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Kara screamed into downtown Metropolis at just under Mach one. She could have gone a lot faster, but there was the little matter of the effect supersonic shockwaves would have on the city's glass shelled skyscrapers. In her mind's eye she could see windows shattering as she hurtled past, sending a lethal crystalline rain toward the streets below.
'Stay subsonic, girl,' she told herself. She spied a robot ahead. It was moving fast, spraying short bursts of grenade and machine gun fire as it went. In its wake was a trail of burning vehicles and wounded (or dead) people. The robot took aim at a woman with a baby carriage. Kara zipped into the line of fire. The robot turned away and fired into a crowd waiting at a bus stop. Kara swore. Whoever had built the robots must have realized that their weapons would be no match for her, or rather, Superman, and had programmed them to not waste the effort. Heat vision lanced out. The robot burst into flames and fell to the street.
Kara looked around. Sufficiently dense or thick matter, whatever the kind, blocked her x-ray vision. The cityscape was a bewildering array of steel structural beams and rebar, and at street level, cars, trucks and buses. The drones were impossible to make out against that kind of background. Super hearing wasn't much good either. Engine noise and weapons fire echoed and reechoed in the city's canyons, making it difficult to tell what direction a sound was coming from. A robot rounded a corner ahead and made to fly past her. She clotheslined it, and it crumpled against her arm like a water balloon against a steel post. This wasn't going to be easy. Setting her jaw, Kara went hunting.
"There he is!" Ron cried, pointing. Kim looked in the indicated direction, saw the dirigible with its familiar tartan envelope, and nodded. Three armed helicopters in Metropolis Police Department livery were closing from behind, and Kim saw the twinkle of muzzle flashes as they spat automatic weapons fire at it. The airship spat back. One of the choppers turned away, trailing smoke. A second blossomed into yellow flame and plummeted earthward. The third darted past, pivoting as it did so, raking the gas bag and gondola before it too was blotted out of the sky.
Kim snarled, then noticed a fourth aircraft approaching, a hovercraft of some sort, with a lift fan at each corner. It was packed with men in familiar uniforms.
Intergang. Coming to Killigan's aid, no doubt. Well, she'd just have to show...
She blinked as the Intergang vehicle opened fire on Killigan's airship, and Killigan fired back. What the..?
Not sure what was going on, but determined to snare Killigan for herself, Kim gestured for Ron to follow and banked toward the Intergang hovercraft. She drew her grapple gun and gestured for Ron to follow suit. "Aim for the lift fans," she radioed. He nodded. Kim took aim and fired. The grappling head sped toward its target. Its prongs wouldn't deploy unless it hit something solid or Kim set the line, something she had no intention of doing. The tough, thin cable that trailed the head spooled out, and out, and off the reel inside the gun. Her shot was a little off, Kim noted critically, but in the end it didn't matter. The suction from the fan pulled the grapple into it. The cable wrapped around the fan's shaft and it seized up. All that angular momentum had to go somewhere, and it did, transferring to the hovercraft and spinning it around like a top. Kim gaped in horror as two men were throw off. She hadn't meant to... Ron missed, no surprise, since his aim point was suddenly whipped out of the path of his grapple hook. The hovercraft righted itself and headed toward Killigan again. Kim sighed with relief when the two falling men deployed parachutes. A streak of fire erupted from beneath the airship. A missile. It struck the Intergang vehicle, reducing it to a rain of blazing debris.
'I thought I'd killed them,' Kim thought numbly, gazing at the two parachutes. 'Instead, I saved their lives.'
"Let's go, Ron," Kim ordered, banking toward the airship. Ron was ahead of her, planing down, when a beam of hard blue light flashed out from the airship. The right wing of his flying pack disintegrated. With a cry of surprise and fear, he fell from sight. He, Kim knew, didn't have a parachute.
"NO!" The cry came from the depths of Kim's soul. The world went red as fury blazed up within her. Her eyes locked onto the airship. She charged. It was stupid, she knew. The beam would get her next, well before she reached Killigan. But it didn't. She closed, matched velocities, and hurtled herself at the open door of the gondola, folding the wings of her flying pack just in time to pass through it.
It was fortunate, she would decide later, that Killigan hadn't been there. In her rage, she would have killed him, and that was something she didn't want to do, ever. But he wasn't there. The dirigible was on autopilot. Killigan wasn't there. A bomb was. A big bomb, its timer nearing zero. Instinctively, Kim threw herself out of the gondola.
She waited until the blast wave passed to redeploy the pack's wings. She didn't have a parachute either, and didn't care to have her only means of survival damaged. Survival. Ron. She dove, searching desperately, dreading what she would find.
She found Ron's flying pack lying on an abandoned sidewalk. She found Ron leaning against a building, a dazed expression on his face. Shedding her own pack, she threw herself at him, clutching him in a fierce embrace.
"You're alive!" she exalted, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ron returned the hug almost absently. "Yeah, I'm alive," he mumbled, then shook himself. "I'm not sure how, but I'm alive," he said firmly, tightening his grip on Kim and giving her a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm how," a cold voice said. Kim looked up. Overhead was a very angry looking Supergirl. Kara held a winged robot in one hand. Alighting, she crumpled the ten foot machine into a tiny ball as effortlessly as Kim would a sheet of paper.
"Where's Killigan?" she demanded.
Kim threw Kara an apologetic look. "He wasn't on his airship. I don't know what happened to him."
Maggie Sawyer watched as Supergirl strode into the barn on Killigan's Edgewood estate, or what was left of it. Supergirl's eyes darted to every corner of the barn, then dropped down. With a snarl, she bent forward. Delicate looking fingers sank into the concrete floor. With a twitch of her shoulders Supergirl tore up a ten foot square chuck of the slab, revealing a shaft that dropped into a water filled chamber. A tunnel was visible in the wall on the river side.
"Mini-sub?" Kim asked.
"Or scuba," Kara guessed. She lifted her gaze and turned her head slowly from side to side. Kim suppressed a shiver as Kara's eyes passed over her. It was an eerie thing to know someone was literally looking right through you. Kara's shoulders slumped.
"I don't see him anywhere," she sighed. "I guess he got away."
Kim sighed too.
"That's something we have in common," she said. Kara gave her a quizzical look.
"We both hate to lose," Kim explained with a bitter smile.
"It's not a total loss, Kim," Sawyer interjected. "Thanks to you, we've snapped up Intergang's entire drug operation. That's a half a billion dollars worth of poison that won't be hitting Metropolis' streets, and a blow Bruno Mannheim will be a long time recovering from."
"And only twenty-seven innocent people had to die for us to accomplish that," Kim said, her voice suddenly harsh. The butchers bill was higher than that, of course. Four police officers and eighteen members of Intergang had perished as well.
"What about Mannheim?" Kara asked.
Sawyer shook her head.
"It'll take time to sort through all the data we captured, but I'll be surprised if we can link him with anything that's happened. He's too clever for that."
"He can't be that clever, if he got involved with Killigan," Kim snapped.
Sawyer just shrugged. "Everyone makes mistakes, even Bruno Mannheim. We'll bag him someday. Maybe not today, but someday."
