Episode Report Card Tippi Blevins: A- | 416 USERS: B YOU GRADE IT War Games
By Tippi Blevins | Season 9 | Episode 17 | Aired on 2010.04.09
Watchtower. Chloe's frowning at a computer monitor full of static. In fact, all the monitors around the Watchtower seem to be on the blink. She types something at her keyboard, but nothing happens. Clark super-zips into the room behind her. "Did you try the power switch?" he asks. The monitors are on, doofus. "Didn't you get my texts?" Chloe asks, ignoring his attempt at tech support. She says she lost Oliver as he was tracking armed men near the monorail. "No radio, no beacon, no nothing," she says, her tone increasingly panicked. Clark tries to reassure her that things are fine, and that it's nothing to worry about if Oliver doesn't check in. Chloe points out that, unlike Clark, Oliver follows protocol. Clark has no idea there is a protocol, which is sort of Chloe's point exactly. Everyone checks in with Watchtower, except Clark. Clark thinks about that for a second then sidesteps the issue and asks if Chloe checked nearby security footage. Chloe says every camera in the area went out. Just then, the static on the monitors gives way to video feeds. Chloe clicks on the feed of the monorail where Oliver disappeared. John Jones is crouched near the tracks, looking at something on the ground. "Well, your buddy system works," Clark says. Chloe frowns. "I didn't call him." While Chloe watches the monitor, Clark whooshes out of Watchtower and appears a moment later in the video feed beside John.
Monorail. John is surprised to see Clark. Clark explains he's looking for Oliver. John looks uncomfortable, which immediately sets Clark's mode to "asshole." His tone is accusatory when he asks if John knew Oliver was missing. John frowns. "He was here on patrol when Watchtower lost contact," Clark says. John is a surprisingly terrible liar when he says he's just there on police business. Clark suggests they work together, but John's hesitation makes Clark wonder if he's already found something. "You need to trust me, Clark," John says. The reflection from nearby lights makes John's face look greenish. Awesome. Clark X-rays a slight bulge in John's jacket pocket and sees an earpiece like the florist was wearing earlier. There's a number stamped into a piece of it. "What do you know, John?" Clark asks with a dramatic flare of his nostrils. John sighs, realizing what Clark's done, and tells him so in a disappointed voice. With that, his eyes glow red and he vaults straight up off the ground and into the foggy night sky. He pauses for a moment in front of the permanently full moon before zipping away, leaving only glowing red contrail behind him. Clark watches him go, all, "Aww, I wish I could fly!"