PATRIOT and the DEO watched intently as Mara was on the verge of sailing over the Arctic Ocean. "At her current velocity, she will enter Russian airspace in two minutes," an analyst informed Alina.
J'onn suddenly caught Mara in midair and took her down to the icy ground. "I got you," he said to the unconscious Mara.
"Damn it," Alina said disappointedly as the two bogies disappeared from the map.
The DEO clapped enthusiastically as Mara was rescued. "She's in bad shape. I'm coming to you hot," J'onn said lifting off.
A few minutes later, J'onn flew into the DEO and gave Mara over to medical personnel. "We need to get her into a clean room," Alex said as Mara was put on a mobile bed.
"It won't do any good. The atmosphere has been irradiated," Brainiac 5 said.
"The entire atmosphere of Earth? That sounds like bullshit," Alex doubted.
"Let's get her some sunlight," Hank suggested.
Mara was placed on a solar bed as she was given a ventilator. "Who could do this?" Hank wondered.
"A dispersion device could do it but only we have it under lock and key," Brainiac 5 mentioned.
"It's one of our own agents," Alex realized.
"Jenson," Brainiac 5 figured.
"Get the anti-Kryptonite shield in vault 97," Hank ordered Brainiac 5 getting back into his groove. "What did he mean by Jenson."
"He's one of our recruits that apparently freed Otis and Mercy," Alex said to him.
"Damn," Hank said embarrassed for her.
"I can fix this. I can fix her. I won't let her die like Kara," Alex said determinedly.
"You didn't lose Kara," Hank told her.
"I'm not losing my niece today," Alex told him.
Brainiac 5 then rushed into the room and placed the power-ranger shield on Kara's chest. Mara struggled to breathe as the Kryptonite was slowly killing her.
Two Years Earlier
Ben Lockwood, his father, Peter, and his son, George, watched an old TV during the Myriad crisis. Supergirl was on the TV giving the people of Metropolis and the world at large a message of hope.
"People of Metropolis. This is Supergirl, and I hope you can hear me. We have been attacked. Mothers, fathers, friends, neighbors, children, everyone, suddenly stopped by a force of evil as great as this world has ever known...," Kara began.
"Wait, even greater than me?" Kara asked turning her head to the right. There was a slight pause and then Kara continued to argue with someone off-screen.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Kara asked keeping her attention to the right. "I don't get it. This teleprompter sucks!" Kara complained.
There was another pause as Kara focused to the right. "Attacking what? Who's attacking? You know what, we'll do it live," Kara said frustrated.
There was another pause as Kara continued to focus on the right. "We'll do it live! Fuck it!" Kara shouted.
There was another long pause. "Seriously?" Kara said stunned.
"Well...shit," Kara muttered and then the TV broadcast abruptly ended.
The Lockwoods stared at the TV wondering what that was about. "Turn that shit off," Ben said turning the TV off.
"Hey, I was watching that," Peter protested. "Project Myriad," Peter scoffed. "Stupid name...and who's responsible? Roaches from other-space."
"We don't talk like that here," Lydia rebuked.
"I hear it at school all the time," George said.
"It's a compliment. They're resilient like cockroaches. They could nuke the planet and still survive," Peter said.
"Dad! Really?" Ben said annoyed.
"What? Supergirl's family invades the planet with the power of gods and us little people are supposed to sit back, relax, and have hope?" Peter asked.
"Supergirl's family is just like any other family. It has its good people and it has its assholes," Ben said staring at Peter.
"And now amnesty? There's a conspiracy afoot," Peter said wide-eyed and then left the room.
"God damn," Ben said embarrassed.
"I think you should drive your father to work before he gets another DUI and kills someone," Lydia advised.
"Damn...it," Ben said annoyed and got up.
Ben and Peter proceeded to argue and prattle on about the steel industry until they got to the factory which coincidentally was right next to a competing alien factory. As a truck was about to leave the alien factory, human workers ambushed it forcing it to stop. Ben and Peter became part of the crowd as it shouted and threw debris at the truck.
"Look, guys, this isn't helping," Ben said to them.
"We're not going to let them destroy our town," one worker said.
"Yeah, they're taking our jobs," another said.
"Took-er jabs," another said.
"I'm a professor. Let me explain to you how you're wrong," Ben said condescendingly.
"We're workers, same as you," an alien manager said getting in front of the truck. As debris was frown at him, his tusks came out of his arms.
"Come on, guys, it's just the way he looks," Ben said to the crowd.
"We come in peace," the alien manager said.
"Yeah, bullshit," one worker doubted.
A worker threw a beer bottle at the alien manager and instinctively he shot off two tusks that hit Ben and another worker in the shoulder. They both went down hard. "I didn't mean to!" the alien manager shouted.
"You done fucked up," Ben said as he fell to the ground.
The crowd then took hold of the alien manager and the truck driver and were about to beat them to death. Kara watched the scene in amusement wondering how it would all unfold. "Supergirl, get your ass in there," Alex shouted at her through her earpiece.
"I suppose," Kara said dropping down.
The humans scattered as Kara's landing created a crater in the pavement stunning them all. Alex and DEO personnel rushed to the scene. "Stay with me," Alex said to Ben as he was about to pass out.
"Why are we here in this shitty state, in this shitty town, in this shitty steel factory? I mean, really?" Kara asked Alex.
"We protect city-folk and towns-folk," Alex reminded her.
"More like we have a contract with this steel factory that Hank doesn't want to be interrupted," Kara scoffed.
"Supergirl, shut the fuck up. I'm trying to save this poor man," Alex said.
"He got stabbed in the shoulder. He'll be fine. Tell him to get back on his feet and stop being a bitch," Kara advised.
"Those tusks are poisonous," Alex reminded her.
"That sounds really dangerous. Who let these guys come here in the first place? I got to tell you: This whole 'aliens coming to Earth' is a bust. I can't tell you how many alien mother-fuckers I've killed since I joined your little club," Kara said condescendingly.
"These aliens invented a new kind of steel. You should be thankful," Alex pointed out.
"Yeah, but at what cost? These workers are going to get their asses laid off, their factory closed down, and lose their homes and all for what? So, Hank saves a nickel for every steel beam he orders?" Kara asked skeptically.
"It's progress. If you can't compete, you go out of business," Alex said simply.
"Yeah, tell that to China with their currency manipulation. You sound like someone who has never run a business, which you haven't," Kara chided.
"Where do you get off?" Alex asked her.
Ben absorbed all of this as he was eventually carried off into an ambulance. Alex then treated his wound by removing the tusk and patching him up. "Supergirl?" Ben wondered, his vision still blurry.
"Agent Alex Danvers of the FBI," she told him.
"They're a bunch of roaches, I tell you," Peter raged to Kara just outside the ambulance.
"You couldn't be more right, Sir," Kara agreed.
"Don't say the "R" word," Alex scolded Peter.
"Retard?" Kara wondered.
"No, roach is like the "N" word to aliens," Alex told her.
"It's not a big deal. Just say the word," Kara teased.
"No. Do I look like Quentin Tarantino?" Alex asked rhetorically.
"On one of her missions, Alex fought a cockroach alien threatening the world," Kara said to Peter revealing classified information.
A flashback within a Flashback: Two Years Prior
Hank and Alex got out of the 1954 Chevrolet wearing black uniforms and black sunglasses despite it being night. They opened the trunk and took out two powerful plasma guns. They then aimed at a flying saucer attempting to escape. Firing at it, the saucer was hit and impacted the ground hard close to their location.
"God, I love this job," Alex said thrilled.
The saucer opened revealing a giant cockroach alien. "You are one ugly mother-fucker," Hank said as he saw it.
The bug alien took offense to that and shot its tongue at their guns swallowing them in a split-second. "Well...shit," Hank realized.
"What do we do now?" Alex asked concernedly.
"There's only one way to get our guns back. You have to get swallowed whole and then get the guns from the inside," Hank told her.
"You have to be fucking kidding me," Alex rejected.
"Do you want that promotion or not?" Hank asked.
"This is bullshit," Alex muttered. She then walked up to the bug alien. "Hey, eat me!" Alex shouted at it.
The bug alien ignored her and focused on Hank. "Don't you want a good meal before we go at it one-on-one," Hank said to the bug alien.
The bug alien then focused on the shouting Alex and swallowed her whole. Hank then took out a plasma pistol and fired into the bug alien's head killing it instantly. Hank then waited a good minute and then heard a beep. Alex fired one of the guns splitting the bug alien corpse in half. Alex emerged from the corpse completely covered in slime and guts.
"So gross," she shuddered.
"Good job, Agent Danvers. You killed the bug, secured a galaxy, saved the Earth, and brought balance to the universe. You are now my executive officer," Hank promoted.
"Thank you so much, boss," Alex said appreciatively.
"Hit the showers, Agent Danvers," Hank said and then got in his car.
"You're not going to give me a ride back, are you?" Alex realized.
"Not in this car," Hank shook his head and drove off.
"Typical," Alex muttered and walked off.
End Flashback within a Flashback
Alex glared at Kara. "Is that what he told you?"
"Well, yeah," Kara said obviously.
"That Martian son-of-a-bitch," Alex said pissed-off.
"The head of the FBI is a Martian?" Ben wondered.
"Don't worry about it," Alex said condescendingly.
"These are good people. They're just scared," Ben said to her.
"Not scared enough, I'd say. With my alien powers, I could annihilate this whole town," Kara said.
"Really?" Alex asked shaking her head. "Look, change the bandage once a day and stay out of trouble," Alex said to Ben.
Hank then had to deal with Peter's bullshit. "The FBI is supposed to work for the people," he raged.
"And we do, all the people in this country including alien residents," Hank said patiently.
"He impaled my son with a spike," Peter pointed out angrily.
"His spikes are like your guns. Do you seriously want the FBI going around confiscating your guns?" Hank asked rhetorically.
"Well, no," Peter said.
"Then stop your bitching," Hank told him.
"It was an assault," Peter argued.
"You know what? You're right. He assaulted you, and you assaulted him. Why don't I just arrest everyone? I'll even put you all in the same cell, so I can watch you beat each other to death to my amusement," Hank said to him.
"I'd watch that," Kara chimed in.
"I don't blame you," Hank said to her. "Damn good sport."
Peter shook his head and walked over to his son in the ambulance. "Why in the world is the FBI working with Supergirl?" he wondered.
"The real question is why are they working against us," Peter asked himself.
Soon thereafter, Ben ambushed Lena Luthor at her building. "Miss Luthor, can I have a word with you?" he asked. "Please, it's about my father's company, Lockwood Steel," he called after her.
Lena turned around recognizing the company name. "So...how can I help you?" Lena asked condescendingly.
"Hi, I'm sorry to ambush you like this. You're a hard person to reach," Ben said apologetically.
"It's actually by design," Lena smiled at him.
"So, Lockwood Steel has provided your company steel for your most important projects for twenty years," Ben brought up.
"That's true, but I can now acquire alien steel for a lot cheaper. Unlike your steel, it doesn't melt," Lena told him.
"Shouldn't the past matter too?" Ben asked her.
"You know, my history professor told me the same thing," Lena said not taking him seriously.
"As it happens, I'm a history professor," Ben said brightly.
"Good for you. You should modernize your equipment and workforce," Lena suggested.
"But that costs millions of dollars," Ben objected.
"So, take out a loan," Lena said obviously.
"It's not that easy," Ben said to her.
"My father gave me a small loan of a million dollars, and I have made hundreds of millions of dollars since. If I can do it, anyone can," Lena said and then walked off.
"Wow...what a bitch," Ben said to himself and walked away.
At Metropolis University, Ben was a history professor. "Some would call Manifest Destiny progress. It expanded the United States from coast-to-coast and made our nation the one we have today. But, it came at a terrible cost. The Native American people were kicked off their land and died of disease. The Mexicans lost all of the Southwest in the Mexican-American war. The environment took a hit with many species either going extinct or endangered. Something to think about when someone talks about progress because one person's progress is another person's hell," Ben said to his students.
"President Obama's Alien Amnesty Act? Is that progress?" he asked the students. "With change, with progress, there will always be those who benefit and those who pay the price for it."
Ben came home and saw Peter in front of the TV. Supergirl was on the TV holding a press conference. "I think Jack Spheer's cancer-curing drug is a little too good to be true. You can trust me because as an alien I am more intelligent and smarter than all of you. As an alien, I know what's best for you and this isn't it," Supergirl said to the press.
"The bank turned me down," Peter muttered.
"I'm so sorry, Dad," Ben said sincerely. "Maybe, we can get a second mortgage on the house. I'll talk to the bank."
"Talk is all you do," Peter said angrily. "What you should do is go out there and be a man," he said drunkenly.
"Dad, you're drunk. Just sit down," Ben said condescendingly.
"We demand you turn over Mon-El from the Insane planet. We know where he is harbored. If you do not relinquish him by dawn, we will take him by force," Queen Rhea said as she hijacked the broadcast.
"Okay, you might have a point," Ben allowed.
Soon thereafter, Insane ships were all over Metropolis patrolling even the suburban areas. "We need to stand and fight them," Peter said drunkenly.
"Are you out of your mind? They got freaking spaceships," Ben pointed out.
"Supergirl will save us," George said naively.
"No, she won't. She's an alien just like them," Ben said even as the TV showed Supergirl slaughtering Insane ships one-by-one.
"Let's go," Ben told the whole family.
The Lockwood family quickly put supplies in the truck and were about to head out when Supergirl fired on an Insane fighter with her heat vision. The Insane fighter tumbled in the air and crashed right into Ben's house blasting it completely apart on impact.
"Fuck my life," Ben said devastated.
Not long afterward, Ben strolled into Catco to meet with James. The TV was on showing Cat Grant answering questions from the press. "With renovations coming along, what color will the president be coloring the Blue Room?" a reporter asked.
"I don't know, but it won't be blue," Cat answered. "Probably orange like his fat face. Next question."
James smiled at Cat's handling of the press but was interrupted by Eve. "Ben Lockwood of MU. He asked for five minutes," she reminded him.
"Right," James recalled.
"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," Ben said appreciatively.
"Not a problem. I always have time for a subscriber," James lied. "So...how can I help you?"
"Well, why doesn't Catco cover the impacts of alien attacks on your average citizen?" Ben asked.
"Because it happens so often. It's like Black-on-Black crime. No one gives a fuck. It's just a statistic," James said bitterly.
"The shootings and robberies happen so often that it's no longer considered news. It's only news when something unusual happens like a cop shooting or when the altercation is between people of different races. It's the same with aliens. The attacks are daily and they're everywhere. The real truth is that no one in the media wants to cover it for fear of being portrayed as xenophobic," James explained.
"Wow," Ben said stunned.
"I would love to report on these attacks and how this new hero Guardian is kicking ass to prevent these attacks, but I can't. I have a business to run. I was entrusted to keep Catco afloat by Cat Grant herself. I owe it to all of my employees and stockholders to turn a profit. I can't risk everything to go after this," James said to him.
"I completely understand where you're coming from," Ben nodded. "But maybe the right thing to do is to cover these stories. Are you aware that home owner's insurance doesn't actually cover alien invasions?"
"No shit?" James said surprised.
"There are people behind these numbers," Ben argued passionately.
"Professor Lockwood, I appreciate your position. I really do, but here at Catco, we can't afford to give a shit," James said bluntly.
"That's unacceptable," Ben said pissed-off.
"Lena Luthor is on the phone," Eve informed James.
"I have to take this," James said dismissing Ben.
"Where're your balls, man?" Ben asked him.
"In Lena Luthor's jar, unfortunately," James told him. "She owns Catco now."
"Damn...it," Ben swore as he stormed off.
As his life was going down the toilet, Ben continued to teach at MU. "Nativist. What does this term mean to you?" he asked.
"Someone who wants to protect their native land, their country, and their home," Kon said wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses.
"America has always been a country of immigrants," an alien woman brought up.
"The foreign-born population in the United States has never exceeded twenty percent of the population and was around ten percent in 1970. This country has always been run and dominated by the native-born," Kon pointed out.
"That's a good point," Ben allowed.
"Immigrants are responsible for many of our modern inventions," the alien woman replied back.
"That's an appeal to history. We should consider what is happening today when we consider policy," Kon said to her.
"We're in a history class. You would negate everything in this course?" the alien woman asked him.
"We can learn from the accomplishments and errors of the past, but we should never substitute them for modern policy. We should always look to the future. We have the opportunity to create one race, one ethnicity, one language, one sexual orientation, and one gender. Then, we can truly be a harmonious united world," Kon said.
"How does introducing dozens of alien races to our planet assist with that?" he asked the class.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" the alien woman asked him.
"True diversity is of thought, creativity, and invention. It's not in what we are born as or where we're from. I would rather sacrifice ten weird-ass aliens that all think alike for one Einstein," Kon said.
"That's a false dichotomy," the alien woman shot back.
"Is it? Every one of your kind thinks exactly the same. You all have the same exact viewpoint like a bunch of automatons. Me? I'm a true individual," Kon argued.
"You're not an individual just because you're an asshole!" the alien woman yelled at him.
"There's nothing wrong with preserving one's culture even if it is a little Insane," Kon chuckled at his own wit.
"Those of you that are so opposed to colonization in history are so willing to throw the doors open to those who would colonize you. There is no virtue in committing suicide. None at all. And there is no shame in defending your culture, your property, your jobs, and most definitely your lives. I say human first all the way," Kon said heart-felt.
"A very moving debate," Ben said moved.
Ben took a stroll with the Dean of MU. "Some of your students are complaining about the debates in your class. In particular, a student named Kon-El is the subject of those complaints," the Dean said.
"He makes the class lively," Ben said defensively.
"He's a total racist, and his views cannot be tolerated at MU," the Dean said to him.
"Even if that's true, he has the academic freedom to say what he wants and ask questions," Ben said confused by her reaction.
"We don't really take that seriously. He's also white, blue-eyed, and blond. He shouldn't have been admitted in the first place," the Dean said.
"Wait, the fuck?" Ben wondered.
"We seek diversity in our classrooms and this kind of debate keeps them away. Aliens send their alien children to our schools and give us loads of money for our programs. These alien children need to feel safe. They need to be cuddled," the Dean told him.
"That's intellectual malpractice," Ben said amazed.
"I don't give a shit. We're in the business of making lots of money for our research projects. Those research projects are what really matter," the Dean told him.
"What about the students?" Ben asked.
"Fuck'em," the Dean replied bluntly. "Keep debate to a minimum, use power-point, and put them to sleep. Give all the aliens an A," she ordered.
"I can't do that," Ben told her.
"Then consider your ass suspended without pay," she said to him. "When you can follow our vision, you can come back."
Ben followed the alien woman into the alien gay bar and confronted her. "Did you tattle on me?" he asked her.
"Yeah, so what?" she asked.
"You got me suspended. You stifled debate," Ben said to her.
"I'm actually an alien princess and my family decides how everyone should think. I don't appreciate your discussions and debates," she said obnoxiously.
"Then why go to my class?" Ben asked her.
"It's for my general ed," she said rolling her eyes.
"You give aliens a bad name, you know that," Ben said to her.
"Please, we're all aliens to each other. That alien over there is an alien to me, and you're an alien to me. There is no solidarity between alien races. I'll fuck them over just as quickly as I fucked you over," she said.
"You're inhuman," Ben said stunned.
"That's the idea," she said obviously.
"Is there a problem here?" Mara asked intervening.
"You're not an alien. What are you doing here?" Ben asked ignorantly.
"Actually, I am, and I'm here with my brother," Mara said pointing out Kon who was drinking a pint.
"Wait, he's an alien?" Ben wondered and then went over to Kon. "You're an alien? Were you fucking with me in there?" Ben asked him.
"I like to bounce ideas off people," Kon admitted.
"You two were in a conspiracy against me," Ben assumed.
"With her? She's ugly as fuck," Kon denied.
"I don't believe this. You two played me for a fool. I thought I was encouraging free thought, but you were just messing with me," Ben said as he had a nervous breakdown.
"Look, man, it doesn't matter who makes the argument. All that matters is the argument itself. When you're free, you can say whatever the fuck you want," Kon said to him.
"Well, I'm not free," Ben said sadly and walked away.
Mara eyed Ben sympathetically. "I work for Morgan Edge. I can get you some help."
"I don't want your kind's help," Ben said irrationally and tore out of the bar.
"Serves him right," the alien woman smirked.
Mara turned to her and kissed her hard and passionately. "Nice," Kon smiled. Mara then broke the kiss and walked away. The alien woman's memory of all her classes was just erased.
Near the present day, Mara, possessed by Reign, punched Mon out the window of the DEO. Her hair color was a bright red, red flames roared around her, and her Supergirl uniform was covered in black armor. Ben was busy passing out anti-alien fliers as he saw the battle commence. Mon screamed as he reached Super Insane level four causing the streets to crack, windows to shatter, and buildings to shake.
"My God," Ben realized.
The two briefly fought in the city causing massive destruction with stray energy blasts randomly hitting buildings. Ben took cover behind a car as people fled the city. Ben eyed Reign and thought he saw a resemblance to someone he had seen before. Mon took hold of Reign and the two disappeared.
There was a brief calm and then the Earth started to shake as Reign fired straight into the crust. Ben got into his car and drove towards his father's steel factory only to find it in ruins. Entering inside, he found his father crushed to death by a steel beam. Ben tried to free his father in vain. Just as the mill collapsed, Ben got out. His father's legacy was completely destroyed.
At the funeral, Ben saw Mara in the back dressed in black. Afterward, he went to confront her. "Do I know you?" he asked her.
"We met at the bar," Mara said to him.
Ben barely recollected her. "Alright. What did my father mean to you?"
"I've been to funerals every day all over the city learning of the lives of all those who were lost," Mara said glumly.
"That's a bit extreme. It wasn't like you did it" Ben said confused.
"L Corp gave you and your family a raw deal. I'm now in charge of Edge Industries. I could use your people. I can put up a fund for you," Mara said.
"We're not pawns to be used in your competition with L Corp," Ben said irritably.
"There's nothing wrong with being a pawn if the king is a good man," Mara argued.
"You come to me at my father's funeral to give me a job and free money?" Ben asked incredulously. "You look half my age. I still have my pride," Ben said to her.
"Pride only hurts. It never helps," Mara said knowingly. "I'm just trying to repair the damage...," Mara trailed off.
"That your kind did?" Ben asked enraged.
"I lost my mother, my father, and good friends of mine. If I could take the place of your father, I would," Mara said to him.
Ben was moved by her. "I'm so sorry, but I can't accept your charity." Ben then met up with some of his childhood friends leaving Mara behind.
Ben Lockwood would further go down the dark path destroying the alien steel mill with a fire and then brutally murdering the alien manager that had injured him before. He continued giving people pamphlets, setting up meetings, and then came into contact with Otis and Mercy Graves. Donning armor and a lead-covered mask, Ben became an Agent of Liberty.
End Flashback
Mara struggled to breathe even as her power-ranger shield kept the Kryptonite at bay. "Let us consider our options and then shoot them down one-by-one," Brainiac 5 said.
"Send her to Argo City," Alex suggested.
"Negative, Mara has already been irradiated," Brainiac 5 rejected.
"I concur. She's too weak. It would kill her," Hank agreed.
"Alright, smart-ass, what's the solution?" Alex asked Brainiac 5.
"I honestly don't know," he replied.
"Then I need to make a call," Alex said calling Lena up.
Lena arrived shortly. "I know you and Supergirl don't meet eye-to-eye, but it means a lot to us," Alex said.
"You know...I thought I was a part of that 'us'," Lena said pissed-off.
"And you are," Alex assured her.
"I care. I really do...well, sometimes," Lena said.
Lena entered the medical room and gave Supergirl a serious look. "This suit should be able to isolate her from the Kryptonite in the air. I acquired it from that asshole, Tony Stark."
Lena pushed a button and let the suit's nano-machines completely cover Mara's body encasing her in a suit from head-to-toe. "We still don't have a solution on how to get the Kryptonite out of the air. Natural processes could take a while," Brainiac 5 said.
"So, this is indefinite confinement," Hank realized.
In his creepy warehouse, Agent Liberty met up with Otis, Mercy, and Jenson. "Don't worry, he's one of us," Mercy assured him.
Agent Liberty took off his mask showing his face. "Ben Shapiro?" Jenson wondered.
"No, and it pisses me off every time someone says that," Ben said irritably. "By the way, is Supergirl dead?"
"Nothing official, but it looks scary," Otis said.
Ben looked at Jenson. "You're from the DEO, right? I assume you can get us in."
Jenson nodded in the affirmative. "We make sure the job is done," Ben said to the group.
Moscow, PATRIOT
"A radioactive Kryptonite cloud is working its way towards us. It should be harmless for humans but...," the analyst said to Nikolai and Alina.
"At this rate, it will cover the entire Earth's atmosphere," Alina said concernedly.
"Really? That sounds like bullshit," Kara doubted.
"You're in grave danger," Alina warned her.
"Well, I've already died, so what's another death?" Kara said grimly.
"We will not let our strongest asset be destroyed," Nikolai said determinedly. "Follow me."
"This asset has a name," Kara said annoyed as she followed him into the interrogation rooms. The three ignored a few screams from prisoners.
The three entered a prison cell with a chair in the center. Nikolai used a pad to summon heavy stone slabs that came together to form a small human-sized block. "We use this to isolate and confine unruly prisoners. It wouldn't take too long before they would go insane and tell us what we want to know."
"You're one shady mother-fucker," Kara said to him.
Nikolai couldn't help but smile. "It's airtight. It should protect you from the atmosphere outside. You will remain here until we find out how to clear the atmosphere," Nikolai said re-opening it.
"How about no?" Kara refused. "I was thinking of flying in space looking at the continents and landmarks. Maybe go sight-seeing," Kara said.
"No, you could be seen," Nikolai refused.
"This is some bullshit," Kara said, not liking the box.
"What do you want?" Nikolai asked.
"What?" Kara smiled.
"What do you want in exchange for staying put in this box?" Nikolai asked.
"Supergirl is likely affected by the Kryptonite. She may already be dead but the Americans might have found a way to keep her alive. I want you to send people to America to make sure she's okay," Kara said to him.
"Do your feelings for her betray you? Whose side are you on?" Nikolai asked suspiciously.
"Don't be an asshole, Nikolai. She's family. If you had a choice between the state and family what would you choose?" Kara asked.
"The state," Nikolai said quickly.
"Damn," Kara nodded impressed.
"I expect the same from everyone that works under me," Nikolai said to her.
"Well, lucky for you, I believe in your 'balancing the world powers' bullshit, and I do love your gifts. But, I would prefer it if you didn't let my niece die," Kara said to him.
"You mean daughter, don't you?" Nikolai tested.
"That Supergirl is dead. I am her twin sister, nothing more or less," Kara said.
"Very well. We will send some expendables to check up on your 'niece'," Nikolai agreed. "I would normally have reservations about keeping an American meta-human alive, but she isn't competition for you, is she?"
"No, she's not," Kara smirked.
"You have my word," Nikolai said to her.
"Coming from an ex-KGB agent, that means shit," Kara smiled sitting down.
"Sweet dreams," Nikolai said as the stone slabs surrounded Kara completely encasing her.