Pacing, yet another trait she seemed to have caught from her mentor, now partnered with a sense of a deeper worry. Her boyfriend hadn't returned and it had been three hours since she had heard from anyone. Finally on a last resort, she reached out for help from a friend she had most recently made when at the DEO. Five rings later, the line was picked up.

"This is Captain Sawyer, how can I be of service Dreamer." There wasn't time to beat around the bush, taking a deep breath and responding.

"Maggie Sawyer, this is Nia Nal."

"What can I do for ya Nia." One shivering sigh must have alerted her plenty. "What happened."

"Brainy was supposed to..you on a secure line?"

"I'm on my personal cell that Lane hooked me up with prime security on. Can't get more locked down than the military style. Talk to me."

"How much time do you have?"

"Where are you?"

"Check your phone." She punched in a 3, F, and $ then 37864 and hit send. Their codes were getting creative, that's for sure, but if that's what it took to spell out house then code away.

"I see you still want the same thing as always on the menu right?" She typed in the numbers in reverse order of the location and street, waiting for the correct sound when a heavy sigh was heard. "Two cheese and pepperoni right?"

"Might want to bring silverware, plates and napkins. I could use some drinks too." Their code was mutual.

"So one punch and three dew flave ones right?"

"I'd prefer four, but hey who's counting." One text popped up and with that single message, she knew things had gone from bad to worse.

"Have you heard the new one by LHC?" Unfortunately, a couple of calls and she hadn't heard anything back yet.

"I have. Twice."

"I might have to turn that up on my way over to ya. Give me about twenty and I'll have the pies. Later."

"Thank you." She decided to check on her mentor, relieved to see the blonde still asleep, just about to call the group again when her phone went off. Nia ran out of the room thankful she had put the phone on vibrate and not blaring with a ring tone, answering the phone hoping for good news. "This is Nia Nal."

"At ease Nal. It's the acting Secretary, so take a moment and breathe. I heard it in your voice. What's wrong." She explained through email about the absence of her boyfriend, the fact no one was picking up on their personal lines or for that matter the agency, then how she called Captain Sawyer as a last resort. "She's on her way?"

"I wasn't going to starve here on assignment." Hopefully, Lauren was quick to pick up on code words too. "You wouldn't by chance be able to look over the payroll calendar and check to see the next time I work would you?" They fired back responses through a secure chat window on a site sent to her, sending her concerns into panic overtime.

"Shows here the next time you work is three on Wednesday. Did you want to come in sooner?"

"The sooner the better, since hours have been kinda scarce with assignments."

"I will check with my boss, verify I can add extra hours and get back to you."

"Thank you, talk to you soon then. Bye." The minute their call ended, a message took its place and when she looked at the screen there wasn't any coming back from it.

661-267-9377

The sender wasn't who she had got off the phone with, the first or second time. She knew who the sender was but didn't open up the message at all, knowing if she did then what she attempted to hide would be useless. Unfortunately..

"Nia Nal." She didn't know who the voice belonged to, but it sure wasn't who she thought it was.

"This is she." She had to keep her voice calm and controlled, or the one she was on the line with would hear the panic instantly.

"I suggest you deliver a message. Tell them not to fly their gang colors anymore." Before she could respond to the robotic sounding voice, the call ended and with it another message popped up. This time, she didn't hesitate.

"Kiss my ass bitch." She dialed both lines and was grateful they picked up when she sent the numbers through to their emails. "Did you get it?"

"If it's who I think it is, 661-267-9377, No. One. Answers...is gonna be the LEAST of their worries."

"I suggest you plan for overtime Captain. I will be manually clocking you in."

"Affirmative. I clocked out at punch clock for lunch."

"That's fine. I'll get started on the logs now." She looked at the phone, shook out of her daze when she heard a shrieking from the bedroom. The minute she ran in, the blonde under the covers had bucked most of them off her and was thrashing about in shaking sobs.

"Kara? Hey. Hey Kar...it's Nia. Kara? Kara it's Nia. I'm here. Shhhh...I'm here." She moved to the end table by the bed, taking the weapon out of the holster attached to the inside of it. After everything happening, she wasn't going to take any chances. Once it was placed close enough to where she could reach, she re-positioned herself on the bed and almost immediately the Super had rolled to curl tightly against her. "Kara?" The kryptonian was whimpering and once more Nia felt her heart breaking into a million pieces. "I'm here. Rrip Nahn Vot Zrhythrevium. You're with family, Kara Zor-El." She was hoping she didn't sound like a complete idiot when pronouncing the words of another's culture. "Safe."

After a while Nia felt her phone go off and with the video feed acknowledging who was at the door, she carefully slid off the bed, after untangling herself from the whimpering hero to tend to unlocking everything for the company waiting for entry with a gun in one hand. Once her backup codes, given to her by Haley, were entered and someone else's put in on their end, the locks disengaged and with it she finally opened the door.

"Pullin' e Danvers hmm?" She mumbled over the pizza boxes, which Nal took care of removing from her hands. "Phew. I got the Chinese, no worries. How is she?" The Captain and Dreamer looked at one another and one grim expression warranted one of her own. "No change?" Both heard the cries from the bedroom, which had the petite woman unclipping her holster clip and carefully entering. "Got my six?"

"I do." Nia pushed the box of drinks inside and practically slammed the door as all locks engaged and secured, requesting her own and fingerprint verification. "Is she.."

"Shhhh...it's okay Little Danvers. It's just me and Little Dream." She would let the new name slide..for now. Instead she came back into the room with both food and beverages, carrying the basket of drinks and utensils, the bags and plates, all on the pizza boxes that she somehow was balancing pretty well. Carefully setting everything down and removing the firearm from where it was tucked into the back of her pants, she came over and sat down on the other side of their hero, reaching out to gently run her fingers through blonde strands. They flicked their gazes to one another, returning them to a shivering kryptonian with completely unbalanced eyes. "Safe Little Danvers."

"Ma..g..g...g...gieee. N...Ni...Niiiiaaa.." They hated to see, let alone hear the symbol of hope so broken without her own. What was being done to her was cruel, uncalled for and certainly something to be vengeful and calculating when it was time to dish it right back to the one responsible. Those hues of blues were so dulled and cast away from the light, it wasn't right and everyone knew it.

"This is.." She flicked her brown hues up then slid them back down, letting a full blown smile with dimples be visible to who was looking right at her. "Hey Little D." Careful not to upset who she was pulling into her lap practically, her fingers did the talking and who she was directing it at nodded to slide off the bed. "Messy hair kiddo." A brush was handed to her and a TV tray set by the bed with all of the Super's favorite fixings. She began to brush out the tangles gently, attempting to get the mane under control. "Theeeere you go. It's okay. Rest Little Danvers."

When both heard the whimpers stop, replaced with a slight snoring sound, they sighed but were relieved that she could fall back asleep a little more sound this time. Instead of leaving the room, they quietly ate and drank when necessary. Their concerns were solely on the one who was enduring the worst of punishments, she didn't even deserve. The Captain was just about to ask Dreamer something, when her phone buzzed and she motioned for the other hero to trade places with her. However..the minute she looked at her phone, the harshest of gut punches was directed squarely to hers with just if not more force, nearly causing her to drop on shaky knees. "Stay...with...her." She spoke with the softest of whispers, and her friend that had become another sister to her nodded in response.

When she knew she was safe to exit, her cursing switched topics or for that matter languages. "¡Carajo...CARAJO! ¡Hijo de puta! Joder….joder..joder...esa perra...ESA ZORRA!" She stopped mid pace of pure rage, taking a long forced deep breath in and holding it to slowly push it out just as forcefully. The minute her not so wonderful blood pressure, she was sure was rather high now, dropped some and she put her head back to press talk her world went up in flames and this time there wasn't any strength left to remain standing, hitting her knees as the tears escaped her eyes and ran like rivers down her face. "Wha was.."

"A luxury of calm is absent from both of us it seems. The agency was broken into. There are five other teams from different DEO bases in route to the main building. I've just entered the facility with my own team, discovering agents unconscious everywhere. So far there are no casualties. We are only missing one body so far. I'm sorry Captain Sawyer."

"It's..is it.." She knew if she said the name, her heart would shatter all over again, just like the day she said goodbye in her own stupid way when the engaged couple so very much in love split apart. "It's.."

"Yes. I have another team headed your way to extract you three from your current location and bring you to where I know you will be safe. I've got hazmat teams coming in to inspect the building, bring reinforcements for medical staff and my own private branch not even the former president was aware of. Until we know what we are dealing with, I would rather not endanger anyone here any further and remove them from the premises. To do so could do more harm than good and I'd rather not have anything else deter us from our mission. There is a Special Agent Tolsen and Gregg who will be the first to make contact with you there. I will send you two messages and one other one. Three in a five card draw, for nine minutes to, isn't the best of odds."

"Copy that." She switched her bluetooth earpiece over and tapped it on, allowing her to see her keypad. The minute she did, she cringed. Three...D, E or F. Five would be J, K or L. After calculating out the odds, she deducted the first two letters were E and L. For had to be another way of expressing the number four, providing three more letters and with them she figured out the next piece as her jaw tightened when she realized what it was. Looking at the nine and considering the last piece being the to for two, the name was spelled out and with it all attempt at calm had been replaced with a raging bull. "Are they…"

"Even though they were one of the most fragile in the pack, the condition has remained intact. That should be your company now. I'll stay on hold." She was cursing in more than just English and Spanish now, unclipped the holster again and removing her firearm from it as she headed to the door. Bitch was gonna BEG for death when she got through with her..


Both figures didn't expect the job to be so simple, but programming nanotechnology and changing the spheres to look like any standard DEO issued weapon was downright clever. Neither minded injecting the prototype into their own bloodstream, but now it was time to change tactics with a whole other formula of coldness.

"Set them on the platform." The taller of the two of them lowered the limp body onto the electrically charged slab, sending the shell into slight spasms which slowly calmed as the juice was lowered. "When it's safe, grab the suit and I will take care of the rest." They nodded and with their task at hand, the other opened the case with glee. "Time to play." One button pushed and the figure in all black with holes in particular places along the face, minus the rather appropriate heavy ball gag, was covered from head to toe in the spherical wonders. "No fool THIS time."

As the person was tightly restrained and the metal cart was wheeled over with the darker metal wardrobe, a tap of the cylinder and the paralyzing agent was injected where the covering slightly retracted at the neck. No other drug was needed when the nerve agent inhaled earlier did enough of the job for them. "Dress them."

"With pleasure." Even with their voices unrecognizable, the disdain was apparent in the malice of those two words. "The navigation is off, correct?" With the empty syringe tossed in the hazard bin, the switch flipped on to burn the evidence of such, they held up their black gloved hand giving a thumbs up. "Setting sail by the compass and sundial then?"

"Back to the middle ages now. I've burned away everything else but my two other full syringes to be used when the time is right. Our destination I've marked on the map in the captain's deck of El Yachting. Our destination will land us in the Cyclades shortly. My contacts will meet us at the Aegean Cove. I hope you've touched up on your Greek while we've been at sea." They returned the thumbs up and began to dress their captive in the armored attire.

"The cage will be ready then?"

"Indeed. Their underwater facility will provide us the right place to launch the holographic program and create the perfect spectacle for filming."

"I think we might be close." Even with the old school ways, solar replenishment to charge the capsules and power up the necessary thrust to sail along was crucial to get to their destination on time. The shorter of the two took leave and headed up to the dock, just in time to see their contacts on the absolutely breathtaking view at sunrise. With their Nikon in gloved hands, they took a moment to capture what would no doubt offer the first of many wonderful photographs to add to their newest scrapbook.

"We've got you set up in Mykonos!" Now, to transport who will be the downfall of everything those fools attempted to fix. One symbol to discredit and bring forth the ultimate destruction, coming right up…


Security had become maximum priority, upon learning how many systems were breached and the slight residue from the HVAC system. There were zero feeds of the abduction, hacked mainframes, firewalls exposed and infected with multiple viruses and nothing that was reported back to her provided any leads as to when and how their missing leader had been taken.

Just as another dreadful set of information had been given, two figures walked toward her, with the third carried in by one of the agents she had sent with his personally chosen team. Her eyes flicked right to the unconscious woman and sighed in both relief and concern.

"Thanks for the kidnapping." The shorter of the two now standing before her said.

"She barely ate, though she was gulping down fluids like no tomorrow. She's mostly been sleeping and seems to have calmed a little more with the Captain's arrival."

"Well...we have a major problem. All and I mean all of the blood work of theirs is destroyed. Dr. Hamilton's computer malfunctioned and we believe it was tampered with. It's being taken apart as we speak, but by the looks of it what they found isn't good." The Colonel explained, shaking her head and rubbing her face is frustration. "We need something...anything."

"GOT IT!" Their extra aid to get to the bottom of the anomalies in the Danvers sisters bloodstreams, held the smallest of devices in her hand, warranting several questioning gazes. "Gotta love the woman's paranoia." They couldn't believe what they were seeing in the psychologist's grasp but something told them they finally had the smoking gun.

"Not.." She lifted her hand and signed four, three, a trace of an R in her palm and finally another three. The small group nodded and when they knew it was safe, the one in charge walked them all passed several rooms, bringing confusion to those that followed. Luckily, the former Director had understood the push of the acting Secretary and snatched the frail hero up in his arms, following the rest of them to a secure location only a couple of them were aware of.

"Dare I...whoa." She whispered, stunned at what was before her after one simple key card was placed on a particular much darker hall and with it set in just the right spot, two panels slid back revealing a hidden door. With it open, she was one of several invited in. The moment everyone was inside, the same card was placed on the wall by the hidden door and just like that everything closed up. "How double O seven of you."

"What is in here?" Lamps suddenly turned on and with the illumination, they could see the corner and the medical equipment and cabinets that were needed to tend to the Super. "Damn."

"Thank the old Director. This was put in off the books after the World Killer incident. The panel to the left of the second cabinet will turn on the solar lamps. Use your code and scans for it Agent Hamilton."

"I take it this has better toys than even my wing?"

"We might have upgraded a few things given the situation after our little meeting." He explained and handed over a small tablet to the 12th-level intellect in order to speed things up. "Nothing here can be accessed outside the room, so whatever you have Dr. Olsen...we need..something. Anything."

"Where can I plug this in at?" She asked, pointed in the direction of whiteboard that slid back and revealed a monitor. "I need this in my place."

"We can't all have the niftiest toys Doc." The captain chuckled, yet hoped for good news or anything to offer them some kind of answers. "Is this where you tell me my ex was very retro-spy? Far too many British programs, Discovery Channel and SYFY nights I swear."

"Is that a compact recording.." She nodded and the Secretary couldn't be more grateful than she was at that very moment.

"This has about a week's worth of footage, but all we need is the last 24 hours. Tell me this thing is smart TV oriented."

"It can pull up computer files of any kind, password encrypted or not with the proper pass codes and open them." The Martian told her, handing her the small remote with a toggle swipe board. He looked at the Legionnaire and Naltorian, the psychologist, the main doctor of the DEO, the second in charge as well as the other former Director, the Captain, and acting Secretary with his last gaze landing on the other doctor and her younger daughter.

"I'm pulling it up right now. The minute she had come to briefly, she had me put one of these in the room she was occupying. One can access the other's recordings. I just need to...oh..my..god.." The minute the file was opened, their concerns were gravely apparent to each other.

On the screen, two figures in what looked to be hazmat suits had entered the medical wing and one of them was carrying a duffel bag that reminded the Colonel of her days in the military. The smaller of the two had pulled out a strange looking device and automatically the one in charge cringed. She knew that device quite well, considering the plans for it had been brought to her by the designer herself. When the IV fluids bag was replaced with what looked to be a glowing fluid filled one, Haley already knew what that warranted. A small oxygen looking tank and hideous mask that appeared to have locks on the back of it, was slid over the person's head and secured in place. The planning to this abduction was sickening and she as well as the rest of them knew what this entailed.

"Put a BOLO out for a Lena Kieran Luthor and James Xavier Olsen, effective immediately."

"With pleasure." Lucy didn't mind that request one bit.

"My apologies to you Dr. Olsen."

"I appreciate that Lauren, I really do. I just want to know how this was possible and how they could get passed all the security we have here."

"That..bitch has thirteen degrees and five PhD's in tons of shit. She's come up with anything and everything and is way smarter than that derelict of a psychotic brother of hers. This shit doesn't surprise me she found a way around all the high tech, top notch safety and security of this place." The Captain added and sighed with a slight shiver at the sudden whimper from the corner.

"Le...xi...Wa...Wa..Wai...A...Ao..oe.." The struggle to get words that should come naturally to her, terrified the group and triggered their urge to protect her at all costs.

"Oh my god.." The Naltorian snatched the tablet out of her boyfriend's hands and quickly went through the bluetooth settings, pairing it with the TV. "Not...good."

They all braced themselves for what was before their eyes on the TV..

"Provided by a viewer, who prefers to remain anonymous, is footage of National City's symbol of hope supposedly punishing another hero in a fit of rage."

Supergirl, or someone that looked just like her and was administering angry heat vision, upon the one known as Guardian. He was hanging by chains with wrists bound so tight there was absolutely no give to those restraints and all they could hear was the screams of pure agony coming from him.

"NO! NO KARA! NO SUPERGIRL! NOOOO NO IT HURTS! STOP PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU...STOP...AHHHHHHH!"

The one that hung over a strange cylindrical tank, now fell into what looked like blood nearly all the way to the top with how full it was.

"No more HUMAN heroes, GOT IT!" The voice was uncanny and just as disturbing to them.

"Our concerns of Earth's savior seem to be misguided. It appears that the last fight with Lex Luthor, may have finally taken its toll on Supergirl. We do hope, wherever you are, that when you step out again it will be to surrender peacefully. I advise you folks, if you do see the red and blue streaks, lock your doors and do not confront her. We will all morn the loss of Guardian and send our prayers out to Mr. Olsen's family."

With the end of the announcement, everyone looked away from the TV and to who lay helpless, unconscious and practically human. They knew the one on that footage wasn't Supergirl. The question was then...what in the galaxy, had just happened..?