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Triaxx2: Good pun! As to why Duff blew the house up: the main reason was because that was the quickest and easiest way of eliminating any threat from that direction, since some of the house's staff were armed. A lesser consideration is that an explosion in an upscale neighborhood would create a diversion. Also Duff, like many villains, tends to overdo things anyway.
Maggie Sawyer allowed a tiny smile of satisfaction to touch her lips as she surveyed the scene before her. Armed with the information Kim Possible had provided, Sawyer had obtained search warrants for thirty-two locations in and around Metropolis. At dawn strike teams from the police and sheriff's departments, backed up by state troopers and federal drug agents, had swooped down on Intergang's marijuana farms. Discretely arresting everyone on the list of moles had allowed the subsequent raids to achieve complete surprise. Resistance had been minimal, with most of the people at each farm surrendering without a fight. Only here had there been any serious trouble. Possible's tech friend, in the course of sifting through that data he'd obtained from Intergang's computer network, had discovered that one of the farms was shipping out its most recent harvest this very morning. He had also discovered that extra security was going to be on hand, in the form of an Intergang Enforcement Squad backed up by an unnamed metahuman.
Sawyer had decided to take personal command of the raid on that farm. In addition to the thirty regular officers detailed to it, she'd added a half dozen of her best SCU members. Kim Possible and her partner had insisted on coming along as well. Team Possible's reputation such that Sawyer hadn't hesitated, despite their youth. She reckoned they were at least as good as any of her own team. And of course, there was Supergirl. The raw power the Girl of Steel brought to the table was a great comfort, but paradoxically, Supergirl was the one member of the raid Sawyer had hesitated at including. What little Sawyer knew about Supergirl suggested that she was impulsive, cocky and headstrong - all bad qualities for a team player. She had assented reluctantly, and had asked Supergirl not to show herself unless and until the 'unknown metahuman' made his appearance. To Sawyer's surprise Supergirl had agreed, hadn't even voiced an argument. And she'd done good service, too, in her supporting role, scanning the farm, pinpointing the Intergang personnel and detailing their numbers and equipment. The only thing she hadn't been able to do was locate the metahuman.
"So either he's right out in plain sight, and I just don't recognize him," she'd explained, "Or else he's really well hidden."
"Wonderful," Sawyer had grumbled. "I hate unknown quantities."
They hadn't been able to wait, though, so they stormed in anyway. The Enforcement Squad had fought, hard and well, to try and buy the others a chance at escape. It hadn't worked. They were too badly outnumbered, and the ultimate outcome quickly became apparent. That was when the metahuman had showed her hand.
Sawyer's mouth puckered in distaste. Leslie Philips, AKA Livewire. The shock jock turned supervillainess had gone through Sawyer's team like a scythe through wheat. She hadn't killed any of them, thank God, but she was more than a match for the SCU. Even for Supergirl. The teenager had charged into the fight with all the arrogant cockiness Sawyer had feared. And Livewire had lit her up like the Fourth of July. The blast hadn't done any permanent harm but it had apparently hurt like hell, if Supergirl's scream of pain had been any indication. Livewire calmly announced that that had been 'just a warm-up' and then hit Supergirl again. And again, while police and criminals alike cowered and held their hands over their ears as an endless thunderclap roared around them.
Supergirl had come out on top, barely, and only by managing to repeat Superman's trick of shorting Willis to ground, then clapping the stunned woman into the special containment vessel the SCU had brought along before she could recover. Now Supergirl was leaning against the hood of a police car, holding a steaming cup of coffee and eyeing the two aspirin a paramedic had just handed her. She didn't look cocky any more.
Kara sighed, then tossed the pills into her mouth, swallowed, and chased them with a gulp of coffee.
"Those'll work for you?" Kim asked from where she sat, next to Ron.
Kara looked at her. "Sure, why wouldn't they?"
"The whole invulnerability thing?" Kim motioned.
"Oh, that," Kara said absently. "Somehow it knows when it needs to kick in, and when it doesn't. I can't explain it."
"Weird," Kim agreed. Then she frowned. Kara looked down. Patting Ron on the arm she stood up. "What's bothering you?"
"I don't like to lose. I never have, and it always puts me in a funk," Kara explained.
"But you won," Kim protested.
"I got lucky." Kara inhaled deeply and breathed out forcefully. "She was going to kill me," she went on turning to look at Livewire, who sat sulking in the containment vessel while she waited to be moved to the special holding center on Riker's Island.
"Look on the bright side," Kim persisted. "You didn't panic, you kept your head, and when an opportunity presented itself, you took her down."
"That's right," Ron chimed in, and Kara smiled at him. "Thanks guys, and don't mind my mood. They never last very long. I'll be fine in a few minutes." Her eyes flicked to Ron's arm.
"Looks like the doc did a good job when he sewed that up," she commented. "How's it feel?"
Ron glanced at the bandage encircling his upper left arm. Early in the raid he'd been grazed by a bullet. It had barely brushed him, but as it had the supersonic projectile had torn back a flap of skin. Kim had been freaked when she saw his bloodied arm, but Kara hadn't been. It was strictly a superficial wound, messy and painful, but it looked a lot worse than it actually was.
"It stings a bit," he admitted, flexing his arm, "And I'm guessing it'll hurt like heck when the local wears off, but I'll live."
Kim put her arm around his shoulders and laid her other hand on his chest.
"Never, ever, get shot again Ron," she commanded firmly.
"Next time I'll have 'em shoot me in the head. That way I won't get hurt," he joked, grinning goofily.
Kim poked him
"Not funny!" Kim said sharply, and Ron started. His expression became serious.
"As a wise man once said, 'You can wear a flak jacket, two helmets, and armor underwear, but when your time is up, your time is up.' So there's no sense worrying about it," he said, fixing her with a cool stare. Kim wilted.
"I know," she admitted, laying her head on his shoulder. "I just don't want to lose my best friend." He put his good arm around her waist and gave her a reassuring squeeze.
"No big, K. P., I knew what you meant," he said lightly, then looked up at Kara and gave her a 'see what I have to put up with' look. Kara had to put a hand to her mouth to hide a smile. She walked over to Lieutenant Sawyer, who was regarding the two with a speculative gaze.
"I thought they were just friends," the older woman observed in a low voice.
"That's what they tell me," Kara said in a quiet, yet cheerful voice, "but I-"
"Lieutenant Sawyer!" a deputy called from the radio van.
"What is it?" she demanded, her voice suddenly fully professional.
"There's been an explosion in Edgewood Heights, flying robots are attacking the downtown, and Duff Killigan's airship has been sighted over the city!" he exclaimed.
Kara's head snapped around. Once glance with telescopic vision was enough to confirm the report.
"I got the robots," she announced, then leapt up and forward and vanished like a shot from a gun.
"And I'll get Killigan," Kim added grimly. "Ron, my flying pack!" The two hurried to the car they'd ridden in. Ron took a large item from the trunk and helped Kim put it on, then began shouldering on his own.
"What are you doing?" Kim demanded.
"Getting ready," Ron replied, looking a bit puzzled.
"You aren't coming," Kim stated flatly.
"Why not?"
"Ron, your arm!" Kim snapped.
"It's just a scratch," Ron snapped back. "I've been hurt worse, and so have you."
Kim bit off a reply. He was right, and this was no time to start worrying over him like a mother hen. He was a big boy, and could take care of himself. She hoped.
"Fine," she relented, taking the control grips in her hands and pushing a button to deploy the wings and start the engine. Ron followed suit. The packs were the latest generation. Empty, they weighed two thirds as much as the ones Ron and Kara had used in the Pacific the year before. Fully loaded they weighed a trifle more, putting the entire difference into more fuel, enough to triple their endurance. She hoped it would be enough.
"Be careful you two," Lieutenant Sawyer cautioned, shouting to make herself heard over the engines.
Kim cinched the strap on her helmet.
"We always are," she shouted back, then, "Come on Ron." As Sawyer stepped back, Kim fire walled the throttle and went roaring straight up. She didn't even have to look back to know Ron was hot on her heels.
Lieutenant Sawyer turned to the lieutenant from the sheriffs department who was her tactical deputy.
"Take over here and tidy up; I'm going back to town." Without acknowledging his nod she jumped in a car and sped off. Whatever was happing, she hoped Supergirl and Team Possible would be able to handle it.
