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Drakken's Lair

Ron sprinted into the lair, reaching Kim before the still stunned Drakken could react. He slapped the button to release her bonds and helped her sit up. Kim clutched him in a fierce embrace. The she rolled off the table, shoving Ron to the floor as a burst of fire from a machine pistol raked the spot they had just vacated. Still moving, Kim snagged her Kimmunicator and activated it.

"Kim! Where have you been I've been trying…" Wade exclaimed. "No time Wade, can you hack Drakken's lair?"

"Drakken's heading this way Kim," Ron interjected, "And he don't look happy."

"Distract him for me, would you?" Kim asked. Ron grinned, "My pleasure K.P." Glancing up, he spied Drakken's reflection in a shiny piece of equipment. The man was close, close enough for Ron to…

"BOO!" Ron yelled, springing to his feet as Drakken reached Ron and Kim's hiding place. Drakken jerked backward with a startled cry of fright. Ron's right hand lashed out, striking Drakken's own right arm at the wrist. Drakken yelped as his arm went numb, and the pistol he was holding clattered to the floor, his nerveless fingers unable to grip it. Ron sprang across the barrier between them and punched Drakken in the chest. Drakken reeled back, gasping in pain. Ron advanced, but before he could close the distance between them, Drakken found an intercom, keyed it, and cried out, "Henchman, to the lab, at once!"

"Wade, can you hack Drakken's lair?" Kim repeated urgently. "'Fraid not Kim," Wade apologized. "Drakken's security is too good. I guess he's starting to learn from defeat."

"Great," Kim grumbled. Then inspiration struck. "What you need is an inside line," she declared. She grabbed the keyboard of a nearby computer. A quick check showed it used a USB connection. Working quickly, Kim unhooked the keyboard and plugged the cable into the Kimmunicator. "You're in Wade, do your best!"

Wade chuckled. "Don't you mean 'my worst'.?" Kim just grinned. "I have to help Ron," she excused herself, and stood up to join the fight. Drakken was playing stay away, moving constantly while chucking obstacles into Ron's path. Ron was gaining ground on Drakken, but his concentration was so intent that he didn't notice the dozen or so henchmen that had entered the lab. Throwing the keyboard got their attention. "Over here!" she called, and leapt into the fray.


Kara braked to a halt a few hundred yards outside the entrance to Drakken's lair and waited. She could see Metallo charging down the short tunnel, with Shego coming up behind him. When he emerged Metallo opened fire at once, blazing away with every weapon he could bring to bear, from plasma cannon to missile launcher. Kara evaded most of the fire, shrugged off the rest, and closed to attack. Kara threw a punch that Metallo tried to dodge. He succeeded only partly, turning a direct hit into a glancing blow. To Kara's dismay her fist met resistance that increased as it neared the hull of Metallo's suit, and was finally shunted aside.

'That was weird,' Kara thought, 'like trying to stick two magnets together.' That was the best analogy she could come up with for the strange resistance.

"Something wrong, Supergirl?" Metallo jeered. "Did my matter repulsion field startle you?"

"I don't remember seeing that on the suits' spec sheets," Kara shot back as she came around for another pass.

"A little wrinkle of my own," Metallo boasted.

"Repulsion field or no," Kara said derisively, "It'll take more than an oversized wind-up toy to stop me!" She aimed herself directly at Metallo and charged. Again he dodged at the last moment, and again, Kara bounced harmlessly off his suit. Or maybe not so harmlessly. Her super hearing picked up a computer voice coming from Metallo's suit. "Repulsion field at 97," the voice said. Before she could act on the new information a missile slammed into her and sent her plummeting into the wooded valley below.

"Maybe it'll take two wind-up toys," Shego mocked. "She's not so tough," she added, glaring at Metallo. "Don't underestimate her, Shego," Metallo warned.

"Yeah, don't underestimate me," Kara's voice echoed in their ears. She had risen from the valley, carrying a rock the size of a house over her head. "Catch!" she cried, hurling the stone at Metallo. A blast from his plasma cannon fragmented the rock but didn't scatter the pieces, which pelted him like oversized hail. Kara heard his suit say, "Repulsion field at 81." then had to dodge a furious salvo from Shego.

"Perhaps you'd enjoy a taste of my new Kryptonite ray, Supergirl," Metallo declared. A cone of emerald green light erupted from his suit's left arm and enveloped Kara, who simply hovered in place, grinning.

"Hate to disappoint you Metallo, but Kryptonite doesn't work on me!" she rejoined, and let go a blast of heat vision. The beams hit the left arm of Metallo's suit just above the wrist. The whole forearm blew apart, the green ray winking out as Metallo shrieked in surprise.

Roaring with rage, Metallo poured fire at Kara, Shego joining in with gleeful abandon. Rocks shattered, trees burst into flame, and Kara leapt to and fro, bounding from rock to rock until an opportunity presented itself. When it did she launched herself straight at Metallo again, this time with one arm extended in front of her like a javelin. Perhaps because of all the dust and smoke in the air Metallo didn't dodge this time, and Kara's hand, guided by her x-ray vision, punched through the suit and into Metallo's chest. Her arm buried to the shoulder, Kara's fingers closed around the grapefruit sized piece of Kryptonite that nested there, and with a tug ripped out the source of Metallo's power.

Shego watched in shock as Metallo slumped to the ground and lay still. Supergirl, still clutching her glowing green prize, wound up like a major league pitcher and threw the stone toward the heavens. Then she turned toward Shego, eyes blazing, teeth bared in a predatory snarl.

'I am SO in over my head,' Shego said to herself.


Drakken had picked up what looked like a ping-pong ball gun, but which clearly wasn't. It fired explosive spheres, and while they weren't as powerful as grenades, they easily packed the punch of an M-80. Drakken was spraying fire indiscriminately. One of his own henchmen had caught a sphere in the face. The man didn't have a head any more. Quite a bit of the lab was wrecked as well, and there were a couple of small fires burning.

"We have to get that thing away from him," Kim panted as she and Ron took temporary shelter behind a sturdy bench. Both of them were bleeding from various minor wounds, and Ron had a nasty second degree burn on his right arm from a spilled coffee pot.

"Good idea," Ron agreed, "but how?" Drakken had apparently lost track of them in the smoke, and was ranting something about revenge when he suddenly fell silent. When the silence lingered too long, Kim risked a look. Drakken was no where to be seen. "Uh oh," Ron breathed softly as he looked as well. Losing track of an enemy was always bad. How bad became clear when they hear the same whine that had accompanied the start-up of Metallo and Shego's suits.

Kim and Ron looked at each other. "Crap!" they exclaimed simultaneously. Kim scrambled frantically to the spot where she had left her Kimmunicator. It was scorched but otherwise undamaged. It had also come loose from the cable connecting it to the lair's computers. "Wade!"

"What is it Kim?"

"Are you still in the system?"

"Yeah, I took out some of his security and came in through a landline. Better, faster connection you know. Why?"

"Drakken's in a suit and Kara's busy. Can you knock it out?" Wade blinked. What, he wondered, could Kara being busy have to do with stopping a warsuited Drakken? Shaking off the apparent non sequitur he said, "I'll see what I can do."

"Speaking of Kara," Ron said, "I wonder how she's doing?"

"I'd say the fact that Metallo and Shego haven't come back is a good sign," Kim said grimly. "Now get ready to move!"

Wade's fingers flew over his keyboard as he searched frantically for a way to get at the warsuit Kim said Drakken was wearing. His invasion of the lair's computer systems was well under way, but there were still protected areas that he hadn't been able to access. Wade scanned directories and monitored data flow on the lair's intranet, and finally he found something. It was a telemetry channel that linked the suits to a program that monitored and recorded their performance. Working through it would be tricky, but Wade was sure he could do it.


Shego knew she was in trouble. Her warsuit was expending energy at a prodigious rate, so fast that it would run out of fuel in less than fifteen minutes. Her ammunition levels were dropping even faster: her missile magazines were empty, her grenade and machine gun magazines almost so. And Supergirl didn't even look tired. She managed a desperate plasma blast into Supergirl's face at point blank range, a blast that sent her spinning away end over end. Shego started to let out a triumphant yell, but her elation died as Supergirl recovered and came hurtling back at her. A frantic bid to evade failed. Supergirl caught hold of the suit's right arm and ripped it off like it was made of tissue paper. Shego screamed in agony as feedback through the neural interface made it feel like her own arm had been torn off. The pain faded quickly, but it didn't matter. The suit's systems were failing one after the other. Bowing to the inevitable, Shego opened the suit's canopy and raised her hands in surrender.


Drakken was destroying his own lair as thoroughly as Kim would have, perhaps even more so, if only because Kim wouldn't have bothered to destroy every stick of furniture. The warsuited mad scientist was rampaging after Kim and Ron, who were running for their lives. "Die Kimmy!" Drakken roared, his voice hugely amplified by the suit's loudspeakers, as he let fly a salvo of grenades that shredded the industrial robot the duo had just taken shelter behind.

Ron shook his head, trying to clear it of the effects of concussion. Drakken was clumping across the chamber toward them. Ron looked frantically for a new hiding place. A nearby corridor caught his eye.

"C'mon Kim," he urged. There was no answer, just a low moan. When he looked Ron saw Kim sprawled on the floor, blood spurting from a gash on her head. He grabbed hold of her tank top and started dragging her toward the corridor, crawling himself to avoid Drakken's eye. Gaining the corridor, he saw to his despair that it was a cul-de-sac, a dead end only a few feet deep. Still, it was better than nothing. He with his back to the dead end, cradling Kim in his left arm. There was a gun close by, perhaps dropped by one of Drakken's henchmen. It was the sphere thrower Drakken had been using, but in pistol form. Ron snagged it. It was loaded. That hammering footsteps of the warsuit grew louder.

Ron plucked the Kimmunicator from Kim's belt. "Wade, any luck on that suit override," he asked, his voice rising sharply as Drakken entered his field of vision and turned toward the cul-de-sac. An ugly, hate filled smile split Drakken's face.

"And so, the end has come at last," Drakken intoned. "Game over Kimmy." Ron brought his weapon up, a last act of defiance, as he knew it was a futile gesture.

"That's right Drakken," a third voice joined in. Wade's voice. "Game over."

Drakken's suit seemed to sag as it shut down. Drakken worked the controls with desperate urgency, to no avail. Wade had locked him out of the suit. As the finality of his situation sank in, Drakken threw back his head and howled in rage and despair. "NNNNNOOOOO!"