Ramstein Air Force Base-Germany
Richard Flagg and his team Sierra 3 were ushered into a conference room the second they stepped off their C-130 transport. They had been deployed to Iraq when they received orders recalling them to Germany for some special assignment. Whatever it was, no one could give them any details other than this was all coming straight from the top brass which meant it was important. Sierra 3 didn't complain or protest. They had simply packed their gear and boarded their ride to whatever mission they were going to be given. That was the thing about being in Special Forces is that it didn't matter where they send you or when, you did your duty. It came with the job.
The room was small but they had briefings in far worse places. At least it had air conditioning which was far better than their deployment in Somalia. The room contained a small rectangular table facing a LED television screen for teleconferences. Also on the walls were photos of various military units who had probably passed through the airbase. You had your Navy Seals, Green Berets, Marine Recon, and even other Delta Force teams that Flagg recognized.
Flagg set down the bag containing his belongings and took a seat along with the rest of his team. He noticed that aside from a single high ranking officer, the room was empty. No support staff or backup being briefed along with them usually meant they were going in alone. Wouldn't be the first time.
The LED screen lite up, showing live footage of a dark skinned woman at an office. Probably back in DC if Flagg was a betting man and he usually won his bets. No military uniform though which meant she was a civilian. That narrowed it down to the Intelligence Community, probably CIA, NSA, or DIA.
"Good morning. My name is Lieutenant Colonel Morgan," the man spoke. "I hope you got enough sleep on your way here because once you've been briefed, you'll be on the next plane out. This is a time sensitive operation. I'd like to now hand over the briefing to Director Amanda Waller."
"Gentlemen I'm sure all of you are aware of what's happening in Ukraine but if not then I'll give the basic version. The region of Donetsk has declared independence from Ukraine and is being unofficially supported with manpower and supplies from the Russians. Right now there's a tenuous cease fire while peace talks are underway but it's consistently violated by militias used by both sides. In the past week, there's been a series of attacks on various Ukrainian military bases and pro-Ukrainian militias," explained Waller.
Pictures started popping up on the screen, showing various scenes of destruction. Charred human bodies nearly burned beyond recognition, buildings barely left standing with massive holes in them along with tanks and armored vehicles flipped over and almost completely destroyed. It certainly wasn't cause by a few militias. This had to have been a full scale military attack.
Waller continued, "Whatever hit them, hit them hard and fast leaving almost no survivors. A few soldiers managed to escape the devastation with radiation sickness. They report that one individual was responsible for all of this."
Flagg could her some of the others cursing under their breath. The term Metahuman hadn't really become mainstream until after the Kryptonian invasion of Metropolis but there had always been rumors of people with unique abilities. Flagg had a funny feeling this one wouldn't be as merciful as Kara was to him.
"We believe that the Russians have themselves a Metahuman and he's doing their dirty work along the border regions of Eastern Ukraine. We haven't been able to confirm his identify but we do have a suspect. Just prior to the first attack, there was a security breach in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone. At least four security patrolmen were executed, shot in the head. The intruders didn't want witnesses. The locals didn't understand the motive and they were even more confused when they checked radiation levels within the Containment Building and found them to be normal. Our Metahuman seems to have removed or absorbed the excess radiation," Waller explained.
"So we've got ourselves a walking talking nuclear sponge," commented Sergeant First Class Eric Mason, the sniper of the team.
"That's the theory anyways. The fact that the Metahuman needed to visit Chernobyl first before the attacks seems to indicate he may need to a source to power himself. However, at this time it's just a theory. Most of the security cameras in the immediate area were knocked out but one security camera on the road leading away from the plant caught footage of this man driving away from the scene," said Waller.
A picture of an SUV popped up on screen then was zoomed in to focus on the driver side windshield. The picture was a little blurry but you could make over the driver was a Caucasian man with a clean shaven face. Flagg had seen enough soldiers to know one when he saw it and he could instantly tell with this guy.
"His name is Captain Anatoly Knyazev of Spetsnaz GRU. He's got quite the record of black ops wet work. Chechnya, South Ossetia, Syria, and now he's in Ukraine. We don't have any idea how he got his powers but the White House has made it quite clear that that Russia cannot have such an individual in their ranks," Waller spoke.
"Satellite surveillance has tracked the same vehicle he escaped Chernobyl with to a compound just outside of Donetsk. However we've been unable to confirm if he is still there or has moved on. We need boots on the ground and that's where you come in. Your team will be inserted near the demilitarized zone and have to cross over on foot. The militias have checkpoints set up along most of the major roads so best to avoid them. You'll link up with a CIA asset on the ground who will get you inside the city. Get eyes on the compound until you can verify our meta human is there. Once you have confirmation, lase the target. We'll have a stealth drone providing you over watch and deliver a payload that will hopefully kill Mr. Knyazev and anyone else in the immediate area," added Waller.
"How can you be sure that will actually kill him?" asked Staff Sergeant Arnold Gerhardt, the medic of the team.
"We can't but we also can't just sit on our hands," explained Waller. "The Russians have done too good of a job keeping Knyazev off our radar. If we lose him here, it could be months or even years before we get another opportunity like this. Also we have a contingency plan just in case the bombs don't work."
Colonel Morgan set a small briefcase on the conference table. He opened it to reveal three 50 caliber bullets but they looked different than any ammunition Flagg had seen before.
"These are LexCorp's new Trojan rounds. They're similar to armor piercing sabot rounds only more powerful. Fire one round of these into a tank and no one inside will be left alive," said Morgan.
"Nice," commented Sergeant First Class Charlie Cutter, the team's demolitions expert.
"We only have three of them so don't miss," commented Waller. "After your target is eliminated, we'll have a helo ready for extraction but the militias have anti-air capabilities so the pickup will need to be quick."
"Rules of engagement?" asked Tech Sergeant Samuel Acosta, the team's newest member and an Air Force Combat Controller. It was his job to call in airstrikes and make sure air support gets the right information to kill the bad guys and not the team they're protecting.
"This is a stealth mission so avoid firefights if possible but if you believe anyone is a potential threat whether it be a soldier or civilian, you are free to engage," Morgan announced.
"Even civilians?" frowned Sergeant Flagg, not liking where this was going.
"Do you want your mission to become a rehash of Operation Red Wings?" retorted Waller. She was referring to a military op where a Navy Seal team was scouting an enemy location and was discovered by a group of locals. The Seals decided to let them go, knowing they would be compromised. Sure enough, they were attacked by Taliban forces an hour later and of the four Seals, only Sergeant Marcus Luttrell survived.
Flagg glared at Waller but didn't say anything in response.
"What about QRF?" Acosta inquired. QRF stood for Quick Reaction Force and were the rapid response units sent in should operations go FUBAR.
"I have a dozen Special Activities Division operatives on your extract chopper but nothing else. As far as the Pentagon is concerned, this mission never happened," answered Waller.
"They never do," Flagg muttered underneath his breath.
Donetsk, Ukraine
"Sierra 3 this is Kingmaker. What is your status?" came over the radio within the old dusty room that Flagg had found himself in for nearly the past twenty four hours.
"This is Sierra 3-1. No sign of target," reported Flagg into his radio.
"Roger. Will check in again in six hours. Kingmaker out," came over the radio.
Flagg lifted up his binoculars and reacquired the compound in his sights. The place was practically a fortress with barbed wire fencing surrounding it as well numerous sentries armed with assault rifles posted along the rooftop and the exterior of the building. At least one individual had a heavy machine gun aimed at the front gate in case anyone tried to break inside. Flagg considered his team one of the best SOCCOM had to offer but even he wasn't confident they could storm that compound and get away with their lives. Fortunately, that was never the plan.
Sierra 3 had been dropped off near the border and had walked to a rendezvous point where a CIA asset named Anton smuggled them into Donetsk in the back of a delivery truck. The team then found an old Soviet factory to use a base and set up shop. Flagg and Mason had found a third story window that faced the compound then pulled an old table they found inside the room so Mason could have something to lay flat while using his Barrett M82 sniper rifle. Flagg was his spotter while Acosta set up satellite coms on the rooftop and served as a lookout. Gerhardt and Cutter had rigged makeshift alarms at every conceivable entry point and were patrolling the first floor and second floor in case someone managed to sneak inside.
After that came the hard part of just waiting. The most important part in sniping training is learning patience. You needed to learn to wait hours and sometimes even days for an opportunity to take a shot at your target. So they've been waiting for more than a day but so far no sign of Anatoly Knyazev.
"Hey Rick can I ask you a question?" Mason asked, still glancing through his sniper rifle scope.
"As long as it's not about my ex-wife," Flagg muttered.
"Why'd they pick us for this operation?" inquired Mason.
"Do you want the official answer or the real one?" Flagg replied.
"Didn't realize there were more than one answer," remarked Mason.
"Officially because the brass wanted someone who could actually get the job done," Flagg spoke.
"As much as my ego would love to believe that, what's the real answer?" asked Mason.
"To be honest, I have no idea," Flagg answered.
They waited for probably another half hour before the radio came to life.
"Sierra 3 this is Kingmaker. We've just gotten word that another Ukrainian militia outpost was wiped out about thirty minutes ago. Either the target is heading back to your location or he's moving on," came through the coms.
"Roger that Kingmaker. Do our orders stand?" replied Flagg.
"Confirmed. Mission is still a go. Will keep you updated on any developments on our end. Kingmaker out," came through the radio.
"Rick you seeing this?" Mason asked.
Flagg focused on the compound and noticed a lot of people were coming out of the building. Everyone was cheering and high fiving each other as well as breaking out grills to cook food. Coolers were carried out and opened up with bottles of water and liquor.
"Looks like somebody's throwing a barbeque," commented Flagg.
"Just after some enemy outpost got hit? I doubt that's a coincidence," remarked Mason.
Flagg continued watching the party until he saw something that drained the color from his face. "Eric look at the front gate," he said.
Mason cursed under his breath once he saw it too. A large gathering was entering the compound of all ages including children. The militia was bringing in their friends and families to join the celebration.
"Rick what do we do if Anatoly shows up? We can't bomb the place with all those people in there," Mason said.
Flagg activated radio, "Sierra 3-1 to Kingmaker."
"This is Kingmaker. Go ahead," came through the coms.
"We have a situation. Multiple civilians have entered the compound including children," Flagg reported.
"Do you have visual on target?" Kingmaker asked.
"Negative," Flagg answered.
"Then continue surveillance. If the target arrives, we'll cross that road when we get there," Kingmaker spoke.
"Roger that. Sierra 3-1 out," Flagg replied. He turned to Mason and said, "If he shows up, then it's plan B."
Mason nodded and began switching out his ammo clip of regular rounds to the special Trojan bullets. Time passed and Flagg felt a slight amount of relief. He didn't want his mission to be a failure but if their Russian metahuman didn't show up then at least there wouldn't be any kind of issues that would involve civilians getting caught in the crossfire.
Flagg felt a slight urge to not even report if Knyazev even showed up. Richard had dealt with certain covert ops types that civilian casualties mean nothing to them and this Amanda Waller certainly fit the bill. If he reported the target's location, the suits in Washington might conventional forget the word collateral damage and order the air strike.
"Rick we've got a vehicle approaching the compound," Mason reported. Flagg aimed his binoculars near the entrance to see a car pulled up to the front gate. Security allowed the vehicle to pass through. The car was quickly surrounded by a crowd who were cheering as if this was some conquering hero but Flagg couldn't see who was inside.
"Can you see the target?" Flagg asked.
"Can't tell but I think I see two people in that car," answered Mason.
They didn't have to wait long before the car doors opened up, revealing a young blonde woman exiting the passenger side and Captain Anatoly Knyazev coming out of the driver side.
"Got him," Flagg spoke.
"Who's the woman?" Mason asked.
"Doesn't matter. She's not the target," replied Flagg. He activated his com. "Sierra 3-1 to Kingmaker. We have visual confirmation on the target. However he is mixed in the civilians."
"Sierra 3-1 do you have a clear shot?" Kingmaker inquired.
"Negative," Flagg answered. He didn't need Mason to tell him anything. Flagg already knew his teammate could make the shot but the bullets he would be using would end up killing numerous civilians in the process.
"Sierra 3-1 standby," Kingmaker spoke before the radio went silent. Flagg guessed that people above his paygrade including Waller were probably in some heated conversations right now.
"Sierra 3-1 it's your call. Take the shot or wait it out," reported Kingmaker.
"Roger Kingmaker. Sierra 3-1 out," replied Flagg. Looks like the brass was passing this potential mess onto his team. If they eliminate the target without civilian casualties, then the Joint Chiefs will take credit for such a successful mission. If things go FUBAR and the metahuman gets away or is killed along with a large number of civies then Flagg and his team will take all the blame for the screw-up. That was Wetworks 101 and it was an unfortunate part of the job.
Knyazev and the crowd headed into the building, taking the celebration inside.
"Hold your fire. We'll wait this out," Flagg ordered.
While they waited, Flagg and Mason took turns eating a quick meal while one of them kept an eye on the compound. The party was still on hours into the night and didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon. There was also the problem of when the celebration was over if everyone was actually going to leave or if some might stay overnight. If that was the case, an airstrike was out of the question. The stealth drone was circling overhead but couldn't drop its payload until Flagg gave them the go ahead.
Flagg was on break when Mason spoke up. "Vehicle pulling in," the sniper reported.
Flagg got back to his post and glanced through his binoculars to see an SUV entering the compound. At least three men exited the vehicle and opened up the back, roughly dragging a bound and gagged man out and letting him fall to the ground. Dozens of people started exiting the compound. Some headed towards the party starting and started directing them inside while the others joined the three newcomers and their prisoner.
Flagg cursed when he saw the prisoner's face.
"What is it?" asked Mason.
"It's Anton," sighed Flagg. The man who helped smuggle them into the city had gotten himself caught.
"Dammit. He knows where we are," Mason pointed out. If Anton talked, Flagg and his team were dead. They were four men against an entire city filled with thousands of militia fighters. Stealth was the only thing that could get them back home alive.
More people exited the building including their target. "Got a visual on Knyazev," Flagg reported.
"What's the call?" asked Mason, wanting to know whether to take the shot or not. Flagg watched as Knyazev approached Anton who was forced him onto his knees and held in place by two militia members. The GRU operative punched him several times before saying something. The blonde woman who arrived with Knyazev now joined in with the group.
If Mason took the shot now, Anton would be dead as well. Flagg didn't want to kill him but the cold truth was that he was dead anyways. Flagg's team couldn't rescue him by themselves and the militia was going to kill him. The only question now was whether they'd torture him first. It wasn't an easy call but there was only one to make in this situation.
"Take the shot," ordered Flagg.
Mason didn't hesitate when he pulled the trigger. No muffler would suppress the intense sound of a fifty caliber rifle discharging it's projectile. A faction of a second later, an explosion of fire and gore ignited in the compound courtyard. Everyone gathered round the interrogation were engulfed in flames. That Trojan round was even more powerful then Flagg had anticipated. It looked like a missile had hit the area.
Flagg waited until the smoke started to clear to confirm the kill. He knew everyone else including Anton were dead but didn't know whether the metahuman was still alive. People came running out of the compound only to stop before they got close to the carnage. It wasn't the sight of burnt and mangled corpses that stopped them in their tracks but a single individual who was still standing despite being in the blast radius.
To Flagg's shock, it wasn't Knyazev. It was the blonde woman he arrived with earlier. Her clothes were a charred mess but she didn't seem to be injured.
"What the…?" Mason whispered.
"Mason shoot her. She's the target," Flagg ordered.
Mason fired again and the woman was engulfed in an explosion. It felt like forever before the flames began to dissipate but once again the woman hadn't budged an inch. Her eyes were glancing around then stopped, glancing directly at the building Flagg and his team were hiding in. Her body began to glow and then she thrusted her hands up, unleashing beams of energy out of them.
Before Flagg could react, an explosion coming from the next room knocked him and Mason right off their table and to the floor. The building shook violently as it were getting shelled by artillery. "All Sierras get to the van now!" Flagg shouted into his radio.
The Master Sergeant got to his feet and helped Mason to his before they dashed out of the door. Another explosion inside the building nearly knocked them off balance as they headed toward the stairs. Flagg glanced behind him to see several rooms obliterated. That metahuman was blasting the whole building apart.
"Kingmaker this is Sierra 3-1! Our position has been compromised! Need immediate extract!" Flagg shouted as he descended the stairs.
"Roger 3-1. Extraction inbound and will be at primary LZ in fifteen mikes," replied Kingmaker.
"Copy," responded Flagg before the building was rocked again by another explosion. The two reached ground level and headed towards the garage. They had a van there ready to get them to the LZ in an open field just outside the city.
Cutter and Gerhardt were already inside the van waiting when Flagg and Mason rushed inside the garage. The garage door had already open and now they just needed the final member of the team to get out of there.
Flagg just into the passenger's seat and activated his radio, "Acosta move your ass!"
"I'm almost there," replied Acosta.
An explosion caused a corner of the room's ceiling to collapse to the floor. Cracks began to spread across the walls and ceilings, the rest of the room was just another blast away from collapsing.
"Get us outside. We'll wait for him there," ordered Flagg. He activated his radio again. "Acosta the ceiling's collapsing. We're moving outside," he said.
Cutter hit the gas pedal and the van shot out of the garage just as another explosion caused the second floor to come crashing down behind them. As the vehicle came to a halt, Flagg turned around to the building was in even worse shape than he thought. Most of the upper floors were just gone, blown away by the metahuman. Acosta smashed open a window on the ground floor and leaped out, quickly joining with the others.
The second Acosta leaped into the back of the van, Cutter gunned it and sped out of the parking lot. He made a turn into a side street and then turned onto one of the main roads. Not the most ideal escape route with all the checkpoints and patrols but it was the fastest way to the extraction point.
"We've picked up friends," Gerhardt said as he glanced through the rear window.
Flagg looked at the rear view mirror to see numerous vehicles coming up behind them. He activated his com and said, "Kingmaker this is Sierra 3-1."
"Go ahead 3-1," replied Kingmaker.
"We're on route to the extraction point but we have multiple vehicles in pursuit. That UAV still overhead?" Flagg asked.
"Affirmative 3-1. Ready for fire mission on your mark," acknowledged Kingmaker.
"Step on it Cutter. The road's about to get real hot," Flagg said. Cutter started driving even faster as if that was somehow possible, swerving and barely making one turn from the next.
"Kingmaker requesting fire mission. Danger close," Flagg spoke into his radio.
"Copy. Shot out," said Kingmaker.
Flagg glanced behind him to see the pursuing vehicles suddenly engulfed in a massive explosion. The rest of Sierra team cheered at the fireworks.
"Good hit Kingmaker. No sign of pursuit," Flagg radioed.
"Picking up multiple vehicles converging on your location. You really stirred up the hornet's nest down there," observed Kingmaker.
"Understood. We'll be at the extraction point in four," reported Flagg.
The rest of the trip was uneventful as they took several side roads and reached a field just outside the city. Off in the distance, Flagg could make out a helicopter. Realizing their ride was here, Flagg activated his IR beacon to let the extraction team know their exact location.
"This is Hammer 2-1 we've got your signal," a new voice came through the radio. Probably the chopper's pilot.
"Everyone out! Defensive positions!" ordered Flagg. Their ride would be here shortly but until then, they were vulnerable and needed to be prepared to fight in case the militia reached them first. Flagg took cover behind the SUV and aimed his weapon towards the road in case anyone came up behind them. The rest of his team spread out and took up positions to cover every possible approach vector. No one was going to sneak up on them.
Off in the distance, the sound of car horns and revving engines could be heard. The militia were on their way and they were pissed. One vehicle came speed around a corner and into the field. Flagg opened fire, putting rounds through the front windshield. The car swerved and then crashed into a nearby tree. The horn went off and didn't stop, indicting the driver wasn't walking away from that one. The passenger slowly opened as a man staggered out of the car. He didn't get far before Flagg put him down.
More vehicles could be heard approaching as Flagg glanced behind him to see the chopper arrived and descending on to the ground.
Suddenly a beam of light streaked across the sky and hit the helicopter. The vehicle exploded with a bright flash that forced Flagg to cover his eyes. When his vision recovered, he saw what flaming wreckage of the chopper dropping to the ground like a log. Flagg turned back to the field opening to see a convoy of trucks, cars, and SUVs heading right towards them.
"Get back into the SUV! We're leaving!" Flagg shouted as he opened fire. Gun fire was returned in kind as dozens of gunmen returned with assault rifles. Sierra's SUV was filled with lead as windows and lights shattered while at least one of the tires blew out from a stray bullet. So much for their ride out of here. To say that this mission had gone FUBAR was an understatement.
Flagg was forced to scramble towards a nearby tree with bullets whizzing by his head every step on the way. He leaped into cover and braced himself up against the tree as the carnage continued. Nearby Cutter screamed as he dropped to the ground, clenching his thigh. Gerhardt quickly moved to his side, trying to give him what first aid he could.
"We're gonna have to move into the woods! Mason you and me provide covering fire. Gerhardt you get Cutter out of here," Flagg ordered.
Another SUV arrived and a familiar looking woman dressed in loose fitting clothing stepped out of the passenger seat. Flagg realized it was the meta human and he also realized in that moment that he and his team were dead. He opened fire on her but the bullets bounced off her as if she were Superman. She simply walked up to Sierra's SUV and grabbed the bumper. Then she flipped the vehicle through the air as it were as lite to her as a beach ball. It came crashing down several hundred feet behind the Sierra team. Flagg instantly understood the message. Stop shooting or that would be them next.
The meta human's eyes glowed as she approached. "Drop you weapons or I will melt the flesh off your bones," she warned in a Russian ascent.
NORTHCOM Headquarters
General Swanwick watched the whole scene play out from the UAV footage. Sierra 3 was overwhelmed by the metahuman and were now being manhandled and dragged away by the militia. Swanwick didn't need psychic powers to know what was going to happen to them. He glanced at his side to see Amanda Waller watching every second with a cold and dispassionate stare.
"Sir the UAV still has at least three missiles left. Should we do something?" inquired Major Laramore.
"There's nothing we can do. Any attempt would just kill them as well as the enemy," stated Swanwick.
"Not to mention I doubt those missiles would have much effect on our metahuman," remarked Waller.
"Then we're out of options," Swanwick sighed.
"Only the conventional ones," replied Waller.
Swanwick watched the woman turned and head towards the exit. He stormed after her and waited until they reached an elevator. "Where are you going?" he asked as the elevator doors closed.
"To make a video call," answered Waller.
"To the alien. Kara," said Swanwick.
"Is there somebody else I should be calling?" Waller asked. It unnerved the general how detached she could be throughout this whole situation.
"Just answer me this one question. Was all of this the plan from the start?" demanded Swanwick. "Sending Flagg and his team on a suicide mission and then using that to motive Kara into action."
Swanwick must have struck a nerve because for the first time since he met the ARGUS Director, she looked irritated. "I sent Flagg's team there to deal with a suspected meta human and I gave him the best equipment I could for the assignment. I didn't know the real identity of the meta human or how powerful she could be," Waller stated.
"You didn't answer my question," frowned Swanwick.
The elevator came to a halt and Waller started walking away. "Have the drone footage sent to my office," she said without glancing behind her.
Cheyenne Mountain Complex
Kara lay on her cell's bunk and listened to the music coming from her television screen. Instead of her watching one of the various programs, she decided to listen to some of this planet's musical compositions. Kara had to admit she was surprised by the variety and different styles humans had in their music. Kryptonian music was much more simplistic as most composers on her homeworld always wanted to repeat the rhythm and style of their predecessors while on Earth, their artists enjoyed trying to be different from one another.
Kara was enjoying a song called Song to the Siren when a beeping interrupted her. She glanced up to see she was getting an incoming call. Kara was tempted to just ignore it but considering she hadn't spoken to anybody in the past few days, decided to answer it if only to have an actual conversation.
She walked up to the LED screen and hit the answer button. Instantly, live footage of Amanda Waller appeared onscreen.
"Why am I not surprised to see you?" Kara asked sarcastically.
"We have a situation," Waller said, ignoring Kara's quip. The screen then switched to some kind of footage overhead a clearing where numerous people were being dragged away by a clearly hostile force. The footage zoomed in on one of the victims and to Kara's horror, she realized it was Flagg.
"Flagg's team was taken prisoner by a militia with a powerful metahuman. We don't know if they're still alive but if they are, they won't stay that way very long," explained Waller.
"Why are you telling me this?" demanded Kara.
"My hands are tied. I can't afford to send anyone else to rescue them, not with that metahuman around and international relations being what they are. Superman's on the other side of the world helping some shipwreck crew so he'll be of no help. The only one who can help them now is you," said Waller.
"But what makes you think I'd help?" asked Kara.
"Because Sergeant Flagg seemed to believe you weren't the monster a lot of my bureaucratic compatriots think you are. He thinks you're a hero. Was he mistaken?" replied Waller.
Kara didn't know what she would consider Flagg to her. He wasn't really a friend but he was probably the only human who actually tried to connect with her at least on some kind of emotional level. Maybe that was the closest thing she had to a friend even though Kara really only met him once. She had failed so many people in her life that it was a simple decision. She wasn't going to fail anyone else and Flagg's son wasn't going to lose a father tonight.
"Where are they?" Kara inquired.
(I apologize if people were expecting more of Kara in this Flagg centered chapter but I felt like I had to actually go over what happens to him and his team in detail before we can get to the rescue. Hope you all enjoyed and please review.)