Siberia, Russia
Kara was given a small green military uniform, boots, gloves, and a fur hat to keep her warm. "Do you feel warm?" the lieutenant asked her.
"I don't feel anything," Kara replied honestly.
"How did you survive out there in the cold? It's thirty below," the lieutenant said amazed.
"I don't know. The first thing I remember is walking around in the snow totally nude," Kara said embarrassed.
"Well, you came to the wrong place. This is a shit assignment at a shit outpost in a total shit-hole," the lieutenant told her.
Kara nodded absorbing that all in. "Thanks for the clothes, food, and shelter. You're from the government, right?"
"The Russian army, yes, ma'am," the lieutenant smiled.
"I will never forget this. The government saved my life. I will always trust the government," Kara said appreciatively.
"Great, kid," the lieutenant rolled his eyes. "Why don't you keep the men company while I contact Moscow?"
"Sure," Kara said to him.
Kara strolled over to some enlisted men playing cards. "Care to join us, private?" one of them said amused by her non-ranked uniform.
"That's Private Snowball to you," Kara said to him as she sat down on a cot.
"You know how to play Durak?" one of them asked.
"Nope," Kara admitted.
"I'll teach you. It's so simple a blond can learn it," another said.
As Kara was being taught how to play by the five soldiers, the lieutenant got on the phone with Moscow. "I have a girl that was walking out in below thirty-degree weather, barefoot, and only wearing a dress made of ice. She looks like...well, she looks like her," the Lt. said.
"Can you send us a picture of her?" his colonel asked.
"Sir, we don't have Internet out here," the Lt. said respectfully.
"Ah, that's right. Sucks to be you, doesn't it?" the colonel laughed.
"Well, it would be depressing if not for the vodka," the Lt. said honestly.
"We'll send someone out there to get a good look at her. If she's not her, you're in deep shit," the colonel told him.
"Very good, Sir," the Lt. said hanging up.
"I hate this fucking place. The food is shit, our clothes smell like ass, and if not for the damn vodka I would literally shoot myself," one of the soldiers remarked.
Kara smiled absorbing it all in. "Well, finally, we get a hot babe. The women are terrible here," one of them said.
"How so?" Kara asked curiously.
"They're ugly as fuck. That's what this weather does to you," one said to her.
"So, where are you from? You got a weird accent," one asked her.
"I really don't know," Kara said honestly.
"We got ourselves a mystery girl," they cheered and then got out a vodka bottle.
"Should you be drinking while on duty?" Kara wondered.
"Don't tell the Lt. Snitches get stitches," one of them warned her.
"I'll remember that," Kara said and then won the Durka game.
"Well, fuck me," the best player said amused.
"Don't tease," Kara smiled at him.
The Lt. then took Kara to his quarters. "I just told my commanding officer that I have Supergirl in my barracks."
"Really? Where?" Kara asked interested.
"You fucking with me? You see this picture?" the Lt. asked showing her a picture of Supergirl.
"Well, we're both blond," Kara allowed.
"You are her," the Lt. accused.
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. I literally don't have any idea who I am, what I am, or how I got here," Kara said.
"I'm the fittest person here on this installation. If you are as strong as I think you are, you'll beat me," the Lt. said putting his arm on the table.
Kara clasped his hand, smirked, and then slammed his hand down within a second. "So, you are her," the Lt. realized amazed.
"Either that or you're weak as fuck...Sir," Kara smirked.
The Lt. stared at her intently. "You're supposed to be dead. It was all on the news."
"Sorry to disappoint," Kara mocked.
"Is this some kind of American plot against us?" the Lt. asked suspiciously.
"If I was plotting against you, it wouldn't be here," Kara said unimpressed with her surroundings.
"If you're trying to convince me you're not spying on us, you're doing a terrible job," the Lt. fumed.
"Good thing I don't give a shit," Kara smiled.
"We have our own Kryptonite reserves," the Lt. pointed out.
"I don't know what the fuck that is, but you'll be dead before it gets here," Kara smirked.
"Okay, let's start over," the Lt. calmed down.
"Let's," Kara agreed.
"Supergirl is dead, but you are her. You have a Russian accent and can speak Russian fluently. You have no memory of your past. You some kind of clone?" the Lt. asked.
"No idea," Kara admitted.
"Let's just say you are a clone with all of Supergirl's powers. You could balance the international scale of power in the world," the Lt. said excitedly.
"How so?" Kara asked ignorantly.
"America still has the second Supergirl and what remains of the Justice League. They say they don't favor any one nation but that's horseshit. The American and Chinese military are overwhelmingly strong. The only thing we got is our nukes...but you could balance all that out. You could neutralize the American military and all the American superheroes," the Lt. said thoughtfully.
"If you're trying to get into my pants, this is how you do it," Kara said positively aroused by him.
"Wait...what the fuck?" he wondered.
"Let's stop talking about political bullshit and share our warmth together," Kara invited.
"You can't tell the men," the Lt said to her as she advanced on him.
"Snitches get stitches," she repeated.
A political officer arrived at the Siberian outpost and looked at Kara. He saw her green army uniform with "Snowball" stitched in where her last name should be. "Snowball? Is that some kind of joke?" he asked.
"No, but your job is," Kara smirked.
"I work for the Kremlin," he told her.
"And I don't give a shit," Kara replied.
"Is this you?" the political officer asked her showing her a picture of Supergirl.
"No," she said argumentatively.
The political officer looked over the picture and then looked at Kara. He turned to the Lt. "If this is her, we could be taking Supergirl inside our intelligence institutions," the political officer said concernedly.
"Sir, she could fly to Red Square, nuke Moscow, leave, and there isn't a damn thing we could do about it," the Lt. reminded him. "Maybe, if we play her little game, we can get some information and potential cooperation."
"Alright. I'm taking her off your hands. Assuming we're not all killed, you may get your wish for a new assignment," the political officer told him.
"Thank you, Sir," the Lt. said to him.
"Alright, Miss, you're coming with me to Moscow," the political officer said to Kara.
"How about no?" Kara said argumentatively.
"You want to stay in this shit-hole?" the political officer asked her.
"I just don't like being told what to do," Kara explained.
"Alright, it would give me great pleasure if you would please accompanying me to Moscow," he said to her.
Kara exchanged looks with the Lt. "That's how you brown-nose properly."
Kara turned to the political officer. "How we getting there? By jet, plane, helicopter?" she wondered.
"By train," he told her.
"Well...shit," Kara realized.
As Kara spent her time on a long train ride, the Russian military prepared for her arrival. The train stopped just short of Moscow. Russian forces had the train station surrounded with tanks, missile trucks, and infantrymen. Kara scanned their weapons with her X-ray vision and saw Kryptonite in their weapons.
A general came out to meet Kara. "You could at least take me out to dinner before you fuck me," Kara said to him.
"Nothing personal," the general told her.
"It kind of feels personal," Kara disagreed.
"You going to give up this bullshit about not remembering who you are?" the general asked.
"Of course not. It's been too much fun," Kara smiled.
"We can help each other. You can end American dominance of our world," the general said.
"What do I get in return?" Kara asked.
"We negotiating?" the general asked.
"Always," Kara smiled.
"What do you want? Money?" the general asked.
"That's so crude. How about adventure?" Kara asked.
"We hope to one day rebuild the Soviet Union...except for the communism part. In order to do that, a lot of mother-fuckers have to die," the general offered.
"A good start," Kara allowed.
"For a century, we've been looked upon as an evil empire and for good reason. We've done some fucked up things. But now, we have the opportunity to become the good guys," the general said.
"Maybe covering for Assad, as he gassed his own people, was not the start you needed," Kara mocked.
"Maybe, but the next time there is an alien invasion, Russia can finally be the savior of the world," the general said.
"Providing a power balance in the world, killing terrorists and dictators, fighting the most powerful nation on Earth, and taking a swing at the Justice League does tickle me a little. Tell me, if we are under alien threat, will you hold me back with pointless moralizing?" Kara asked.
"We're Russians. The fuck you think?" the general asked and then extended his hand to her.
Kara smiled and then shook his hand.
The general handed Kara over to the Director of PATRIOT at a secure facility underground. "Somehow...this feels familiar," Kara muttered as she went inside the facility and entered a large hall filled with intelligence analysts.
"This is Major-general, Nikolai Dolgov, the Director of PATRIOT," the general handed her off to him. Next to the PATRIOT director was a brown-haired woman who appeared to be in her late twenties.
"This is my second-in-command, Major Alina Lanina," Director Nikolai introduced.
"We're putting a lot of trust in you, Private Snowball," Director Nikolai said to her. "We are hopeful you are sincere."
"Well, that makes two of us, Nick," Kara said informally.
"Our agenda is to stop any and all threats to the Russian Federation and her allies," Nikolai said to her.
"What allies?" Kara scoffed.
"Like Cuba...Venezuela...Syria," he listed off.
"These places are all shit, alright. Let us not kid ourselves. You guys don't need a big military anymore. You don't need shitty allies either. All you need is me," Kara said.
"You seem very full of yourself," Nikolai doubted.
"If I have the same power-level as the original Supergirl, I can crack this planet like an egg," Kara said.
"We should test you to see if that still holds true," Alina suggested.
"What? You got a death-wish?" Kara asked.
"There's no point in revealing you as our trump card if you're not as powerful as the original. The Americans still have the second Supergirl and the Justice League," Nikolai agreed.
"Alright, name the place and time. I'll show you some real shit," Kara said.
Nikolai and Alina looked at each other. "The nuclear test-site."
Middle of Nowhere, Kazakhstan
Nikolai, Alina, and Kara arrived by plane to a small airport in Kazakhstan in the middle of a desert. "We do not appreciate these types of tests on our territory," a Kazakh governor said to Nikolai.
"Yeah, well, I don't give a shit. We have a treaty that states we can do whatever the fuck we want here," Nikolai said dismissively.
"Nuclear tests are prohibited under an international treaty," the Kazakh governor reminded him.
"This isn't a nuclear test, so fuck off," Nikolai said rudely. He then turned to Kara. "Alright, Private Snowball. Let's see what you can do."
"I would back up if I were you," Kara warned.
"Like how far?" he asked.
"Several kilometers," she told him.
Once they were a sufficient distance, Kara reached for her hidden power within. "Wow. This is incredible," she said as she started to glow.
As she reached Prime, the wind picked up and the ground underneath her shook. Kara looked at herself in amazement and then unleashed her power in one powerful flash. The explosion was more massive than any nuclear test ever done.
"Holy shit!" Nikolai said as he saw a dome of energy rise higher into the sky. The shock-wave finally hit them knocking them off their feet.
Once the light faded, Kara remained still glowing. "How about that?" she asked standing in a deep crater.
Moscow
Nikolai and Alina brought Kara over to the Russian space agency in Moscow. "Build the space station here on the ground and then Private Snowball here will take it up into space," Nikolai instructed.
"Sir, the heavier the object the more thrust will be required to get it into space," the scientist objected.
"I got it covered. You could build a Death Star, and I could get it up there," Kara told him.
"We'll get to work right away," the scientist said excitedly.
"Start designing a capsule for a moon mission. Fuck the life support systems," Nikolai said looking at Kara.
"You know, I can just go to the moon without the rocket," Kara said to Nikolai.
"True, but we want the world to think you're a human cosmonaut," Nikolai said obviously.
"Isn't that cheating?" Kara asked.
"Who do you think we are?" Nikolai asked her.
As they walked down Moscow streets, a democracy protest was being conducted. The police were holding them back and were on the verge of giving them a good beating. Kara eyed the protest wondering what to make of it. "Nothing to see here," Nikolai grumbled.
"Why would anyone protest the government?" Kara asked naively.
"Some feel their voice doesn't matter," Alina said diplomatically.
"If they don't stop their silly protest, these people are going to get hurt," Nikolai said disdainfully.
"Perhaps, they should go home then," Kara suggested.
"Try telling them that," Alina rolled her eyes.
Kara walked up towards the protest. They interpreted her to be a Russian soldier and started chanting and screaming against her. Kara went between the police and the protest. Kara scanned the crowd and saw a few of them had knives in their coats.
"Good enough for me," she said to herself.
"Private, get back," the police told her.
Kara ignored them. She held out her hands so the crowd could see them. She extended her arms out slowly and then in a split-second clapped her hands. The shock-wave knocked the crowd to the pavement stunned. Many clutched their heads as their ears bled. In an instant, hundreds of protesters were on the pavement with many running off.
Kara then walked back to Nikolai and Alina. "Problem solved," she smirked.
"Indeed," Nikolai smiled amused.
Nikolai and Alina took Kara to her new apartment. It was luxurious on the top floor. "Very classy," Kara said impressed.
"Courtesy of the Kremlin," Nikolai told her.
"The government is truly generous," Kara said thankfully.
"All we ask is that you keep your association with PATRIOT and your abilities secret. You will be meeting with the president soon. In the meantime, enjoy your new home," Nikolai said to her.
"I will," Kara said turning on the TV.
"Buy whatever you need with this," Alina said handing Kara a government credit card.
"Awesome," Kara said pleased.
"We don't recommend that you have any romantic entanglements. We would have to kill him," Nikolai smiled.
"That sounds like his problem," Kara joked.
"In all seriousness, please don't fuck anyone," Nikolai said sternly.
"Sure. I'm a virtuous angel, after all," Kara mocked.
"Speaking of which, you will be speaking to the Russian Orthodox Patriarch soon. I recommend that you allow him to baptize you to secure favor with him," Nikolai said.
"Well, okay then," Kara readily agreed.
Kara glided across the ice with perfect technique at the ice-rink. President Putin joined with Nikolai to the ice-rink and watched Kara practicing. "It is her," Putin said as he saw her.
"She claims to have no memory of her past. She just showed up in Siberia without explanation. So far, we have gained her cooperation," Nikolai said.
"She can't be killed in the normal sense. We could throw every nuke we have at her, and she would still live. If she wanted to, she could destroy us all. I would rather have her under my thumb where I can see her than in America," Putin said.
"I agree, Mr. President. Assuming we have her cooperation, what do you want to do with her?" Nikolai asked.
"We must test her loyalty to see if she is sincere, but I don't want it known to the world that we have Supergirl on our side. Use her in your covert operations against Ukraine and Georgia.
"Yes, Mr. President," Nikolai told him.
"Change her appearance, so it's not so obvious. I don't want a reporter to take a picture of her," Putin ordered.
"Of course, Mr. President. I will be requesting that our Kryptonite stockpiles be handed over to me. Just in case," Nikolai said.
"You shall have it," Putin agreed.
Kara did a perfect triple axle as she seemed to float on the ice. "She is quite beautiful in person. Ensure that she is happy," Putin ordered.
Nikolai brought Alina into his office for a private chat. "The President is concerned that our Supergirl could defect to the West. As you know, the original Supergirl had family and friends in America. We are also confident that the second Supergirl is her daughter," Nikolai began.
"She may be a genetic copy of the original, but she doesn't have the same memories or the same soul. She might as well be the original's twin sister," Alina said.
"We hope that remains the case. It is not enough that she remembers our codes and loyalty oaths. She must form an emotional attachment to this nation and to the people she works with. You are the best person to achieve that emotional attachment," Nikolai said to her.
"I will do what must be done," Alina said faithfully.
Nikolai stared at her thinking she had misinterpreted him. "I mean...be her sister," he clarified.
"Of course, director," Alina understood.
"Take her out for drinks, go to the cinema, and go sight-seeing with her. If she gets a boyfriend, let me know so we can track him and disappear him if need be," Nikolai ordered. "Just make her happy."
"Understood, director," Alina replied.
Alina supervised Kara's training in the PATRIOT facility. She stared intently at a target without success. "I don't know how she did it. I don't even know if I can do it," Kara said feeling defeated.
"Your powers come from your need to use them. Imagine those targets are trying to kill you," Alina advised.
"As if," Kara scoffed.
Kara stared at the target without success. "You just need an incentive," Alina figured. She took a pistol, loaded it, and brought herself and a fellow agent out into the indoor shooting range.
Alina then pointed the pistol at the agent's head. "You have three seconds or I blow his brains out," Alina told Kara.
"You can't be serious," Kara doubted.
"For Mother Russia," the agent said and stood at attention as he was about to get shot.
"We dedicate our lives to Russia. We are willing to sacrifice everything to protect her," Alina said to Kara. "Now, disarm me or he dies."
"Holy shit," Kara muttered and then focused on Alina's pistol.
"Three...two...one," Alina counted down as she cocked the pistol.
Kara suddenly unleashed a heat vision beam that nearly took out both of them. Alina and her fellow agent got out of the way just in time. The heat vision beam went through the shooting range wall. Kara then closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down.
"Nice to see you have human empathy," Alina said as she unloaded her pistol.
"Well, that makes one of us," Kara said stunned.
"You have all of Supergirl's powers and maybe more you haven't unlocked yet. Do not doubt yourself," Alina said to her.
"Major, her documents are ready," an agent handed Alina an envelope.
Alina opened the envelope and read over the documents and ID cards. "This is your passport and ID cards. Your name is now Karina Starr," she said to Kara.
"And here I was getting attached to Private Snowball," Kara chuckled.
"Snowball can still be your code-name," Alina smiled.
"Can I get a badass suit?" Kara asked.
"Now that you mentioned it, our scientists have developed one. We have seen your double in action many times. We made sure to make the suit bullet and explosive resistant. It is able to sustain the intense heat of Earth reentry. You will wear this underneath your uniform," Alina said as she opened a box with the suit inside.
"That's not very cool," Kara said wanting to show off the suit.
"We want you to help us but not be seen," Alina explained.
"What if my uniform gets ruined?" Kara wondered.
"We have many to spare," Alina assured her.
Kara looked over the teal blue suit, black boots, and black gloves. There was a PATRIOT insignia on her right shoulder. "No cape," Kara noticed.
"Haven't you seen The Incredibles? No capes," Alina smirked.
Alina took Kara to a popular bar with them both in civilian clothes. "No one has ever beaten me in a drinking contest," Alina said to Kara.
"Ever think you might be an alcoholic?" Kara asked.
"I can quit whenever I want. That's what it means to be a disciplined soldier," Alina said to her.
"Well, okay then," Kara doubted.
A bottle and two shot glasses were placed between them. Alina poured Kara a shot. "I know you're being nice to me to gain my cooperation," Kara said to her.
"Oh really?" Alina smirked as she downed a shot.
"But you know what? It's working," Kara smiled.
"You're doing the world a favor by helping us. We can't have a world where one nation has a monopoly on power," Alina said to her.
"You know there are other nations besides Russia and America, right?" Kara smirked.
"The West is decadent. They have become secular, wealth-obsessed, lustful, and queer. They push their socially progressive agenda on the rest of the world using their money as a weapon. There are many poor nations struggling to pay off their debts. A man should never be forced to choose between his morals or his survival," Alina said.
"Kind of like how you force Ukrainians to choose between being your bitch or having their heat shut off?" Kara asked.
Alina smiled condescendingly. "We're not a perfect nation."
"Oh, I noticed," Kara assured her.
"But...this is a culture war between us and the West. We are allied with God, and they are not. We will ally with anyone and everyone that opposes the West's corruption. It is only through God that we have meaning. Otherwise, what are we doing here?" Alina said to her.
"What about the Catholic Pope?" Kara asked.
"He's more concerned with gaining favor with the Europeans with his environmentalism. He wants to flood Europe with Muslim refugees and terrorists. He's promoting Europe's suicide. God does not value suicide, Kara," Alina said.
"What about turning the other cheek?" Kara asked.
"You may turn your own cheek and earn God's grace. But you may not turn the other cheek of your comrade. That isn't your right. Our job is to protect our citizens and if we fail in this regard, we will be judged for it," Alina said to her.
Kara met with Patriarch Kirill in his office. He was an older man with a white beard and held a stern expression. "Nice office you got here," Kara said awkwardly as she looked around.
Kirill simply stared at Kara. "They tell me you're a Kryptonian...like Superman," he said finally.
"That's what they tell me," Kara answered.
"There is only one Superman and that is our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ," Kirill told her.
"Well, okay then," Kara allowed.
"I do not know if you have a soul but it's best to side with caution. You shall be baptized at the appropriate time and enter into the Orthodox faith. Is that what you seek?" Kirill asked.
"Sure," Kara replied. "Let's do it right now."
Kirill frowned at her. "You must attend six months of classes and only if we feel you're ready."
"Really? What if I die before I finish these classes?" Kara asked.
"You will still receive a Christian burial under the Baptism by Desire clause. It's for those converting but hasn't been baptized yet," Kirill said.
"I feel I'm ready right now. Let's do this," Kara said eagerly.
"No, when we feel you're ready," Kirill denied her.
"Well, okay then," Kara allowed.
"You must understand that the Church is in charge of everything. You may not interpret scripture your way or contemplate morality your way. You will follow all of our moral decrees," Kirill said to her.
"Can I at least pray my way?" Kara asked concerned.
Kirill touched his beard thoughtfully. "At home, you may. In Church, you do it our way," he said to her.
"No problem," Kara agreed.
"There was once a missionary that encountered a relatively smart Eskimo. The Eskimo asked why the missionary had come. If the missionary had never come at all, the people would be saved in their ignorance. But now, if any of them were to not get baptized they would be damned," Kirill recited the story.
There was a long awkward pause. "Is that it?" Kara wondered.
"Those who deny the gift of faith deserve to be damned. I will not tolerate ignorance. I will not tolerate laziness or apathy. I'll send half the world to hell if I can bring divine glory to a handful," Kirill said to her.
"I can appreciate your convictions," Kara agreed.
"I will not baptize you only for you to damn yourself by becoming a heretic or apostate. You will be baptized once I am satisfied you are ready. Understand this: I do not fear you, the president, or anyone else. I only fear All-mighty God," Kirill told her.
"Good to know," Kara allowed. "So, is this the kind of faith where after I get baptized, I can commit as many sins as I want and still be saved?"
"No," Kirill said flatly. "You will go to confession regularly or you will be damned, baptized or not," Kirill corrected.
"Oh," Kara realized. "But if I confess all my sins, I'm good to go, right?"
"Yes," Kirill said frowning at her.
"When can I begin?" Kara asked brightly.
"When I say so," Kirill told her.
Kara exited the church office and met up with Alina. "How did it go?" Alina asked.
"He's quite...stern," Kara observed.
"He's an asshole but a holy asshole," Alina said to her. "He brought back the faith after communism fell."
"Why not have faith and communism?" Kara asked her.
"Don't be stupid," Alina rebuked and drove Kara back to PATRIOT.
Nikolai considered a giant map of Ukraine on his plasma screen TV. "From our point of view, a mob overthrew the democratically elected President of Ukraine. It was a coup. It tilted Ukraine towards the West and then they canceled our lease agreement on Crimea threatening our naval base there. We require Crimea to dominate the Black Sea and the Eastern Mediterranean. We had no choice. We had to act," Nikolai said to Kara.
"Okay," Kara said unsure of that.
"The people of Crimea are Russian speakers. They were once part of the Russian Empire but our Ukrainian premier handed it over to Ukraine as a gift in the 60s. It rightfully belongs to Russia," Nikolai continued.
"I suppose," Kara said, uncertain of that.
"The people of Crimea have spoken in a referendum, and they overwhelmingly voted to be part of the Russian Federation," Nikolai told her.
"I know I would vote for the country that had a gun to my head," Kara mocked.
"You're vomiting Western propaganda," Nikolai said offended.
"Am I, though?" Kara asked skeptically.
"In any case, we are now reaching out to pro-Russian provinces in Ukraine. We're doing the usual strategy of giving foreigners Russian passports, claiming they're Russian, and then invading those lands claiming to defend Russian citizens from a hostile government," Nikolai said.
"Ingenious," Kara approved.
"We can't be seen actively operating in Ukraine. The International outcry would be too much. Instead, we have been supplying Ukrainian rebels with arms and equipment," Nikolai continued.
"Like surface-to-air missiles," Kara said brightly.
"Exactly. Wait...are you fucking with me?" Nikolai accused.
"Look, director. I don't care about the political bullshit. Just get to the point," Kara asked.
"Alright, we need to build tunnels from our side to the Ukrainian side to smuggle weapons and men through. We can't have you using your powers for everyone to see, so we need you to help build these tunnels underground," Nikolai said finally.
"See? That wasn't so hard," Kara smiled. "The only problem I have with this plan is that most likely I will get dirt in my hair. Do you have any idea how long it takes for a woman to deal with that?"
"Alina, take charge of her. I'm getting a drink," Nikolai said walking off.
"Did I piss him off?" Kara asked apologetically.
"I think you did, but he can take it. Let's get you to the border," Alina said.
Kara and Alina arrived by helicopter to a Russian camp near the Ukrainian border. "We've been having trouble with the tunnels. They end up collapsing and trapping our men," a general said to Alina.
"You must dig deeper, comrade general," Alina said to him.
"Easy for you to say. This ground is cold and hard," the general replied.
"I've brought you a new asset. Use her as you see fit. Report any problems to me," Alina said to him.
The general looked over Kara in her army private uniform. "Alright, Private Snowball. Let's see what you can do."
"Happy to help, Sir," Kara replied as she walked with him to the tunnels.