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Three weeks later
Twentynine Palms, California
Kim watched as six Global Justice field agents crawled slowly toward her position. She was lying flat on the crest of a hill, beneath the twisted branches of a Joshua tree. Ron lay beside her. The two of them were hidden under a camouflage net. He was peering through binoculars at the GJ team.
"The team leader is the guy second from the left," he whispered. Kim studied the man in question through the scope on her rifle. The GJ agents were in an arrowhead formation, and standard tactical doctrine called for the team leader to be in the center behind the others, where she could watch her subordinates and direct their actions. As Kim watched, the man Ron had indicated made a couple of gestures that confirmed Ron's opinion. Kim smiled humorlessly. She and Ron were part of the Op-Force for this particular exercise, defending a 'terrorist base' against GJ infiltration teams. They were a thousand yards away from their 'enemies', well behind the Op-Force lines, and were about to teach this particular team's leader a lesson about using terrain to cover movement. The fellow had made his approach to the 'battlefield' in plain view of anyone on the hill, totally negating his subsequent attempt to infiltrate unnoticed. Kim worked the action on the rifle. It was a 0.50 caliber bolt action sniper rifle, loaded with blanks of course, and fitted with a MILES unit that would trigger a loud alarm if Kim 'hit' her target. She estimated there was a fifty-fifty chance of that. She was only a fair shot with a rifle, even with an outstanding scope, a tripod rest for her weapon and Ron to help her estimate range and windage.
Kim would still have to worry about that. Her rifle would fire a harmless 'bullet' of laser light, but this entire area of desert was wired up with sensors and telemetry systems. The scope and the MILES unit were linked into the main system, which would take every possible variable into account when judging whether she had hit her target. She would have to aim just as if she was firing a real round.
The infiltration team paused while the leader propped himself up on his elbows to take a look around. The view through the scope gave a good view of his face. Kim's lips twisted in a sour smirk. He looked a lot like Will Du. He wasn't, of course. Du was on assignment in Eastern Europe, and even if he was an arrogant prick, he wouldn't have made this kind of mistake. Kim took a deep breath, let half of it out, and began to squeeze the trigger.
"Say good night, Gracie," she breathed. She felt the tension as the trigger approached it's 'break' point.
The loud report of the shot echoed across the desert. Kim couldn't hear the alarm from her target's MILES harness, but she could see him jerk violently as it went off, to his obviously complete surprise. Kim turned to Ron with a grin, which he returned. He started to say something, but was cut off by a voice over the Op-Force radio net.
"Agents Possible and Stoppable, this is HQ. Return to base ops ASAP. The Justice League Liaison Officer is inbound for her orientation tour of GJ headquarters. ETA, forty-five minutes."
Forty minutes later Kim and Ron were showered, dressed in standard Global Justice blue jumpsuits, and waiting at the Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center airstrip. Ron tugged absently at his collar as he peered into the cloudless sky for some sign of Kara. Dr. Director was waiting with them, and as the seconds ticked away, Marines began filtering onto the ramp. From their chatter it seemed that they knew a VIP was inbound, and wanted to catch a glimpse of her.
"My sentiments exactly," Ron whispered out of the side of his mouth, and Kim smiled. She gave Dr. Director a surreptitious glance. Dr. Director knew that Kim and Ron knew Supergirl, of course, but not that they knew Supergirl's secret identity, or that Ron and Kara were more than 'just friends'. It seemed prudent to keep things that way. Not withstanding the fact that Kara's secret wasn't theirs to share, Kim and Ron didn't think Dr. Director needed to know that their relationship with the Girl of Steel was anything other than professional.
"There it is!" a Marine called out, pointing toward the horizon.
"It?" Kim and Ron exclaimed as one, turning to follow the Marine's arm. An aircraft was approaching from the west, sunlight glinting off its wings as it descended.
"Javelin," Ron said after studying the plane for a moment.
Kim frowned slightly. "I wonder why she didn't just fly down herself?" she mused aloud.
Dr. Director gave Kim a puzzled look. "When the Martian Manhunter commed us to let us know Supergirl was coming, he asked if it would be convenient for you two to tour the Watchtower today."
Kim nodded. That much she understood. Global Justice and the Justice League were both rather busy at the moment, and trying to schedule the visits for their respective liaisons had been difficult. Finally the two organizations had settled on a 'when convenient' plan. Essentially, the visits would take place whenever each side found enough time to squeeze them in. Apparently today was the day for both.
Kim's eyes returned to the approaching Javelin. She sighed disappointedly. "I was looking forward to taking the transporter," she said, a touch theatrically.
Dr. Director chuckled. "Look on the bright side Kim. I've cleared your schedule for the rest of the day. When you're done at JL headquarters you can go straight home."
The Javelin passed overhead on the downwind leg of its approach. Ron shaded his eyes and stared intently. The sound of the plane's engines rose and fell as the pilot added power or throttled back. Excessively so, he thought. The Javelin swung in a wide arc as it turned into the wind and started its final approach. The landing gear came down and speed brakes opened along the fuselage.
"They're coming in a little fast," Kim heard Dr. Director comment, then winced as the Javelin landed hard. The struts of the main gear compressed almost completely, then the Javelin bounced into the air again. The pilot forced it back down, bouncing once more before managing to keep it on the runway.
After that things went well enough. The Javelin taxied up to the Operations building, behind a Humvee with a 'Follow Me' sign on its back end, and was met by a Marine ground crew. The engines shut down, the access door opened and Kara, dressed as Supergirl, descended smiling and waving to one and all. She was followed by a somewhat surly looking man. Kim stared at him. Whoever he was he wasn't wearing a mask or costume, just a flight suit. He seemed to be glowering at Kara, though for what reason Kim couldn't guess. A Marine met the man and led him away. Kim pushed the man and his expression from her mind as Kara approached them.
"Kim Possible," Kara said by way of greeting, smiling and holding out a hand. "It's good to see you again."
Kim returned the smile and shook Kara's hand. She had to work at it a bit to keep the amusement out of her voice. It was funny how knowing a secret could do that to a person. "Likewise, Supergirl. I'd heard you'd gotten full membership in the League. Congratulations." Kim gestured at Ron, who was sporting a somewhat silly grin, despite his obvious efforts to keep his expression serious. "You remember my partner, Ron Stoppable."
"How could I forget?" Kara quipped. Because of their relative positions Kara was able to give Ron a wink without Dr. Director seeing it. Ron responded by blushing slightly, but his grin grew even wider.
Kim's expression and tone became a bit more formal as she guided Kara's attention to Dr. Director. "Supergirl, allow me to introduce the Head of Operations for Global Justice, Doctor Elizabeth Director. Dr. Director, this is Kara In-ze of Argo, more commonly known as Supergirl."
Kara inclined her head politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Director," she said.
"The pleasure is mine," Dr. Director responded. "Kim and Ron have told me how well the three of you have worked together in the past. I hope that holds true in the future as well."
"I'm sure it will," Kara assured her. Dr. Director stepped back. A slightly embarrassed look appeared on her face. She looked at her watch, then at the three teenagers. "I had hoped to give you a tour of our facility myself, Supergirl, but a bureaucrat's work is never done, it seems," she explained apologetically. "I have a meeting with GJ's Board of Governors that I simply cannot miss, and I'm already running late, so I'll leave you in Kim and Ron's capable hands. If you'll excuse me?" Dr. Director didn't wait for a response, she just nodded at them, turned and hurried away.
Kim turned to Kara. "Shall we get started?"
Kara grinned back. "We shall," she proclaimed grandly.
The tour took about an hour, and Kim thought it went well. Kara seemed a bit surprised to learn that Global Justice was almost exclusively combat oriented, doing very little investigating of its own. "We rely on Interpol and the various national police agencies to point us at our targets," Kim explained. "Also, we specialize in people and groups toward the more extreme end of the criminal spectrum. You know, high tech cartels like H.I.V.E and W.W.E.E., minor super villains and mad scientists, that sort of thing."
Kara watched and listened attentively as Kim and Ron led her through various training areas and explained the goings on in each. She got a bit of a shock when Kim demonstrated her proficiency at bypassing security and alarm systems and picking locks, be they mechanical or electronic.
"You're really good at that, Kim," Kara observed as Kim demonstrated the various methods of cracking a safe with a dial combination lock.
"It's a family gift," Ron japed. Kara raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Kim's great aunt, Miriam Possible, was a notorious thief back in the early nineteen hundreds," Ron provided. "She pulled jobs all over the western U.S., mostly burglaries, and made off with something like half a million bucks in loot over the course of her career."
Kara gave Kim a wide eyed look. Kim shrugged.
"It's true," was all she said.
Later, at a demonstration of armed and unarmed melee combat, Ron showed off his own skills with Kim's assistance. That prompted Kara to say, "If you two don't mind, I'd like you to teach me some of this stuff." She gave them a serious look. "When it comes to fighting I tend to rely on my super strength, but when I fight foes that can match me, my lack of combat skills really shows."
Kim and Ron shared a look. Kim hid a smile. She was certain she knew exactly what Ron was thinking. One of the advantages of having been best friends forever, no doubt. A moment later Ron proved her guess correct.
"We'd be happy to, Supergirl," he said slowly, a slightly puzzled look on his face. "But, uh, you're so much stronger than we are that, uh..."
Kara shook her head slightly. "There are ways of coping with that," she said. Ron gave her a wondering look and she added, "I'll explain once we're aboard the Watchtower."
Elsewhere
DNAmy was frightened. It was an odd sort of fright, too. It wasn't really for herself, although the goings on in the Alter Chamber of Felix Faust's mansion raised deep seated, instinctive terrors to the front of her mind. Nor was DNAmy frightened for the girl strapped across the huge block of black stained marble that dominated the room. The girl was a local, seduced by Faust's promises of eternal life into taking part in the ritual that was getting under way. She was apparently beginning to have second thoughts about the whole affair, especially after Faust produced the knives he was going to be using. The girls screams for help and pleas for mercy had eventually moved Faust to gag her, and none too gently. But in all honesty, while DNAmy might feel a twinge of sympathy for her, the girl's fate was of little consequence.
Rather, DNAmy's central fear, the one that dominated her thoughts, was her fear that Faust would fail in his endeavor, and that the magnificent form lying beside the struggling girl, the vessel DNAmy had lovingly crafted for her Honey Bunny, would remain empty. She didn't know what she would do if that happened. For the last year DNAmy had been totally focused on bringing this moment to pass. It was all that had kept her from the depths of despair, and if her labors failed to bear fruit, well... She stared at the alter, at the jade statue that held the soul of her beloved, and resolved that if she could not return him to life then, after she had avenged him as best she could she would have Faust send her to be with him.
Faust's assistants, who had been making final preparations, ceased their scurrying and took their places. Faust stepped behind the alter, looked at DNAmy and smiled.
"We are about to begin, dear lady," Faust said softly. "If you hold the talisman I gave you in both hands and think hard about your beloved, I can add your willpower to our own," Faust added, gesturing at his acolytes. "That will make the ritual more likely to succeed."
DNAmy needed no more prompting. She took hold of the bronze medallion hanging around her neck and thought of Monte Fiske and her love for him. She could feel power flowing out of her, but her feelings didn't weaken. They grew stronger, and she felt the power rise. Instinctively, or perhaps at the medallion's prompting, she realized that any emotion would do, so long as it was strongly felt. She called up thoughts of those who had taken her beloved from her, and poured her hate and anger into the mix as well.
The room seemed to dim. The candles that illuminated the chamber took on a reddish tint, and the smell of sulfur came faintly to DNAmy's nostrils. She could hear Faust and his lackeys chanting something. It was almost songlike, rising and falling in tone and tempo, repeating patterns that seemed to resonate, gaining strength as they did so.
DNAmy became aware of a faint mist rising from the girl's body. Her struggles were weakening, and DNAmy guessed the mist was her life force, or soul, or whatever. She began to feel a tension in the air. Pressure of some sort was building up. A moment of release was approaching. DNAmy could feel it.
Faust's chanting headed for one of its peaks. He picked up one of his long bladed daggers and raised it above his head, even as he removed the gag that had kept his intended victim silent. The light in the room, already dim, faded further. Faust pronounced a phrase at the top of his lungs. The blade flashed as the dagger descended. The girl screamed in agony, and at the same instant DNAmy felt and heard a bell-like throb. Faust snatched up a second dagger, repeated the phrase, and stabbed the girl again. She screamed again, and the throb was repeated, far more powerfully. The monkey statue began to glow with an intense green light. The air seemed to shiver with power. DNAmy felt her hair stand up. The moment of truth was at hand, she knew. Faust raised the third and final dagger. The first two had pierced the girl's lungs, if the bright crimson froth on her lips was any indication. Faust repeated his phrase a third time and plunged the gleaming steel into the girl's heart.
The cry that escaped her lips was one of pure agony, underlain with abject terror. The girl jerked once, so violently that DNAmy thought she heard bones breaking, then lay still. At the same time the monkey statue flashed and the unseen bell rang again, loud enough that the room shook. The empty shell DNAmy had crafted with such care sat up, empty no longer. Eyes that gleamed madly swept the room, taking in a sweat soaked Faust and his minions, most of whom had collapsed from exhaustion. They paused only briefly on the bloody corpse that lay nearby, before settling on DNAmy.
"Honey Bunny?" she whispered, hope and longing plain in her voice. The body that held those eyes sprang to its feet. Its hands pounded on its chest. It threw back its head and with primal fury screamed, "I AM MONKEY FIST, AND I LIVE AGAIN!"