Chapter 10
While Supergirl was on the mend, the enemy was indeed plotting their next move. Despite losing her brother, Otis, Mercy Graves was not discouraged from the task at hand. The bomb had proven to those who questioned her, she was not playing around.
"What we've done so far is just small potatoes. People are listening and they're waiting for our next move," her right hand man, Larry said. The two were sitting in their new hideout – an abandoned home in a not so good neighborhood. No one would be keeping an eye on them there.
"Good thing I have something planned then, isn't it?" Mercy gave him a look.
"Can it be accomplished without Otis?" He wanted to know.
"It's bigger than the two of us, if that's what you mean," Mercy frowned.
"Then I should put out a call to the boys. If you give them a reason, they'll do what you ask," Larry said.
"Are they ready for battle? We're going to need all hands on deck," she said.
"Say the word and they'll be there," he nodded.
"We'll need more planning than that. Have everyone meet at the secondary location tomorrow morning. There's no going back from what we're about to do. If it works, there'll be a new dawn in not only National City but the whole country. If we fail, then there's a good chance we'll all be dead," Mercy told him. Her words didn't seem to faze Larry, a former ironworker whose job had been shipped overseas. Many of the guys he'd managed to wrangle were in the same boat. They believed that aliens had stolen their jobs or that alien technology had stolen their jobs with improvements in manufacturing or even materials. Their anger had turned to rage which blinded them. That rage transformed into hate and Mercy Graves knew just how to use it. Together they would attempt to "fix" things. Though none of them realized their feelings had blinded them and that they were just pawns in Mercy's game.
"Colonel Haley, the President said to expect you," Alex tried to gauge just what kind of woman and soldier stood before her. They had met inside the conference room for some privacy.
"I imagine she did. She fought hard to let you continue to run this organization and I have to wonder why," the African-American woman in her military dress uniform replied.
"I have been part of the DEO for many years. While my promotion was unexpected, I am not incapable of handling myself and this organization. We have a job to do and I intend to make sure we do it," the redhead fired back.
"How has that been working for you? You're best asset lies in the medical lab after someone managed to get their hands on Kryptonite," Colonel Haley fired back.
"The only reason that someone got their hands on the Kryptonite is because it's not authentic Kryptonite," Brainy stood in the doorway, he hadn't bothered to knock. Truth of the matter was he had the conference room bugged, knowing that Alex would head in there for privacy.
"It seems to have the same effect," Haley raised an eyebrow.
"When the DEO came in contact with shards of Kryptonite, they collected it and stored it. Some was used for research but most of it was destroyed. The rock has affects not only Kryptonians but humans as well. It has been shown to mutate human DNA. So when this sample was analyzed it was discovered to be impure. I then ran further tests and they show the Kryptonite was synthesized," Brainy continued.
"Synthesized?" Haley raised an eyebrow. Alex clenched her fists.
"Now we know why Mercy and Otis Graves broke into L Corp," the redhead was fuming.
"Yes we do. They stole the bomb design and the Kryptonite. My guess is that they kept some more for themselves and then had our dark web buyer attempt to sell the rest," he said.
"Well we have his stash so now we need to talk to Lena," Alex's anger was near the boiling point.
"I already detained her for you," Brainy smirked.
"Good, let's go," the redhead said.
"We're not done here," the Colonel objected.
"Yes, we are," Alex said before leaving the room, Brainy in tow.
To Be Continued…