Brainiac 5 carefully took a piece of the Harun-El sample he took and liquefied it with a burner. He then walked around a Kryptonian prisoner strapped to an interrogation chair. "You have committed a number of serious crimes worthy of the Phantom Zone," Brainiac 5 said to the prisoner.
"I'm rehabilitated," the prisoner insisted.
"That raises an interesting question: Is punishment rehabilitation or a deterrent?" Brainiac 5 considered. "I find that it depends on a case-by-case basis. However, it still remains unclear on a macro-level."
"Please let me go," the prisoner pleaded.
Brainiac 5 casually dropped a black droplet into the prisoner's eye. "That I cannot do. I want to see what happens next."
Alex brought Ruby to the DEO as soon as Sam came out of her coma. "Ruby?" Sam asked for her as she saw her.
Ruby came over to Sam and gave her a hug. "Look at your hair? Who the fuck allowed you to do this?" Sam asked dumbfounded.
"You don't like it?" Ruby asked hurt.
Sam was about to scold her but then realized what they had gone through. "You know what? It's fine."
"That doesn't sound like an endorsement," Ruby frowned.
"Ruby, cut me some slack, alright," Sam said embracing her again. "I love you."
"I love you, too, mom," Ruby said.
"Thank you," Sam said softly to Alex.
"Ah, what a touching moment between mother and daughter. I wish I knew what that felt like," Kara said bitterly.
"I have some questions to ask you," Alex said to her.
Kara took out a wine bottle and poured herself a glass. "You remember Ronald, the sheriff?" Alex asked.
"How could I forget?" Kara said as she drank a wine glass down.
"He told me some interesting things," Alex said coyly.
"Oh really?" Kara wondered.
"He said that for ten years, he sent you hush money to cover up his drug trafficking," Alex said accusingly.
"And you believe him?" Kara asked hurt.
"It would explain a lot like how you were able to afford this apartment and your lifestyle without working for ten years," Alex said.
"Well, aren't you the detective?" Kara mocked as she poured herself another glass.
"Did you do it? Did you let a murderer go free, so you could profit off drug trafficking?" Alex asked.
"Why do you give a shit?" Kara asked her.
"Because it's a federal crime and it's immoral," Alex lectured.
"I didn't force those people to sell, buy, or use drugs, alright. They did that on their own. I couldn't stop them, so I did the next best thing: I took half of their profits," Kara said righteously.
"You're Supergirl. You could have stopped them," Alex said.
"I hadn't decided to become Supergirl back then. You should actually be thanking me for taking away money they could have used to finance their operations. I probably did more to hinder them than the FBI ever could," Kara said.
"This really is unbelievable. You financed your entire lifestyle and never had a job for years off drug money. And here I am, at the DEO, busting the very people that are giving you money," Alex said incredulously.
"I feel we were unwittingly working together on this problem. You busted them, and I took their money. Or would you have rather had that money go into the pocket of gangsters?" Kara asked.
"What you did was immoral," Alex concluded.
"Morality is about the consequences...or was it intentions? I get those two mixed up," Kara admitted.
"Ronald killed Kenny Lee. We both know this," Alex said seriously.
"Who?" Kara wondered.
"Don't play dumb," Alex rolled her eyes.
"Look, neither of us saw him do it. Who knows what really happened?" Kara allowed as she finished her second glass.
"Is this conversation depressing you?" Alex asked as Kara poured another glass.
"My mother is still alive on Argo City," Kara revealed.
"Wow," Alex said stunned.
"It doesn't really feel real. I saw her self-righteous expression. I listened to her bitch me out. I felt her as I tried to get a hug out of her. She's been alive this entire time in the city I grew up in," Kara said depressed.
"I can't imagine what that felt like," Alex said happy for her.
"It felt...empty. My dream came true, and I felt nothing," Kara admitted.
"You want to go back?" Alex asked her.
"I'm...fucked up," Kara realized. "Maybe if I go back, I can become normal. You're right about everything. I accepted drug money to finance my life here on Earth. I was lazy and apathetic not interested in getting a job, a career, or even a college degree. I enjoy insulting and mocking people while undermining their sincerely held beliefs. I kill people...and I enjoy it," Kara said looking out the window.
"You have saved this world countless times. A person is defined by their enemies," Alex said to her.
"I have fought heroes to keep you safe, not for any kind of noble reason but because I was selfish," Kara admitted. "I would let this world burn if it meant you and your family were safe."
"We all have our issues. Maybe you just need a shrink," Alex suggested.
"Come with me. The Kryptonians on Argo are as weak as you are," Kara offered.
"Thanks," Alex rolled her eyes.
"I mean it," Kara said seriously.
"I can't leave the DEO, my home, my family," Alex refused.
"I'm not the hero I should be. I want more, and I know I shouldn't," Kara said reflectively.
"Go back to Argo. Fix yourself if you need to. Be selfish," Alex said to her.
Kara felt empty. She had found a way to manipulate Alex's initial moral outrage into generating sympathy for herself. She was a master manipulator, a pathological liar, and an extreme narcissist. "Before I go, we need to do something together," Kara said facing her.
"What? Anything," Alex said.
"Get drunk as fuck," Kara poured her another glass.
"I'll drink to that," Alex smiled clinking glasses with Kara.
At the DEO, Kara walked over to Mon away from the others. "We're going back to Argo," Kara said.
"Do I have say in this?" Mon asked her.
"Reign has been defeated. There's no reason for us to stay here anymore," Kara said.
"We can't really train on Argo. It would shake the asteroid apart," Mon pointed out.
"I'm tired of training. I want peace and quiet for once," Kara said.
"Alright," Mon agreed.
"Let's get Mara and get the hell out of here," Kara said.
Mon grabbed Kara's shoulder and the two were instantly gone from the DEO.
At Midvale, Kara and Mon walked up to the Danvers' residence wearing civilian clothes. Eliza and Jeremiah came out to greet them. "Mara has been such a joy to have over. She is so well-behaved," Eliza said condescendingly.
"You did a good job raising her," Jeremiah complimented shaking Kara's hand with his robot arm.
"I think it was in spite of me," Kara admitted.
"You're a hero, Kara. Always remember that," Eliza told her.
"We have to go for a while. I found a Kryptonian settlement. My mother is still alive," Kara revealed.
"Really? I'm so happy for you," Eliza smiled.
"Yeah, it's great," Kara said without enthusiasm.
"Go to her. Tell her how you feel," Eliza said to Kara.
"You will always be my real mother," Kara said to her.
Mara then exited the house and greeted her parents. "You did what I couldn't because you saw the good in other people. You had a faith I didn't have," Kara said to her.
"It was just a hunch. It could have ended really badly," Mara said still shaken up over being starved nearly to death.
"I don't deserve you," Kara said giving Mara a tight hug.
"Why are you here?" Mara asked curiously.
"Your grandmother is still alive in a Kryptonian settlement, my mother, I mean," Kara told her. "We're all going to Argo City."
Mara stepped back from her mother. "I can't leave Earth. I was born here and raised here. This is my true home."
"Don't make this harder than it has to be," Kara said to her.
"The world needs Supergirl," Mara insisted. "I run a multi-billion dollar company. I can't leave it all."
"You're only eight. You're not an adult, yet," Kara said to her.
"I think you know I'm ready," Mara said stubbornly.
"I can't deal with this defiance. Mon, take her. We're leaving," Kara said.
"No," Mon refused.
Kara looked over the group present realizing she was outnumbered. Without saying a word, she stalked off. "She'll get over it," Mon assured Mara and then walked off after Kara.
Kara clenched her fists as she glared angrily at the sea. In a sudden burst of anger, she fired heat vision at a far-away rock formation in the ocean. The rock formation lost half of its size as its upper-half was blasted off. Mon came over to the troubled Kara.
"I am so miserable, Mon. I wish I could die sometimes," Kara told him.
"Maybe it's time you let others make the decisions. There is serenity in surrender," Mon suggested.
"Alright," Kara allowed. "Take me where you want me to go. I don't care where."
Mon nodded and touched Kara's shoulder. The two disappeared and reappeared on Argo.
Brainiac 5 rapidly typed on his data-pad as his subject turned into a zombie and started thrashing about on the medical bed. "Wicked," Kon said excitedly.
"Your commentary of my work is always appreciated, Kon," Brainiac 5 said to him.
"What's your next experiment?" Kon asked.
"I need to mix the black goo with sperm, impregnate a female, and see what happens," Brainiac 5 said randomly.
"Any female?" Kon asked eagerly.
Brainiac 5 eyed Kon. "No, Kon. She must be a serious criminal. Sometimes, I wonder if you need another ethics class."
"I know all the ethical theories. I just don't give a shit," Kon admitted.
"You need to apply ethics to your life or else your Insane base instincts will take over. You should learn from my example," Brainiac 5 said.
The prisoner's head began to move from the inside and then suddenly exploded all over the walls. "Clearly," Kon said dryly.
Kara and Mon walked up to Selena and Alura. "Welcome back, Kara Zor-El," Selena greeted politely.
"Good to be back," Kara said feeling at peace.
"Let's get you home," Alura said to Kara.
At the residence, Mon played with a Kryptonian equivalent of a rubrics cube. After messing with the ball for a good hour, Mon threw it aside. Kara looked through a chest for her old tests she had taken as a child. One was an ethics test she had taken and scored well on. Kara read over the test not recognizing herself.
"On Argo, you are perfectly safe, Kara. You have already demonstrated your incredible power," Alura said to Kara.
"That's a relief," Kara said not understanding her meaning.
"It's not really necessary for you to have a bodyguard," Alura said bluntly.
"He has the ability to transport me instantly from here to other worlds. I want him around," Kara said.
"Very well. Mon-El, you may sleep in these quarters," Alura said showing him a room.
"Right...ahem," Mon said to Kara.
"What?" Kara wondered distractedly.
"Can we talk about security protocols?" Mon asked her.
"Fine," Kara said getting up and walking with him outside.
"You've denied me three times. This is a betrayal of Biblical proportions," Mon accused.
"I can't tell her we're married. You're Insane," Kara said to him.
"That's specists," Mon accused.
"You may look Kryptonian, but you're not," Kara pointed out.
"Because I don't absorb sunlight like a fucking plant?" Mon asked.
"Deep down you're an animal, an ape," Kara said to him.
"I'm going to tell her," Mon threatened.
"I'll deny it," Kara said simply.
"So, this whole thing about you changing your ways and becoming normal was bullshit?" Mon asked her.
"I do not need this, right now. Once I have things sorted out with my mother, then maybe I can reveal this. Be lucky I didn't know Argo existed. Otherwise, we would never have been a thing," Kara said to him.
"Well, that's shitty," Mon said offended.
"Just play along," Kara told him.
The two went back inside. "Problem?" Alura asked.
"No problem," Mon said cooperatively.
A young woman then entered the residence. "Kara, it's really you. I thought you were dead," she said giving Kara a hug.
"Thara?" Kara wondered upon seeing her.
"I can't believe my eyes," Thara said ecstatically.
"I can't believe you got past my security," Kara said giving Mon a dirty look. "So...what ever happened to your parents and your brother?"
"I'm the only one that survived," Thara said changing her tone.
"Well...that makes me feel like shit," Kara said apologetically.
"With a good shrink, I recovered," Thara said giving Kara a crazy-eyed expression. "Now, seeing you, it's a miracle," Thara said happily.
"It really is miraculous to find someone again when they never call you," Kara agreed, giving Alura a dirty look.
"You've lived on another planet all these years. A planet where you can fly," Thara said amused.
"Yes, figuratively and literally," Kara smiled.
"We will have to climb on top of each other's roofs and fill each other in," Thara said.
"I would...love that," Kara lied. "Thara, this is Mon-El. He's my bodyguard, and he's Insane," Kara introduced.
"Wow, I've never met one in person. I've read many articles on your savagery," Thara said intrigued.
"Well, I'm actually Prince of the Insane, so I'm a little more civilized," Mon said playing along.
"You snagged yourself an alien prince. How interesting," Thara gushed to Kara.
"It was for a good while," Kara allowed. "Mon-El here is the leader of the Vindicators, a special galactic police force from the future."
"Thara is in law enforcement as well. She's chief police officer here on Argo," Alura brought up.
"Times have been peaceful since we resettled thanks to Alura and the High Council," Thara said.
"I'll have to come up with creative ways to get you working again," Kara half-joked.
Thara laughed not realizing Kara was serious. "Thara has really stepped up. She knows the city like the back of her hand," Alura complimented.
Kara was about to brag about her X-ray vision but stopped herself. "Well, maybe you can help Mon-El find what he's looking for."
"I'm in desperate need of power-batteries for my ship," Mon lied.
"Well, the market surely has it," Thara suggested.
"So...Thara, got a husband and kids yet?" Kara asked.
"Actually...my husband died in an electrical fire accident. I have two kids, though," Thara said sadly.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," Kara said sincerely.
"Well, that's what day-care is for," Thara said brightly.
Kara and Mon gave each other looks. "Right, I would love to see your kids," Kara said.
Guardian hung out at the basketball court bored. "Anything?"
"Nope," Winn radioed in.
"I wish someone would just commit a crime already," Guardian said annoyed.
"I thought we were in this to prevent crimes," Winn said.
"Negative, we started this to kick ass," Guardian reminded him. "If I could turn the whole city into criminals, I would."
"Kara would love that," Winn said dryly.
"You think she's going to stay?" Guardian asked.
"I don't know, man. I just got a feeling, we will be seeing less-and-less of her," Winn said in epic foreshadowing.
"Hold that thought. I think I hear crime," Guardian said getting ready for action.
A cop chased down a bank robber through a parking lot. Finally, the criminal took out a rifle and fired automatic fire at the police officer. Guardian pushed the cop out of the way and deflected the bullets. He then took cover behind a car. The shooter blasted out the windows and took off.
At the DEO, Winn looked over the ruined shield. "It pains me to see a masterpiece in ruins."
"It still kind of works," James allowed.
"Sorry, I'm late. I had to deal with some family bullshit," Hank said entering the room. "I heard you encountered a bank robber that kicked your ass. What kind of weapon did he use? Alien weaponry?"
"No, I would say DEO weaponry," James said accusingly.
"We get all of our rifles from the lowest bidder just like every other military organization," Hank said unimpressed.
"Well, it was this one," James pointed out the weapon. (In the TV show, it's actually a very very common M4 rifle. However, a close examination of the spent cartridges shows them being blanks...you lazy fucks!)
Hank looked over the weapon. "An M4 rifle, standard issue."
"Yeah, well, it made a lot of dents in my shield," James said defensively.
"Perhaps your shield is weak as fuck," Hank remarked. "Any weapons unaccounted for in the armory?" Hank asked Winn.
"Nope," Winn answered.
"So, why do I give a shit?" Hank wondered.
"Somebody shot this weapon at a cop. I just want to catch the guy. If he has one, he may have ten more," James said.
"Hate to break it to you but the M4 or the civilian equivalent, AR15, is a very common weapon. I could buy one online, right now. There's nothing special about our rifles. I mean, God damn, you have any idea how many gun manufactures in the world produce this rifle?" Hank asked.
"We did a ballistic test, and we determined that the impacts on the shield from the shooter match the same impacts from this rifle here," Winn said.
"Well, no shit, Winn. They both shoot the same 5.56mm cartridge," Hank said.
"Oh," Winn said not realizing.
"You both are dumb as fuck, you know that?" Hank critiqued.
"Yeah, well, these guns shouldn't be on the streets, to begin with," James argued.
"So only shady mother-fuckers like myself should have all the guns? I like where your head's at, James. Let's go talk to the manufacturer," Hank smiled looking for any excuse to leave the office and not deal with his father.
In the market place, Kara and Mon walked around with white umbrellas. Mon was in sweatpants and a sweatshirt like he just came from the gym and Kara was in a blue dress. "It's just nice to be normal, you know. I mean, I still have all my powers and shit, but I can at least pretend," Kara said.
A blond woman and her son came up to Mon and Kara. "Thank you for saving my son," she said gratefully.
"It was an anti-asthma device from the future," Mon downplayed.
"Saving people without telling me," Kara nodded. "What the fuck, Mon?" Kara demanded becoming upset.
"You see that? You're doing it again," Mon pointed out.
"Alright, I'm cool, I'm cool," Kara said becoming chill again.
"Are you alright?" the mother asked Kara.
A crane suddenly dropped pieces of metal on the crowd crushing the woman and her son to death among others in the market place. "Well...shit," Kara realized.
Soon thereafter, Kelex droids came over to repair the damage to the market place, take the metal frames away, and carry off the dead. "It's fortunate you two were not hurt," Alura said politely.
"Yes, very fortunate...we were not hurt," Kara mocked.
"So, sorry. Usually, construction equipment is up to code. It turns out this one wasn't inspected yet," Thara said embarrassed.
"What a coincidence that the very crane not inspected was also the very one remotely used to attack the market," Kara said thoughtfully.
"Indeed," Mon agreed.
"You don't think this was an accident?" Thara wondered.
"Not a chance," Kara smirked inappropriately. "I saw a woman in priestess robes running away suspiciously."
"There are many priestesses here, and I wouldn't blame them for running away from such a thing as this," Thara said.
"It's just, in my life, nothing is a coincidence," Kara said.
"There hasn't been a murder here in Argo since its founding. It would be a radical step to open a murder investigation," Thara considered.
"Well, we wouldn't want to disillusion anyone, would we?" Kara mocked.
"Murder and violence are on Earth. You're on Argo now," Alura told her.
"No harm in looking into it though. I mean, several people are dead now," Mon said obviously.
"Of course. I'll get right on it," Thara agreed. "I'll see you two later," Thara smiled as she walked off.
"She is so cheerful for being a police officer. Reminds me of Zootopia," Kara said amused.
"As you know, pair-bonding is the most efficient model in society for productivity and the raising of children," Alura began.
"Actually, I believe polygamy is even more efficient. For example, in a family of one man and two women, the man and the first wife can work while the second wife can take care of all the kids. Instead of one-half of the family working, its two-thirds," Mon said brightly.
Kara gave Mon a dirty look. "An interesting perspective," Alura said dismissively.
"So, you were saying?" Kara asked wondering if there was a point.
"All residents of Argo are paired off. Those that do not are assigned one," Alura said.
"I don't see you having a husband," Kara pointed out.
Alura gave Kara an uncomfortable look. "I didn't think you were ready to know."
"Wait...what?" Kara wondered.
"I remarried, Kara. He's been away on the other side of the city. He's in construction," Alura revealed.
"I have a step-dad," Kara said blown away.
"It is the natural order of things. As a councilwoman, I cannot remain single for the rest of my life," Alura said obviously.
"Do I have step-siblings?" Kara asked stunned.
"No, we decided having children was not necessary. Also, the council thinks there may be something wrong with my genetics. I may have genetic traits that produce undesirable effects in my offspring," Alura said delicately.
"I get it. I'm a fuck-up," Kara acknowledged.
"It's not personal," Alura told her.
"It kind of feels personal," Kara gave her a fake smile.
"So, as I was saying, everyone that resides in Argo is paired up. Will you be staying in Argo permanently?" Alura asked Kara.
"Sure," Kara said having no intention.
"Then it is time you were also paired up," Alura said looking at her smartphone.
"Say what?" Kara thought she misheard. "I thought I was genetically defective."
"You are, but you don't need to have children to be married. As you know, natural reproduction is heresy," Alura said.
"Have you ever considered changing that law or does it still poll well?" Kara mocked.
"Everyone in Argo City is paired up except one. That is why I invited Thara to the residence. The two of you shall be married. She is your best friend, after all. She can put all her efforts into her position as a police chief, and you can take care of her children. It's efficient," Alura said.
"This might come as a shock to you, but I'm not a homosexual," Kara told her.
"Sexual attraction is irrelevant. You share your bodies as a way to relieve stress and provide emotional support. When your father and I were married, we had no sexual chemistry. We learned to provide for each other's needs, so we could be efficient in our work," Alura said.
"A romance for the ages," Mon smiled.
"Surely, there's a single man somewhere in this city," Kara objected.
"There are none. As of today, there are two single females in the city," Alura checked her smartphone.
"Well, maybe that will change in a few years," Kara said darkly.
"Who you marry is irrelevant, Kara. There's no reason to delay it," Alura replied.
"So, what's the divorce policy here in Argo?" Kara asked.
"Only if the High Council agrees to it," Alura answered.
"I am so fucked," Kara realized. "Not only am I to be married to a woman, but we would also be the only homosexual couple in this city."
"Hopefully, Thara will be able to civilize you," Alura said scornfully.
"A lot to think about," Mon said thoroughly amused by these developments.
Alura then walked off leaving Mon and Kara alone. "Do you think I'm paranoid about the crane?" Kara asked changing the subject.
"I hope not," Mon grinned.
Hank and James went to go to talk to a large gun manufacturer's CEO. "Mr. Jones, thanks for waiting," the CEO said knowingly.
"This is James Olsen. He's with Catco magazine," Hank introduced.
"What the fuck, Jon? I thought we agreed never to talk to the press about what we do here," the CEO said annoyed.
"He's cool, man," Hank assured him.
"So...how can I help you?" the CEO asked condescendingly.
"Have there been any missing shipments of weapons, anything from your factories?" Hank asked.
"Nope," the CEO replied smugly.
"A bank robbery suspect used a weapon identical to the rifles you provide to Director Jones," James pointed out.
"You mean the M4? Well, no shit. Every military and law enforcement branch uses them," the CEO said confused.
"We're more concerned that the civilian had it," Hank clarified.
"We sell a shit-ton of weapons to the general public. When Supergirl threatened to disarm the entire population that one time, our sales went sky-high and our stock went through the roof. By the way, can you get her to do that again? I know Trump is in office, but you know," the CEO said.
"Well...that depends," Hank replied coyly.
"You want my musket? It's old as fuck, but it's an antique," the CEO offered.
"I'll see what I can do," Hank said not promising anything.
"This M4 was fully automatic," James pointed out.
"That would be illegal tampering of the weapon. However, if it had a bump-stock that would be totally legal," the CEO said unconcernedly. "Either way, it's not my problem."
"You can stop selling that weapon," James argued.
"If we were to do that, another firm would just take our place. What's with you liberals and gun ownership? When has reducing the supply ever worked? You still got drugs on the streets. As long as there is a demand, people will supply it. Now, do you have the serial number of the rifle?" the CEO asked.
"Well, no," James said lamely.
"So, I can't even determine if we even sold it," the CEO said unimpressed.
"I want all the specs on the M4 rifle," Hank demanded.
"It's online," the CEO said pointing it out.
"What if I threaten to take my business elsewhere?" Hank asked.
"I honestly don't give a fuck. We got so many bids for contracts out there, we can't keep track of them all. Supposedly you're with the FBI, but I have no idea if you are," the CEO held his ground.
"Well, has this been eye-opening for you, Mr. Olsen?" Hank asked.
"Yeah," James said a little unsure of himself.
"Wait, you were just fucking with me? God damn, Mr. Jones. You really had me going," the CEO smiled.
"Look, my replacement may not be so...understanding of our relationship," Hank warned the CEO.
"I think I can handle her," the CEO smiled knowingly.
Kara, Mon, Alura, Thara, and Alura's much younger husband, Thor, were at an expensive restaurant catching up. Thor was friendly and funny as he discussed construction mishaps. He had short blond hair, a muscular physique, and looked to be in his mid-twenties. He could be easily confused as Kara's younger brother.
Kara didn't even touch her steak as she stared at the charismatic Thor. "So, I told him, 'Why don't you use the hammer?'" Thor chuckled.
The entire table except for Kara laughed in amusement. A waiter came over to Kara. "I need something really strong," Kara said to him.
"What do you mean?" the waiter asked confused.
"You know, alcohol, where you let fruit rot in the sun and extract their juices," Kara said obviously.
"Oh, we don't have that," the waiter said.
"Damn...it," Kara said waving the waiter away.
"I'll have three measures of chocolate ice cream mix, one measure of dark chocolate, half a measure of banana, shake it over ice, don't spare the whipped cream, and add a cherry on top," Mon ordered.
"Right away, Sir," the waiter said walking off.
"Enjoying yourself?" Kara asked bitterly.
"As much as a second-class citizen can," Mon replied.
"And so my hammer fell out of my hand and bonked my best mate, but it's okay because he was wearing a helmet," Thor continued with his stories.
"Safety first," Thara laughed.
"Kill me," Kara muttered.
"Did you ever find your batteries?" Thara asked Mon.
"Oh yeah," Mon nodded declining to tell her how he stole the entire stock.
"Do you remember when we were assigned to study insects, and we all failed to control their populations so they multiplied like crazy," Thara recalled. "I chose gnats, but you made the bold decision to study mosquitoes."
"Who knew an uncontrollable mosquito population could spread disease across the entire planet?" Kara smiled fondly of the memory.
"I know, right?" Thara agreed.
Alura frowned at them both as she recalled having to deal with Kara's ecological disaster. "I'm sure you're an amazing mother, though...all...by...yourself," Kara said.
"So, where are the kids at now?" Mon wondered.
"They're with a babysitter. Out of the blew, a teenage boy in strange clothes volunteered. He was so sweet," Thara said.
Kara and Mon froze at that description. "So, I'm planning to build a gazebo in the back yard. Would you like to join me in its construction?" Thor asked Mon.
"Absolutely," Mon agreed.
Kara then noticed a priestess staring at them through the window. "You'll have to excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom," Kara said getting up.
Kara stalked a priestess and then took off her hood. "You were in the market place. I saw you. Are you spying on me?" she accused.
"Kara, what's going on?" Thara asked coming to her side.
"She was right there when the crane fell," Kara told her.
"It's not true. I wasn't there," the priestess denied.
"X-ray vision: It is a bitch," Kara's eyes glowed hot.
"You're crazy," the priestess said.
"That's the first thing that has made sense all day," Kara mocked. "You're going to tell me who you are or what you want with me or I'm going to use you as my new punching bag."
"Kara, that's enough. I've known her for years. Her husband owns the grocery. She would never hurt anyone, especially someone she has never met," Thara said.
The priestess then walked off into the night. "I trust you when it comes to getting around town or the Kryptonian legal code, but you need to trust me when it comes to murderers and terrorists. Treachery and murderous intent are universal and no society, no matter how peaceful, is immune to them," Kara told her.
"You should get some rest. I'll take care of this," Thara said to her.
Kara stared blankly into the night as Thara walked off.
Hank invited James to the DEO. "How's your article coming along?" Hank asked.
"Lena vetoed it," James said annoyed. "Apparently, she loves guns."
"Since you love violating civil liberties, you're going to love this," Hank said using his satellites to locate the shooter before he entered the parking lot complex and exiting. The satellite then got a look on his face and began facial recognition.
In short order, the TV screen showed the shooter. "Arthur Willis," Hank pointed out.
"Yeah," James said slightly disturbed by the DEO's technological ability.
"Arthur Willis has no sign of criminality or mental illness," Winn said from his tablet.
"How many guns did he buy?" Alex asked.
"Four," Winn replied.
"Let's violate some more civil liberties by hacking into his social media accounts and email," Hank ordered Winn.
"What do you know? A manifesto," Winn discovered.
"So, it appears he hates his boss. No surprise," Hank said reading it. "Hack into the Vanga&Morales law-firm surveillance systems. I want to know what they see."
"Got it," Winn said giving them access.
"Nothing," Winn said looking at all the cameras.
"He may be at home. Send a team to his house," Hank ordered Alex.
"Don't we need a search warrant?" Alex asked naively.
"Do I look like I give a fuck?" Hank rolled his eyes.
Soon, DEO agents dressed as FBI agents raided the house and apprehended Arthur Willis. "Initiate disappearance protocol," Hank ordered.
"By my count, you just violated several amendments," James said dryly.
"No, Mr. Olsen. We didn't violate anyone's rights, because we don't exist," Hank smiled pleased.
Kara stared at a wall at the residence deep in thought. "Thara spoke with the owner of that construction company. The crane fell as a result of a part they were having trouble with in the past. She also checked out the priestess. Fel-Ra was at work when it happened, so it wasn't her," Alura said to her.
The wheels in Kara's brain turned as she looked for an explanation for this. "Alright," she allowed.
"You made a bad impression at dinner. You can't just arrest someone on your own," Alura told her.
"It's called a citizen's arrest," Kara rolled her eyes.
"You were mistaken. I can only use my position so far to shield you from punishment," Alura told her.
"I cannot be hurt. I cannot be contained. I have unlimited resources across the galaxy to take from. There is nothing your silly council can do to threaten me with," Kara said.
"What about the legacy of the House of El? Does that matter to you?" Alura asked.
"The bloodline ends with me so who gives a shit?" Kara asked.
"That's not true. There is Kal-El," Alura reminded her.
Kara gritted her teeth upon hearing his name. "I understand what you're going through, Kara. It's going to require an adjustment from Earth," Alura allowed.
"Spare me," Kara said turning away from her.
"In our beginning years, the air was thin and poisonous. We were sick all the time gasping for air. Friends and colleagues were dying every day. We were in darkness, freezing, and starving. Your father tried to activate the shield, but it wouldn't work properly. So, he went outside the dome to fix the problem. He was exposed to lethal radiation. He knew he was sacrificing his life, but he did it anyway for our survival. He was a hero that brought honor to this house. Don't dishonor his memory now," Alura told her.
"What do you want from me?" Kara asked finally.
"Conform to the rest of society. Drop this theory of yours," Alura said to her.
"Fine, whatever," Kara said losing motivation.
At the DEO, Hank brought all DEO personnel to the main floor. "I have an announcement to make. With the alien threat eliminated, I have decided to turn our resources into dealing with domestic threats: murders, kidnappings, bank robberies, espionage, counter-intelligence, and other FBI-type shit," Hank said to them.
"Safety of this nation is of top priority. We will be tracking and eliminating criminal and mentally ill gun owners starting today. Even those who have paid their debt to society or have yet to commit a crime will be considered. You could call it a kind of Minority Report, if you will," Hank continued.
"We will be tracking social media accounts and emails, tapping into surveillance systems, using satellite imagery and facial recognition. If a person commits a crime with a gun, I want them found within 24 hours. Then, we will break into their homes and take their weapons by force. We may even imprison them indefinitely at this facility without charges, a lawyer, or any of that legal nonsense. We will then proceed to use enhanced interrogation techniques to get all we can out of them," Hank said to them.
"For a safe and secure society," Hank concluded.
There was a long silent pause. Finally, one DEO agent clapped for the proposal. Others followed until the entire room was clapping. Hank smiled as he shook hands with some of his agents. Hank then walked with Alex. "I want you to order some non-lethal weaponry for crowd control. I expect there to be some angry folks," Hank said.
"Are we phasing out our lethal weaponry?" Alex wondered.
"The fuck you think?" Hank smirked and walked off laughing.
"Holy shit," James said thoroughly disillusioned.
Kara went inside a large domed greenhouse and looked over the Kryptonian flowers. Mon joined her as she smelled a flower. "Your mother said I might find you here. As your bodyguard, I should know where you are at all times," Mon said.
"This place is beautiful," Kara said ignoring his concern.
"Sure," Mon allowed disinterested.
"Then why do I feel this nagging desire to burn it all down?" Kara asked him.
"You have a warrior's spirit. You desire to kill and destroy. I understand completely. I feel it all the time," Mon said understandingly.
"I have to change. I need to fit in," Kara said.
"My Kara doesn't change for others. She makes others change for her," Mon reminded her.
"I kind of feel like I'm having a mid-life crisis," Kara admitted. "I was so sure that priestess was behind the crane incident."
"Kara, remember your oldest teaching: the customer is always right," Mon began.
"They must be punished for their arrogance," Kara finished.
"If that priestess did commit that crime and the authorities want to ignore it, why should you give a shit?" Mon asked.
"Exactly," Kara realized.
"Kara, you'll be a lot happier if you just stop giving a shit," Mon advised."Just stop caring about your mother throwing you away, the High Council looking down on you, and Thara disbelieving you. Just...fuck it," Mon told her.
"My God, you're right," Kara had an epiphany. "I came to Argo to make a difference and in so doing so I got wrapped up in what I should be doing that it never occurred to me that I should do nothing at all."
Mon threw a small rock in the stream creating a dam that started to flood the flower beds. "Be the rock, not the stream," he advised.
Kara looked around for any witnesses and then kissed Mon passionately. A Kelex droid then fired on them breaking them up. "Really?" Kara said annoyed.
The Kelex droid went for another shot. Kara blasted the droid with her heat vision. Kara looked around with her X-ray vision and found a priestess running for the exit. Kara used her super-speed and grabbed her by the throat. Lifting her off the ground, Kara smirked as she saw the same priestess that had been spying on her the night before.
"What a pity? I'm not crazy, after all," Kara said dropping the priestess.
Thara got in the priestess's face. "I defended you and now you try to kill the daughter of the House of El. There hasn't been an attempted murder on Argo since its founding. After everything Alura and Zor-El have done for our survival," she lectured.
"We are the daughters of the night. Children of Juru. The deliverance of old Krypton. Selena is our high priestess," she revealed.
"You got this all wrong. Villains are supposed to help the hero and then back-stab them. Selena has been a bitch to me since I got here," Kara rejected.
"Nothing is as it seems," the priestess said to her.
"How ominous," Kara said not taking her seriously.
"It's your mother. We have to go. Consider this a very stern warning for you," Thara said to the priestess.
"You've got to be...," Kara said and then stopped talking as she centered herself.
Kara, Mon, and Thara came up to Alura in the hanger bay. "What is it?" Kara asked.
"There's been an unauthorized transport off the city," Alura said alarmed.
Kara sighed. "Really?" she said unimpressed.
"This is serious. We don't have many ships to spare. They're meant to evacuate the city during a disaster," Thara explained.
"We need to know who left," Alura said concernedly.
"I'll send out an alert to narrow down who isn't in the city," Thara said sending the alert out to the entire city on her smartphone device.
Arriving on Earth, three Kryptonian witches gathered in a swamp. Taking a Kryptonian crystal, they quickly created a new fortress as solid rock erupted from the ground. "If the angels of Rao won't bring the End of Days, then I will," Selena said and then all three of them laughed maniacally.