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gargoylesama:
Took me a minute to figure out what you were being sarcastic about, but
I finally got it. As to the who saves who, I try to set things up
so everyone saves and is saved. You know, Kim saves Ron, who
saves Kara, who saves Kim, who saves the day, etc.
Drakken's Lair
Kim's eyes flickered open. She had been sleeping again. No surprise, considering what she'd been through in the last few hours. Ambushed by Drakken and Shego in Buenos Aires, shot in the back with a tranquilizer dart by parties unknown, brought to wherever here was, and trussed up like a turkey at Thanksgiving. They hadn't tortured her…yet, though Drakken had made clear that was coming, much to Shego's glee. There was also the problem of Drakken's mysterious new associate. Drakken had declined to introduce the fellow, a middle aged man with short white hair. He seemed familiar, but Kim couldn't think of where she might have seen him before.
She tried her bonds again, wincing as the hard metal dug into her wrists. As before, she saw her Kimmunicator lying in plain sight, but hopelessly out of reach. Kim sighed. Drakken and Shego had departed an hour or more ago, heading for Taongi to ambush Ron and Kara, she assumed. She went to work on slipping out of her manacles again, ignoring the pain as they cut into her skin, and the slippery sensation that came when the bleeding started.
Kim had been at it for some time when a phone began to ring. She lay still. A few moments later the white haired man entered the room. Crossing to the phone, he picked up the receiver. Electricity crackled, and Drakken and Shego appeared in a flash of light.
"Welcome back you two," the man said. "I trust everything went well."
"Oh yes," Drakken exclaimed. Kim saw that Shego looked…displeased, somehow.
"Excellent," the white haired man said. "More good news: the first of the new suits will be ready tomorrow, and we'll be making five a day by the end of the week."
"Good, good," Drakken nodded. "At that rate, in a few months we'll be ready to launch our first attacks." Drakken crossed to where Kim lay. "Been trying to escape, eh?" he said, indicating her bloody wrists.
"Naturally," Kim retorted.
"Excellent! Still have your fire. That'll make breaking you all the more enjoyable."
"As if you could break me," Kim sneered. Shego stepped forward, raising a hand and igniting her plasma power, an angry snarl on her face. Drakken stopped her. "Now, now, Shego, patience."
"Tell me Kimberly, would you like to watch your friend and his little blonde helpmeet die?" he asked genially.
Before Kim could answer the white haired man spoke. "Little blonde what?"
"Oh," Shego said, "Some bitchy little snip of a girl. That's who the third person in that video was."
The white haired man looked suddenly worried, though Kim couldn't see why. Shego obviously meant Kara, but why she'd be more cause of worry than anyone else Kim couldn't guess.
"Describe her," white hair demanded.
"John, what's the prob…" Drakken started to say, but John Whoever cut him off with a gesture. "What does she look like?" he repeated.
Shego paused, frowned, then said, "Uh, blonde, platinum blonde, blue eyes, about my height, slim." If anything, Shego's words made John even more worried. "A picture, get me a picture of her, now!"
Confused, Shego crossed to a monitor. "I'll pull up the feed from inside the tank," she said. The was a pause. "The camera isn't working," she said softly.
"Into your suit, now!" John bellowed, racing across the room to where three of the stolen warsuits stood waiting. Shego followed, not understanding but obviously worried. As John climbed in his suit he called back to the stunned Dr. Drakken, "Start the evacuation now! We don't have much time!"
Drakken was reeling. "Much time until what?" he demanded. That was a good question, Kim thought. John was on the verge of panic, and apparently Kara was the source of his fear, but again, Kim couldn't see why.
A doorbell chimed. Drakken glance over at the lair's main entrance, a twenty foot high, thirty foot wide opening sealed off by a huge steel door. The doorbell apparently came with an intercom, because static crackled and then a voice echoed through the chamber.
"Hello-oh! Anybody home?"
"Ron!" Kim gasped, her heart jumping for joy even if the rest of her couldn't. John White-hair looked at Drakken. "You have a doorbell on your lair?"
"Well," Drakken said defensively, "You never know when a fellow supervillain might drop by for a visit and you can't just leave the door open…"
"There doesn't seem to be anyone home," a female voice crackled over the intercom. Kara was here too, Kim realized, but how? They couldn't have come all the way to…wherever here was, that fast.
"We could try knocking," Ron's voice suggested.
"Good idea," Kara's voice agreed. "Let me try."
Kim was hopelessly confused now. What good could knocking possibly d…
BOOM! The huge steel door dished in two feet. Metal groaned, and Kim gaped.
BOOM! A second powerful blow distorted the door even more. Kim heard cracking noises, as one of the door's hinges gave way with a snap.
BOOM! There were a series of loud, almost simultaneous snaps and then, with a ponderous slowness the door fell into the room, landing with a deafening 'clank'.
A figure sprang forward onto the door, and Kim felt another thrill of relief as she saw that it was Ron, alive and unharmed. Then her eyes went wide with shock and disbelief, and her jaw dropped. Kara was right behind Ron, but she wasn't standing, she was floating in mid-air. She was wearing red boots, a blue mid-thigh skirt, white gloves, a red cape, and a white cropped tee shirt with a stylized 'S' emblazoned on the front.
"Knock, knock," Kara said, a cocky smile lighting her face. Kim's mind skittered like car on ice, unable for a moment to comprehend what she was seeing. Then the white haired John fellow bellowed, "Supergirl!"
Kara's head snapped around. "Metallo!" she spat back.
Metallo? It came to her suddenly. John Corbin! That was who the white haired man was!
"Metallo?" Shego repeated, her face and voice sick with disgust.
"Ron," Kara pointed, "Free Kim and deal with Drakken. I'll handle these two!"
"I'm on it!" Ron cried, springing forward.
"Handle this, Supergirl!" Metallo roared, raising his suit's right arm. A sun bright plasma beam caught Kara in the chest and sent her flying back out of the lair. Metallo followed her.
"Come on, Shego!" he commanded as he headed out. Shego stumbled after him, leaving a stunned Drakken standing paralyzed behind her.
