Kara watched as Mon-El slept, day-dreaming about what could be when Mon suddenly woke up. "Finally," Kara said relieved.
Mon grabbed her by the throat choking her out. "Harder," Kara gasped.
Mon gave her an odd look and then threw her across the room shattering the glass window. Mon then took off, completely shirtless. Disoriented and confused, Mon started kicking the shit out of DEO guards using super-speed and strength.
Alex immediately came out with a bazooka that she apparently had in her office. "Freeze," she shouted at him.
Mon disagreed and fled the DEO jumping off the ledge. He survived the fall down to the street level and began running at top speed. "Well...shit," Alex realized.
Hank came over to Alex and Kara for their report. "What the fuck was that?" he asked pissed off.
"He woke up and the first thing he did was kick ass. I have to admire him for that," Kara said impressed.
"He escaped into the city. We have no idea where he is," Alex admitted.
"So, we have a rogue Kryptonian on the loose. Do you have any idea how fucked we are?" Hank asked them.
"Any more so than usual?" Kara rolled her eyes.
"Yes, the president is due to arrive here. He's going to be touring the facility," Hank said.
"He wants to sign the Alien Amnesty Act at the DEO," Alex explained.
"I thought we didn't exist. Is that still a thing?" Kara asked.
"We're public now. It makes things more dangerous for us," Hank said seriously.
"Nice, I'm putting DEO on my resume now," Kara joked. "By the way, what is this Alien Amnesty Act? I feel it might affect me in some way."
"It allows aliens to come out of the shadows and become productive citizens," Alex told her.
"I thought all the aliens except me, my cousin, and you are in prison," Kara said confused.
"No, there are other non-threatening non-criminal aliens among us. Many of them are undocumented," Hank said. "Personally, I think its a terrible idea. Humans and aliens do not mix."
"What about us?" Kara asked.
"We only fit in, because we have secret identities and we can pass for human. A lot of aliens are ugly mother-fuckers," Hank said.
"Hank's right. I can count on only one hand the number of good aliens I have encountered with two fingers to spare," Alex chimed in.
Kara looked at her hand as she tried to figure out that calculation. "Well, I guess Obama doesn't think the same way as you two."
"He's on the way out. He wants to make a legacy for himself. The next president could reverse course in a few months' time," Hank said.
"I doubt Clinton would do that," Alex said.
"What if she doesn't win?" Kara wondered.
"Like that's going to happen," Alex scoffed.
"Anyway, you have to show up for when Obama arrives on the tarmac. Try not to be inappropriate," Alex said to Kara.
"Please, the last time I spoke with Obama he was chill as fuck," Kara smiled.
"That's in private. He's a different man in public," Alex warned.
"You will be representing this entire organization so don't fuck it up," Hank said to her.
James took center stage at the Catco editorial meeting. "Today will be remembered by history, the day the president secured the rights of all residents of America regardless of birth planet," James said.
"Boo, you're not funny," Snapper rolled his eyes.
"What did you say to me, you little shit!" James said enraged. "I want headlines now!"
"We're here to pitch headlines. This is a waste of my time," Snapper said bored.
"The headline is the most important part," James argued.
"It's the only thing I read," Kara chimed in.
"Exactly," James said.
"You write the article and then you make a headline for it," Snapper said obviously.
"No, I set the agenda and then you write whatever the fuck I want," James said authoritatively. "That's how Cat did it. That's how I'm doing it. Now, our first priority is getting an exclusive with the president. Everything else is shit," James said.
"That shit is our bread and butter," Snapper interrupted. He then started taking over the meeting directing various departments on what subjects to investigate and write about.
"As for the POTUS interview...," Snapper continued.
"Danvers is on that one," James said.
"Danvers is a rookie," Snapper pointed out. "Danvers, you have Lena Luthor. Her brother is known for his anti-alien sentiments. Let's see if she shares the same view."
"Oh joy," Kara said sarcastically.
Snapper then rallied the group out of the office leaving James and Kara behind. "So...that meeting went to shit," Kara remarked.
"I don't know what I'm doing wrong. How did Cat control meetings so easily?" James wondered.
"Well, she never invited Snapper for one. This is like the first time, he's ever been up here," Kara pointed out.
"That's true. Maybe, I should keep that troll downstairs from now on," James considered.
"I'll do both the Lena Luthor and Obama interview," Kara told him.
"You actually going to do your job?" James asked stunned.
"For you, I would do anything," Kara said and then activated the shades on all the windows.
"When did you install this?" James wondered.
"This morning," Kara said and then passionately kissed him.
Kara landed near a crowd of onlookers creating a boom as she did. The whole crowd fell over from the impact. The Secret Service freaked out and took out their pistols. "It's cool, guys," Kara said to them.
After they had recovered, the band began playing Hail to the Chief as President Obama exited Air Force One. The crowd cheered waving American flags. Just as Obama was about to walk down the tarmac, a powerful flame hit one of the Secret Service men sending him tumbling to the ground. The crowd immediately dispersed as a flame took out another Secret Serviceman. Kara took to the air and looked around for the source. She was suddenly hit and blasted into the traffic control tower.
"God damn!" Kara said as she got back to her feet.
Kara then noticed that another SS was taken out by flame. Kara immediately swooped in and blocked a fire blast from killing the president with her cape.
Alex arrived soon thereafter as part of the investigation into the attempted assassination. "So, where is the president now?" Alex asked Kara.
"Hell if I know," Kara shrugged.
"God damn it," Alex sighed and called Hank for answers.
"Obama was so cool. He thanked me and called me Supergirl," Kara gushed.
"That is your name," Alex pointed out.
"Why would anyone have voted for the other guy?" Kara wondered.
"Political campaigns are not so much about the candidate's personalities but their stances on the issues. Thank God you never registered to vote," Alex shook her head.
"Well, after this Amnesty Act goes through, I will," Kara grinned.
"No you won't," Alex knew better. "These burn marks are consistent with heat vision," Alex noted.
"Yeah, I was actually hit with one of those flame bombs. It's not heat vision," Kara rejected.
"So, our boy escapes and the first thing he does is tries to kill the president?" Alex wondered.
"It's kind of badass in a way," Kara said turned on.
"Winn's tracking his movements. In the meantime, let's gather what evidence we can find," Alex suggested.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing in my crime scene?" Alex raged at some Metropolis detectives.
"Anyone ever tell you that all you Feds sound the same," Maggie Sawyer said snidely. "It's like you all watch the same bad movies together at Quantico."
"Burn," Kara smiled amused.
"Who are you?" Alex demanded.
"Detective Maggie Sawyer, Metropolis Science Division," she introduced herself. "We handle all cases involving aliens and things that go bump in the night."
Alex took out her fake badge showing she was Secret Service. "This is a federal crime scene. You're contaminating my evidence."
"I'm contaminating it? Your lackey over there is bagging charred carpet and crispy limo into the same Ziploc," Maggie critiqued.
Alex turned to see Kara helping out. "Oh, God damn it," she muttered. "We have technology that makes that irrelevant," Alex bluffed.
"And you would have never induced that this was the work of an Inferian and not Kryptonian," Maggie shot back.
"Thank you. We'll take it from here," Alex said losing patience.
"The airport is within my jurisdiction," Maggie insisted.
"Your jurisdiction ends where I say it ends," Alex told her off.
"See you around, Danvers," Maggie walked off reluctantly.
"That was a pretty funny pissing contest there, but Predator 2 did it better," Kara grinned.
"You made me look stupid in front of her," Alex said pissed off.
"Who gives a shit? Not like you're going to see her again," Kara shrugged.
Hank gave President Obama a tour of the DEO facility. As the two talked, Kara and Alex followed behind. The rest of the DEO stood at attention in line formations as they walked around. "Welcome to the DEO, Mr. President," Hank said respectfully.
"I'm a little surprised you keep up a human appearance now that your Martian identity is known to the world," Obama mused.
"I find looking human makes people more comfortable," Hank replied.
"You do look like one fierce mother-fucker," Obama complimented. "Hopefully, my alien amnesty act will make other peaceful aliens more willing to come out."
"I know the DEO's mission is to hunt and kill renegade aliens but that mission is going to have to adapt. You disagree, Director?" Obama asked.
"Give me more funding and I'll agree to anything," Hank smiled.
Obama chuckled at that. "Fuck you, Hank. Come on, tell me the real deal."
"There are aliens out there, killers who wouldn't understand the concept of the very rights you're giving them. Evil creatures that would take advantage of your goodwill," Hank argued.
"Maybe, if they're out in the open, they'll be easier to take out," Obama suggested.
"But with more collateral damage," Hank warned.
"We must have hope. You know I'm all about that hope and change," Obama smiled. "I'm basically Abe Lincoln for the gays. This time, it's aliens."
"How can you ensure that the next president will follow through on this vision of yours. You're on the way out," Hank said softly.
"I've already talked with Hillary. She's totally on-board," Obama assured him.
"What if she loses?" Hank asked.
"Like that's going to happen," Obama chuckled. Obama then turned to Kara. "What up, my girl?" Obama said giving Kara a secret handshake.
"Saving your life for starters," Kara smirked.
"You'll be sure to kill the asshole that tried to kill me," Obama requested.
"You didn't even have to ask," Kara answered.
"Can I smoke in here?" Obama asked Hank taking out a cigarette.
"Err...sure," Hank relented.
"Take me to see the cool shit. I want to see some alien corpses," Obama said as he smoked a cigarette.
"I'm going to interview Lena Luthor," Kara told Alex as she took off.
Kara came to Lena Luthor's office. "It's good to see you again, Miss. Danvers," Lena said politely shaking Kara's hand. "You must be here because my brother is the most notorious alien-hater. You want to know what I think of the president's executive order."
"That's right," Kara said not bothering to get out a notepad.
"Let me show you something. This device can detect whether someone is an alien. I've used it for all of my staff. It's not market-ready, yet. We're still developing the prototype but our aim is to put these in every store in America," Lena said.
"Wicked. How does it work?" Kara asked curiously.
"It's just a simple skin test," Lena said and demonstrated how it worked by pressing her thumb on it. "Try it."
"Yeah, sure," Kara said holding the device. Kara pressed her thumb down hard enough to slightly break it. "What's wrong?" Kara asked with mock surprise.
Lena looked over the device and couldn't tell what was wrong with it. "Well, it is a prototype after all," Lena rolled her eyes disappointed.
"Call me crazy but shouldn't the police have this device first," Kara suggested.
"Oh, they will. A number of police departments including the MPD have already ordered them," Lena agreed.
"This is really cool. It's kind of what the military uses to identify terrorists in the Middle East," Kara remarked.
"Exactly. I'm surprised how understanding you are," Lena smiled.
"Well, I have to ask some lame-ass questions to satisfy my editor," Kara admitted.
"Like?" Lena asked curiously.
"Don't you think this device could be used to persecute peaceful aliens. I mean, what if this device was used to figure out if a kid was gay?" Kara asked.
"Gays can't shape-shift, regenerate limbs, and fly," Lena mocked.
"The Religious Right would say otherwise," Kara smirked.
"We need to know who these aliens are and what they can do," Lena said quoting X-Men. "Also, this device is going to give me a shit-load of money by paranoid citizens.
Kara eventually entered the journalism office. "I read your article," Snapper said with the paper in hand.
"Some scoop, huh?" Kara said confidently.
"It reads like NPR, factually correct, balanced, and completely boring," Snapper critiqued.
"But everything I said was true," Kara objected.
"No one gives a shit about unbiased facts. People want to hear and read what they've already decided in their minds. There's no business in the center. Look at CNN for crying out loud. Every newspaper and magazine has to cover a corner of the market by being either extreme right or extreme left. In this case, we're on the left side because our readers are almost all liberals," Snapper explained.
"Is that why you're such an asshole because you have to print articles that you oppose in order to advance your career in this town?" Kara asked sympathetically.
"Rewrite it. Lena Luthor is just like her brother, a xenophobic racist that aims to persecute aliens and drive them back into the closet." Snapper ordered.
"No problem, boss," Kara replied leaving the office.
Snapper sat at his desk and gave a miserable sigh as if he had cursed himself. Kara rejoined James in the halls. "I miss Cat Grant already," Kara said frustrated.
"Oh, fuck me, right?" James smiled.
"I didn't mean it like that," Kara backtracked.
"Don't ever apologize, Kara. When you shit-talk, I'll just shit-talk back at you. It keeps things simple." James told her.
"What if I really hurt you?" Kara wondered.
"Then, you've won," James said simply.
After work, Kara, dressed as Supergirl, came upon a dark alley and found a metal door. She knocked on the door and a slit opened up. "I'm looking for Mon," Kara said.
"Never heard of him," the guy on the other side said.
"You see, he set me free," Kara smiled.
"Fine, whatever, now piss off," the guy said.
"Wrong answer," Kara said and punched the door off its hinges.
Kara walked past the poor guy guarding the door. "I know a guy that can fix your door," she said and threw a business card on his chest.
Kara strolled into the alien bar and found Alex and Maggie inside with two dozen humanoid aliens. "What the fuck is this?" she wondered of them.
The patrons stared at Kara in terror. "We don't want any trouble," the bartender said to her.
"You can start by kneeling," Kara said amused. All of the aliens got on their knees and trembled in fear. Alex sighed embarrassed. Maggie came over to Kara with a pissed-off expression.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here? This is a sanctuary," Maggie said outraged.
"No place on this planet is safe from me," Kara corrected.
"The DEO isn't the only one with Kryptonite, bitch," Maggie said aggressively.
"Yeah, but you don't have any on you right now. I guess that means you're fucked," Kara grinned at her. Walking around the kneeling crowd, Kara scanned each of them for weapons. Satisfied, she addressed them all.
"I'm looking for a man that has powers similar to my own. He goes by the name Mon-El. He's white with short brown hair. He was last seen without his shirt on," Kara said.
"I might have seen him," a big male alien said.
"Rise," Kara said to him.
"He was asking about space vectors, star coordinates, and deep space transmissions," he said getting to his feet.
"Well, at least he's still in the city," Kara figured. "He'll probably try to break into STAR lab." Kara then turned to the crowd. "On your feet, losers."
The crowd slowly got up and went back to their drinks and conversations. "How did you find me?" Alex hissed.
"Hank has a tracker on all of us," Kara said obviously. Kara then turned to Maggie. "This whole planet is my jurisdiction. The MPD best remember that."
"Do you have any idea how much Intel I've gathered by keeping this place a safe zone? You've fucked it all up," Maggie said pissed off.
"Information you didn't bother to share with the Feds when the planet was under attack. You can go fuck yourself," Kara told her.
"Look, bitch, I knew the attacker was an Infierno. I led Alex here to the place where we found out about your lost alien. You let three Secret Service members die," Maggie said fiercely.
"I like her. She has spunk," Kara said to Alex and then walked out.
Kara bumped into a red-headed woman as she was about to leave. "Look where you're going," Kara said irritably.
"What are you going to do about it?" the red-headed woman asked.
"This," Kara said and then punched the woman hard enough that she was blasted out of the bar and through several buildings before she was tossed into the bay.
Maggie and Alex gave Kara a stunned expression. "X-ray vision: It is a bitch," Kara laughed as she exited the bar.
On her way back to the DEO, Alex called up Winn. "I need you to scan for any deep space transmissions."
"On it," Winn said as he looked for one. "Found one at Mt. Pride Observatory," Winn determined.
"Where did he send it to?" Alex asked.
"According to these star charts, he sent it to nowhere," Winn said curiously.
Alex came into the DEO and suited up. Her squad put on their gear to recover Mon at the observatory. Kara casually watched them as she sat at her computer writing her article. "You going without me?" Kara asked Alex.
"Let's do this...together," Alex said to her.
At Mt. Pride Observatory, Mon paced as an unfortunate Asian scientist was at the computer. "Have they transmitted back?" Mon asked impatiently.
"Dude, even at light speed it would take thousands of years," Asian scientist said.
"Don't you have a sub-space transponder?" Mon asked.
"No," Asian scientist said lamely.
Kara suddenly blasted through the ceiling and put Mon in a headlock. He immediately threw her off and then gave her a good kick across the floor. Kara quickly got back up and the two fought evenly destroying all of the sensitive equipment in the lab. Kara smiled as she was having fun fighting Mon. Even Mon couldn't help but smile.
Alex and her squad entered the building and watched as the two fought. Their punches and kicks were so fast that Alex could barely see their moves. The two of them hit at the fists, head-butted each other, and struggled for control. The floor cracked as the two matched each other in strength in a wrestling hold.
"You're strong but lack technique," Mon said to her.
"Strength is all I need," Kara told him.
Mon broke Kara's hold and rapidly punched her to the gut. Kara retaliated with a powerful punch to the face that sent Mon to the floor dazed.
At the DEO, Hank contemplated the information he was receiving. "So, our mystery alien still remains a mystery."
"He's definitely not Kryptonian," Kara said.
"So, what is he?" Alex wondered.
"I have an idea, but I have to talk to him to know for sure," Kara said leaving. Kara approached Mon's glass cell. "You have my compliments. You woke up, kicked ass on our guards, tried to assassinate the president, and then attempted to call an invasion fleet all within a few days," Kara said giving him mock applause.
"When my people know I am here, this planet will be conquered in my name," Mon threatened.
"Your deep space transmission went nowhere. Where are you from?" Kara asked.
"How is that possible? The coordinates were exact," Mon said confused.
"Who are you?" Kara demanded.
"I'm Insane," Mon answered.
"Well...glad we cleared that up," Kara said amused.
"What?" Mon glared at her.
"All of my dreams have been dashed in one conversation," Kara said wiping away a tear.
"I know you Kryptonians well. You are pathetically weak on your own world but here under a yellow sun you're almost as strong as us," Mon said.
"You've only seen a fraction of my true power," Kara told him.
"It is power unearned. To achieve my level of power, I had to train my body to its limits, nearly die dozens of times, and endure the greatest pain. I earned my power level," Mon said to her.
"So sad to have trained so hard for so little," Kara insulted.
Mon glared at her and then punched through the glass shattering it. Kara pushed him back against the wall breaking his ribs and spine. "Do your worse. I grow stronger from every injury," Mon spat.
"You can't grow stronger if you're dead. Why did you try to assassinate the president?" Kara asked.
"What the fuck is a president?" Mon asked.
Kara gave Mon a doubtful look. "Medic," Kara radioed and then left.
The next morning, Kara waltzed into Sen. Paul's office in the capitol building in DC to clear up her confusion. She wore civilian clothes but didn't bother wearing her glasses. "What can I do for you...Miss Linda Lane," Sen. Paul said friendly.
"That's not my real name, and I'm not from your state," Kara said and then flashed her eyes.
"Well, I'll be," Sen. Paul said a little nervous.
"You are my guru, but I don't know what to do about this Alien Amnesty Act. How should I think about this, as an alien, as an American?" Kara begged him.
"First, you need to remove your own interests from the equation. Your own interests form a bias that will prevent you from seeing the common good. I always vote against increasing my pay even though it serves my interests," Sen. Paul told her.
"Got it," Kara agreed.
"Want a glass?" Sen. Paul offered taking out some Kentucky Whisky.
"Thank you," Kara said appreciatively as he poured them both a glass. "From the right, I hear that aliens are a threat to national security, that they commit crime, and that they challenge the American culture and spirit that we were founded upon. But on the left, I hear that we should tolerate refugees and those that are different from us, to not persecute them, and to allow them the freedom to live their lives without fear," Kara said.
"The Libertarian viewpoint has always been to not give a shit," Sen. Paul said simply.
"About?" Kara wondered.
"Everything," Sen. Paul clarified. "We cannot curb civil liberties and spend trillions of dollars on defense to fight terrorism. Bad things happen every so often. That's life. A person is more likely to die of cancer, heart disease, or a car accident than an alien attack. Rights must be absolute. Alien powers are the same as gun rights. Yeah, occasionally a person is going to be killed but individuals must be afforded the right to protect themselves," Sen. Paul said.
"So the answer to alien attacks, terrorism, and gun violence is to not give a shit?" Kara questioned.
"Exactly right," Sen. Paul confirmed. "We don't need the DEO really. We just need people like you, good citizens, to take initiative to watch their own neighborhoods. When we rely on all of these police agencies, we become complacent and stop being on guard ourselves."
"So, we should allow these aliens to join American society no matter the security costs," Kara realized.
"Exactly so, without IDs, without preconditions," Sen. Paul agreed. "Now, should the government give them public assistance, free education, and free health care?" he quizzed.
"No," Kara said after a long pause.
"That's right because as I've said before, we don't give a shit," Sen. Paul smiled pleased with Kara.
"So, you agree with the president's executive order," Kara figured.
"Fuck no. That's a decision that should be made by congress. The president thinks he's a king," Sen. Paul objected.
"Do you ever wonder if your principles ever get in the way of you getting your way?" Kara asked.
"No, because, as I have said before, I don't give a shit," Sen. Paul replied.
"When will the world be made anew?" Kara asked him.
"Only the father knows that," Sen. Paul said pointing to a picture of his dad. "The only way to get to the father is through the son."
"You are so wise," Kara said kneeling and giving his ring a kiss.
"Now, go my child and have fun," Sen. Paul told her.
President Obama held a public signing ceremony out in the open with cameras everywhere. A number of cabinet officials and Hillary Clinton were present. The DEO, FBI, Secret Service, and MPD were everywhere, all wearing black sunglasses and earpieces. Kara was in the air scanning for any threats.
Obama made a speech about civil liberties and then signed the executive order. Suddenly, a flame blasted his podium destroying the executive order. Multiple flame bursts hit Secret Service agents. Kara flew in and shielded Obama from getting hit.
Scorch appeared with flames on her hands. Alex fired on her without effect. Scorch blasted Alex with fire. Alex scrambled to get into the fountain to put the flames off her jacket. Maggie then pulled out a pistol on Scorch only to have it blasted out of her hands. Scorch took hold of Maggie and disappeared in a wall of flames.
Kara casually walked towards Alex while still covered in flames. "You okay?" Kara asked.
"Put yourself out, show off," Alex said disdainfully.
"Hey, where's Maggie?" Kara wondered.
Hank came onto the scene and looked at the destruction. "So, it wasn't our mystery alien, after all."
"This is all my fault and now Detective Sawyer is missing," Kara said reflectively.
"You can't blame yourself," Alex said to her.
"Don't do that. She's a bad girl and needs to know it," Hank repeated.
"You knew it was her at that bar. That's why you punched her," Alex realized.
"I figured it killed her," Kara shrugged.
"You almost got the president killed," Alex lectured.
"I didn't do anything. It was a red-haired lady that did it," Kara excused.
"We could have been looking for her instead of thinking it was Mon," Alex raged.
"I thought I killed her. Give me a break," Kara threw up her hands.
Alex entered the alien gay bar and found the same alien that knew about Mon. "I need information," Alex said putting a picture of Scorch on the bar.
"Piss off," he replied.
Kara grabbed a hold of him. "Tell me what I want to know or you and everyone here dies," Kara ordered.
"Why do you care so much?" the alien asked.
"I don't. I'm just having fun," Kara told him.
"I know where she is. She hangs out at the foundry," the female bartender volunteered.
"You saved all of their lives," Kara smirked at her.
Kara flew to the foundry and dropped in to see Scorch with Maggie. "Don't you see, this amnesty will reveal who we are and where we live. It's a trap."
"Maybe," Kara said unconcernedly.
"I don't plan to be in some science lab," Scorch said to her.
"The alternative is death," Kara told her.
"In every world, I have been, the locals lock away those that are different. There's a reason you have a secret identity, Supergirl. The humans cannot be trusted," Scorch said to her.
"I agree with every word you've said but you threatened Maggie, so I have to kill you," Kara said firing her heat vision into her chest.
Scorch stuck out her tongue in orgasmic bliss as she experienced a power-up. "Let's see how super you are," Scorch said blasting Maggie and Alex away from them.
Scorch then went on the offensive with flaming hands. Kara easily dodged her attacks and punched her away. Kara then blew frost breath on Scorch freezing her solid. Kara went for a finishing move when Scorch blasted the ice off her. Scorch blasted Kara with heat vision and then flared up a fiery aura. Kara used her super-speed to whirl around her cutting off her oxygen.
Scorch struggled to breathe and then lost her flames. Maggie smacked Scorch hard with a metal pipe knocking her out. Kara then picked up Scorch's limp body. "I'll take care of her for good," she promised.
"What do you mean? We take her to jail, right?" Maggie questioned.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You're new to this," Kara smirked.
"You can't be okay with this," Maggie said to Alex.
"There is no cell that can hold her. Not with that kind of heat," Alex said.
"Superman would never do this," Maggie protested.
"You're right, but I'm not Superman," Kara told her and then flew off until she reached space. The unconscious Scorch would never again be able to ignite her flame.
At Catco, James held a meeting without Snapper. "Our headline is Supergirl defeats extremist alien, saving the day."
"If by defeat, you mean kill," Kara chuckled.
"What the hell is this? You rewrote my draft," Snapper accused entering the room.
"Yeah," James said nonchalantly.
"You can't just rewrite my piece," Snapper protested.
"I think I just did," James said obviously.
"I'll walk," Snapper threatened.
"Get walking," James replied.
"What do you want?" Snapper asked finally.
"This isn't a negotiation. I'm your boss, and you're my bitch," James told him.
Snapper gave him a stupefied expression and then walked out humiliated.
"Nice," Kara complimented.
"Are we going to be an unbiased fact-based magazine now?" Kara asked him.
"Let's not go too crazy," James replied.
At the DEO, Kara strolled up to Mon's new cell. He had almost healed from Kara's attacks. Kara opened the cell and entered having no fear of him. "You disappointed me, Mon. You weren't the assassin," Kara said.
"I don't live to please you," he shot back. "You going to apologize for your false accusation?"
"That's not really my thing," Kara told him. "My name is Kara Zor-El," she formally introduced herself.
"My name is Mon-El, Prince Mon-El," he said arrogantly.
"Yeah, about that. I looked into your race and planet. As it happens, your planet has been completely destroyed," Kara said.
Mon gave her a stunned look. "My race, my kingdom."
"I know how you feel. My planet was also destroyed," Kara said sympathetically.
"Then...my only path in life is to subjugate humans," Mon said still in a state of shock.
"That's the spirit, but I'll kill you if you try," Kara said.
"I will train to surpass you. Until then, I will observe what you do," Mon said.
"We need to get you a better name for your race. The translation to English doesn't really work," Kara said.
"What's wrong with being Jin-Saiyan? We are a proud race," Mon said offended.
"Let's call you...Saiya-Jin, instead," Kara suggested.