The Talon. The American flag outside waves g'bye to MamaKent. Inside, a crazy person's desk. Hey, why does it look like my work desk so much? There are stacks of cards bearing a number and the famous Wes Keenan military jacket file from last week. The camera pulls back to reveal Lois sitting at her laptop. Chloe enters. She asks if that's the look of a reporter on the trail of a hot story. How sad that Chloe doesn't recognize that look anymore. I believe Lois is a character vampire. Chloe should get herself checked for bite marks on her neck. Lois says that right before Wes died, he kept repeating a series of numbers. He got them from Hurley. Before he posted them on Digg. Lois says the numbers have to mean something. Chloe suggests they were his serial number, but Lois says they don't belong to any armed services branch she knows of. She says she's plugged the numbers into every search engine on the Internet. Did you try Google? I hear those Internet types really love their Googles.
Chloe is glad Lois hasn't found anything. She warns Lois, having been up against the "Lex Luthor army" more than once, that it's easy to step on a landmine and victory is elusive. Lois sighs. She says she's The General's daughter (do we have to be reminded every week?) and that she lives for battle. "Not the kinds of battles you can't win, Lois," Chloe tells her. Chloe has really given up on life, huh? And journalism. And being able to talk sense into people. Chloe reminds Lois about what happened to her mother and says she doesn't want someone else she cares about to be hurt by Lex. Chloe asks her to back off. Lois, unconvincingly, agrees. Lois says Lex will get his; it's only a matter of time. She tears up one of about a hundred cards containing the sequence of numbers, as if that means a damn thing. Lois just sits there waiting for Chloe to leave. Chloe says she has to "Rocket to The Planet," which is the dance move that all the kids are doing now that the season is ending. It's the summer jam! Chloe visited the apartment for about 20 seconds. That's a brutal commute. Lois puts together the piece of paper Chloe just tore. The eight numbers are split down the middle. She adds circles and lines to "38529532" to create coordinates. "Longitude and latitude," she figures out. Lois is a genius! "No duh," she says to herself.