seems to have been telling the two of
you one thing, and Mr. Queen another. So...you have no knowledge of her
having any desire to evade capture or confinement?" 

From afar, Eli hmms. :) I'm gonna call the home office and see if
anybody's been pushing buttons with the Joint Chiefs recently. 

You paged Eli with 'Not recently. Maybe he called the League.'.

Harold looks slightly sternly at Clark. "None, Mr. Kent." 

Clark Kent

        Clark stands about 6'1", and a bit round-shouldered, though this
appears more as an easy gait than a slouch. He wears a well-tailored suit,
let out into a rather open, wider cut that doesn't give you much
impression of his build, though his should ers are broad and this suggests
that he stays in shape. His short, raven black hair is cropped short
around the sides and to the back, with some length allowed on top, where
it is slicked back, and to the right side. His blue eyes seem somewhat
large, thi s fostered by the stylishly framed glasses resting delicately
on the bridge of his nose, and this giving an immediate impression of
openness and honesty. Now and again a wry smile plays across his lips. 
         Clark's suit is a mix of earth-tones, the coat a deep, rich,
brown four-button, the top right button being buttoned in the front. His
shirt is a well-pressed black, broken in the center by a yellow 'power'
tie, a subtle black design playing over its silk fabric as it run down to
end in his coat buttons. In one hand, he holds his now trademark brown
fedora, with the other hand frittering with the band a bit, and looking
about to put it on. His slacks are also impeccably well-pressed, and a
lighter shade of brown than the coat, hanging somewhat loosely to end in the well-polished brown loafers on his feet.

Eli pages: Are Clark and/or Lois looking calm?

You paged Eli with 'Yes, though Clark pressed an issue and is now
regretting it.'. 

Its with every ounce of pure will-power, that Lois backs up Clark on this. 
She goes with her hunches, and her hunches tell her Dinah wasn't lying to
her. Mouth set into a fine line, and hating to ask this, she starts to
speak, only no sound comes out. Closing her mouth, she shuts it, shifting
her pad around, as she starts in on something. "Earlier in the week, I was
approached by Mr. Butler, stating you'd like to speak with me, about Miss
Lance." She changes the subject, completely, she goes with her hunches,
and Clark can simply squirm. "Can you tell me, what you wished to speak
with me about?" 

Harold looks meditative for a short time, then says "Have either of you
been in contact with the NYPD? Strictly off the record." 

At this, Lois pauses. "Not recently, Mr Dayton, why may I ask, off the
record?" 

Harold nods. "It might be valuable to you. Though they elected not to
undertake an investigation, there are certain irregularities that I have
to confess have me quite puzzled. I showed Ms. Lance the pictures of the
alleged assailants, that is, the ones currently awaiting arraignment in
New York...and she said they were definitely not the men involved in the
attack. Obviously, this is all on deep background, I'm sure you
understand..." 

From afar, to (Harold, Clark Kent, Lois Lane): Eli tells his surveillance
partner to turn down the volume as 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight' comes onna
radio. He comments briefly about Lois's legs. :P

Eyebrows suddenly arching upwards, Lois leans in a bit, as she listens
closely. "Did you say, they are /not/ the ones she attacked?" Her voice
holds off her curiousity -barely-, as she watches Harold speak. "Of
course, understood.." She states absently, before she leans back up.
Slowly planting both legs upon the ground, to give her better balance, she
needs it. She ponders. "What are the police's opinion on this?" 

Harold shakes his head slightly. "Recall that the police have had no
access to her or her partner since the attack. hey never had a chance to
ask her, and since they are not stressing the investigation aspect of the
case, are unlikely to follow up closely unless, ah. Prodded. You
understand." 

Harold smiles at the pair fraternally.

Tapping her pen onto the notepad, Lois nods, slowly, fully understanding. 
Her mind working fast, and furried, as she thinks out the possibilities. 
Clark.. might notice that glint to her eyes. That sudden... passion
there.. that tends to come when she's thinking of something that'll
probably get her into trouble. "I..see." She states, again absently. 

Harold looks down at his hands. "Now, I can tell you -on- the record, that
I have hired several investigators to look into the various aspects of the
case, but that I have full confidence that a vigorous New York PD
investigation will clear my client fully."

Harold looks at his watch. "I'm very sorry, but I do have another
appointment. Feel free to contact me at any time." he says.