"All units! Move in!"
Every agent and officer in the vicinity sprang into action at the bark of the order. Sirens blared to life as men and women in uniforms sprinted out of the shadows racing to surround the group of men on the dock. Supergirl and Dreamer opted to keep their distance, just in case the strike team of well-trained FBI, DEO and NCPD couldn't handle it.
"I'm afraid we've been compromised" Henry informed his associates as they turned to greet the law enforcement upon their arrival. He was only guessing that he was being watched by a certain superhero capable of projecting her consciousness out of her body, but he assumed his guess was correct.
Christopher Smith's security detail raised their weapons pointing them at the police officers as they spread out in this cars and took positions, their firearms pointing back at them. "Put your weapons down and step away from the container!" Captain Sawyer shouted over her car door, her sidearm drawn aiming directly at the black man wearing glasses. "Drop your weapons, get down on your knees and put your hands on your head!"
"What is this?" Christopher hissed, looking at the Blacksmith accusingly. "How did they find us?"
"I do not know, but it's me they are here for" he replied, slowly raising his hands as they aimed their weapons.
Smith glanced at the open diplomatic pouch, cursing at their luck. "No, it can't end like this" he muttered, looking to his men. "I've still got too much work to do."
"And I've got a job to finish" Bloodsport agreed, staring down the officers surrounding him.
"Hands where I can see them!" of the of FBI officers shouted.
DuBois raised his hands, moving them behind his helmet where his fingers hooked into part of his armour. With a swift motion he pulled the items out, the twin pistols folding out into his palms ready to shoot the second he brought them around. The first volley of rounds scattered the approaching agents as two fell from gunshot wounds.
Mayhem ensured immediately after that as Smith's own detail opened fire on his orders, assault rifles spraying covering fire for the man in the white suit to scurry behind the container. Henry followed behind him as Bloodsport covered him, his armour blocking the return fire of the police officers.
"Son of a…" Maggie cursed as she ducked behind her car door, the window shattering from gunfire. Alex sprung out of her passenger side to fire her sidearm, the shots missing the gunmen as they took cover in or around the container. Maggie reached into the car and pulled the radio out. Backup at our position. Perimeter teams, they do not leave this dock!" she screamed.
Up above Supergirl and Dreamer watched the arrest turn into a firefight before their eyes. "Shouldn't we be down there helping?" Nia asked.
"No, stay back" Brainy advised, monitoring the situation analytically from above. "I calculate this battle will result in minimal casualties, with our side coming out in favour. DuBois is the tipping point but he's moving in a defensive formation to the back of the container with Irons. I predict they'll attempt to extract themselves in the confusion."
"So we let the police deal with the diplomat's gunmen and we focus on the mercenary" Kara nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
"Sounds like a terrible plan" Nia muttered.
"Don't worry, we can handle this" Alex assured her over the comlink.
Brainy's prediction turned out to be on the money as Bloodsport did indeed retreat to the back of the container to join his client as Smith, who was still wearing his domed helmet. The diplomat suddenly whirled on Henry grabbing his coat angrily. "How did they find us? If you've set me up..?"
"Step back!" Bloodsport growled, turning one of his pistols on the frantic man. Smith glared at the mercenary before begrudgingly letting the blacksmith go.
"I understand your position my friend" Henry said calmly, adjusting his glasses. "But arguing and pointing fingers will not solve our current dilemma."
"They'll have the docks locked down" DuBois said, folding away one of his pistols to retrieve another component attaching it to his other weapon. "We need a new exit strategy."
Smith glanced around the dock, finding a path to the ramp onto the cargo ship. "Fine, I think I can still help. But they get those weapons in my pouch my career is over" he warned.
"That's not our problem" DuBois shrugged.
"My mission is too important to be stopped" Smith snarled. "I will not let it end with me in some jail cell."
"Do you have a way out or not?" Henry asked impatiently, sensing their imminent arrest at any moment.
Smith scowled nodding. "Opposite side of the cargo side I have my yacht moored. We can use that to take us to a private airfield a few miles down the coast. I have friends who will help clear our way out of American airspace on my private plane. But it won't matter if I'm charged with smuggling weapons using my diplomatic privileges so this cargo cannot be left for them."
Henry sighed, nodding to Bloodsport telling the man "it won't be. All that work…such a shame" he sighed.
With a nod, Bloodsport groaned, attaching another component to his weapon extending the barrel and swapping the ammo type. "Fine, I'll cover you to the ship, and take care of the container" he said. Henry thanked him, waiting for the mercenary to swoop around and charge the police with his weapon up. Smith led the blacksmith around the opposite side making a sprint to the ramp.
Bloodsport's new weapon was akin to a heavy assault rifle, with armour piercing bullets to match as he fired a steady barrage at the police line punching holes in their vehicles. Officers and agents dived for the ground as the weapon ripped through their defences while their weapons continued to bounce off his heavy armour. He stormed around the container covering his client, who ran up the ramp with the security gunmen covering them. Alex spotted them and tried to hit them with her weapons, but Bloodsport's counterassault had she pinned as much as the others. Once he was in front of the open container he yanked a grenade from his bent, pulled the pin and tossed it behind him. The grenade destroyed the volatile weapons within, which in turn exploded destroying everything in the container. As the police covered their heads from the explosion he ducked into the smoke cloud to follow his client up the ramp.
Alex and Maggie rose up from their hiding place to cautiously give chase. They looked at the container of fire and sighed. "I'm getting sick of these guys blowing up the evidence before we can use it" Alex muttered.
On the deck of the cargo ship, Smith was racing along the bow mumbling curses as the container blew up behind them. "To think of all those wars I could've stopped with that shipment."
"I feel your pain" Henry echoed sadly. Some of his best work was in there. He looked at his ally curiously asking "why moor a yacht to the ship?"
Smith looked at him as if it was obvious. "You don't really expect me to spend three weeks on this cargo ship did you?" Henry chuckled. It was obvious. "I use the yacht to travel the globe, the cargo ships carry my supplies. Port authorities are still as stingy about inspections so it paid to be far away from my illegal smuggling when I travel."
"Wise" Henry nodded. "And this plane?"
"Will get us out of the country. As I said, I have friends. The kind who'll turn a blind eye to a small aircraft like mine carrying more passengers than it's meant to."
Their conversation was interrupted when Bloodsport came sprint back. "You're bloody container has been dealt with" he grunted.
"Good" Smith nodded. Now to just get away from this dumpster fire of a…"
Their conversation was interrupted again by a blur of red and blue and Supergirl landed in their path. The superhero had been staying back as ordered, waiting for the three of them to separate from the fighting so she could intercept them. Dreamer was not long behind, but Kara got here first thanks to her speed. "Henry Irons" she called, rising from her landing staring straight at the Blacksmith. "We need to talk" he growled.
Smith turned pale. "You didn't say anything about having superheroes after you" he whispered, signalling his gunmen to rush her.
They fired their guns but they bounced off her chest. She looked at them in bemusement before effortlessly disarming them and tossing them aside like ragdolls. Bloodsport slotted another component to the underside of his weapon, attaching another barrel which he swung up and aimed at the kryptonian. She reacted a split-second too slow and was suddenly hit by a condensed sonic cannon which launched her backwards along the bow of the ship. "Go, I'll take care of this" Bloodsport told them, pumping his weapon and stalking forward allowing the two men to retreat around the side of the ship.
Kara grunted in surprise. She wasn't expecting the sonic cannon. It did little more than knock her back so she floated back to her feet instantly. She turned back to find Bloodsport standing before her alone, sliding another attachment to his rifle which folded out into a rotating barrel. She fought the instinct to rush at him, wary of more surprises as she instead braced for his next attack; and endless volley of projectiles from the rotating barrel. She threw her arms up shielding her face as bullets rained upon her, bouncing off her skin like they were hail. She slowly advanced forwards under the fire, peering through her fingers at the calm mercenary who casually pumped another canister into his under barrel. When he was ready he fired it, this time launching that canister at her feet where it exploded with a cloud of green gas. Kara held her breath as she was engulfed in the kryptonite cloud, momentarily distracted long enough for Bloodsport to adjust his aim upwards, shooting out the chain holding a cargo container suspended on a crane above her. She glanced up and was gasped as it landed on top of her.
Bloodsport stood silently, reloading his weapon watching the container carefully as the gas spilled out from under it. He saw it move up before dropping back down. Supergirl would've had to instinctively exhale to lift it, breathing in the gas and weakening her to becoming trapped. DuBois nodded in satisfaction as he turned away leaving her under the large metal box.
While DuBois was fighting with Supergirl, Smith and Irons was running along the side of the ship towards the yacht, able to see it looking over the side. Smith nodded with relief until they were stopped by a pair of DEO agents in their paths. "Stop where you are!" they yelled, pointing their weapons at the two men.
Smith came to a stop in front of them, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed. Behind him Henry did the same, mainly because he'd failed to bring anything that could help in this situation in his coat. The agents came closer, repeating their orders. "Okay, okay" Smith nodded, carefully reaching up to his helmet. "Just let me take this off" he said, slowly removing the chrome helmet. He looked at the cautious agents as they came closer. "You know who I am right?" he asked them.
"Put the helmet on the ground and then put your hands behind your head" one of the agents barked, pointing his gun at him watching him carefully. Christopher nodded, slowly crouching down to put the helmet down. The agent's eyes glanced to the Blacksmith, who his partner was covering.
The moment his eyes left the diplomat the man sprung up and whacking him with the domed helmet. The agent went sprawling, surprising their partner who turned to see Smith leaping at them, catching their wrist and elbowing their face before disarming them. Once he had the gun in his hand he spun around, popped two bullets into the second agent's leg and one into their head. Then he turned and beat the first agent to the draw hitting him three times in the chest.
Henry stood in shock staring at the pacifist diplomat standing over the dead agents holding a smoking gun. His gaze was cold until he looked at the bloodstained helmet in his hand. "Not bad" he said with approval, looking back at the blacksmith. Henry cocked an eyebrow so Smith replied "the non-violence thing helps with negotiations. You'd be amazed how many warlords get lulled into a false sense of security if they believe you're not willing to fight back."
He led the way to the ladder leading down to the yacht, tossing the helmet down first before climbing down the iron rungs. Henry waited at the top so Smith could slip into the driver's seat and turn the ignition. Expect the engine sputtered but suddenly conked out. "What the hell?" Smith muttered, turning the ignition again only for the engine to refuse again.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible Christopher Smith" Brainy said, stepping out from the engine room holding the ignition cable. Smith stared at the man, who was without his image inducer, standing on his boat calmly proclaiming "you're under arrest."
Smith lunged at the alien, swinging his fist in a jab only to find Brainy dodging effortlessly aside, twisting his body to use the man's momentum to flip him over his hip and tumble over the side of the boat. He stood at the edge watching the man surface, gasping for breath flailing for support. He picked up a rope and tossed it to him, helping him back onto the yacht and into some handcuffs.
At the top of the ladder, Henry watched the altercation and immediately turned around only to run into a familiar face. "Ah, Miss Nal" he said as Dreamer stood in front of him. He chuckled as he straightened his coat, carefully calculating which of the handful of gadgets would assist him in this situation. He came to the conclusion, however, that the superhero was perfectly prepared for his tricks and thus would be unable to disable her in time. "I guess my associates were wrong" he chuckled. "Miss Danvers wasn't the one we needed to be concerned about. Can I assume it was you who found me out?" Nia didn't reply but the tug of her lips gave away her smile. He nodded. "It would seem I got careless."
"And now you're going to jail" he said confidently.
Before she could apprehend him however, she caught a glimpse of motion out of the corner of her eye and threw up a force field in time to block a shotgun blast from Bloodsport's rifle. She tumbled back, twisting onto her feet summoning a lance to swing at the mercenary. He deflected it with his rifle but she followed up with a construct sword which cut the assembled weapon into pieces. He yanked a sidearm from his hip and fired it at her, but she ducked under his arm and delivered a knee to his stomach. His suit took the hit and he grabbed her by the hair throwing her into the steel wall, hitting her head stunning her while he drew his knife. She managed to bring her hand up and catching his wrist, his weight pushing her to the ground. She used the momentum to drag him down and flip him over her, rolling on top to pummel his helmet with her fist. He flipped her of him, the pair of them rolling to their feet drawing or summoning weapons. Bloodsport hit Dreamer with a concussive blast from a two component sawn-off shotgun, the blast knocking the wind out of her as she stumbled onto her backside. Bloodsport quickly slammed another attachment to the weapon, the shotgun becoming a rifle armed with life rounds as he took aim and squeezed the trigger.
Nia would've been shot dead if Supergirl hadn't suddenly darted in front of the weapon, catching the barrel in her hand and crushing it in her palm. Bloodsport looked up in surprise as Kara, wearing Lena's gas mask on her face to protect her from the kryptonite gas he used, stood in his way glaring menacingly. He pulled the trigger again, the gun exploding in Kara's palm. She was unfazed as she slammed her other palm into his chest with enough force to send the mercenary hurtling backwards over the railing and into the ocean with a splash.
Supergirl and Dreamer both walked to the railing to follow his landing, watching him disappear into the dark water. They shared a look, both thinking they should make sure he surfaces. That is until they realise the Blacksmith had run off while they were fighting the mercenary. "Shit" Kara hissed, dashing off to find the man. Nia stayed at the railing, watching the water a moment longer before running off to back up her mentor.
Henry ducked into the ship itself to catch his breath. He could hear the footsteps and the barking through the metal and witnessed DuBois get throw over the side. He knew it was over, there was no escaping now. He found a quiet spot and sat down, releasing a slow breath calculating his next move. He knew what his clients would do the moment they found out he was in custody. He estimated he might get a day or two to live. Even if he refused to cooperate, they wouldn't take the chance. He sat back and thought about his family, the brother he didn't speak to, his nephew…then he thought about the son he never had, and the one he had gained. He took out his phone, regretfully typing his last message to him. I guess there won't be and after for either of us he sighed, pushing send.
Seconds later the door burst inwards and Supergirl was standing in the doorway glaring at him. He pocketed his phone and brought his hands up in surrender. She grabbed him and dragged him outside and slammed him against the wall where he was greeted by her friends, including Alex and Maggie who ran up holding him at gunpoint. "Miss Danvers. Delightful to see you again" he said politely. His gaze shifted to the young woman who was holstering her weapon, remarking "I don't believe we've been formally introduced."
"Captain Sawyer, NCPD" she replied, nodding to Supergirl to release him so she could spin him around and frisk him. She removed his coat and all the toys he had hidden before yanking his arms down declaring "Henry Irons, you are under arrest" before reading him his rights. All the while the superheroes had their eyes on him as he was dragged with the police officer off the cargo ship.