Chapter 17
"General Lane alerted me to your presence at the scene but he didn't go into much detail. Care to explain why when I called around no one informed me CID was already on scene?" J'onn asked. Supergirl and Mon-El had brought him back to DEO headquarters and now the four sat in the large conference room, accompanied by Winn. The Martian had explained to NCPD that the man was FBI and they dropped their argument about the two heroes taking him away.
"I was given specific instructions to not alert any of the local commanders that I was CID. I was just to be transferred to try and figure out how explosives kept going missing," Williams explained.
"Kept? As in more than once?" Kara narrowed her eyes at him.
"At least three times, that we know of. We thought it could be terrorist activity but we've been unable to prove it. The whole investigation started because we got a call from the Commander at the nearby base. He said his supply sergeant reported to him that the inventory counts were off and he couldn't figure out why. All of the shipment personnel were investigated and we found nothing, which meant it was disappearing after it reached the base," the Sergeant said.
"So with thousands of soldiers to sift through, undercover was your only option," J'onn nodded.
"Exactly. I stumbled onto the group you found me with after I followed a soldier who snuck off base after lights out," Williams told them.
"Figuring he was our guy, you joined them," Mon-El said.
"Turns out he was our guy but since I was so new to the group, I had no idea what they were planning or what was going on until we were already driving to the bank. After that, we holed up at Ford's house. I had no opportunity to get in contact with my handler. When Agent Danvers and Detective Sawyer, knocked on Ford's front door, the group went bananas. I guess they figured that they'd been caught," the soldier explained.
"Except all they were doing was going to question Ford about his safety deposit box at the bank," Kara's fists were clenched.
"Ford's plan to bust into the bank was much smoother than what actually happened. He only wanted a little explosive to sneak into the actual box he was after. However, once he discovered that some of the group went off the rails and decided to do their own thing, he had to play along," Williams told them.
"So whose box were they after?" Winn spoke up, desperately wanting to know.
"Apparently, a private collector wanted to have a rare book that he found analyzed by experts. One of the foremost experts on ancient texts works for the National City History Museum and he wanted to bring the book. Not sure why Ford's group wanted it but they kept mentioning a guy named Coville. At any rate, it was box number thirty-five," the Sergeant said. Winn quickly punched up the list of box owners on his tablet and a name presented itself.
"Well thank General Lane for us. It would seem you caught your explosives thief and gave us a lead on our case. I'll have someone drop you off at NCPD so you can coordinate the transfer of custody for the arrested soldier," J'onn told him and the group all stood from their seats.
"Thank you for getting me out of there without blowing my cover. While Ford wasn't out for blood some of his cohorts definitely were. I hope Agent Danvers and Detective Sawyer will be all right," Williams said.
"Thank you for that and for helping them," Mon-El stuck his hand out and shook the man's hand. Kara did the same though Mon-El could tell it was reluctant.
"So who owns the box?" The blonde spoke up once Williams had been lead away to get that ride J'onn promised him.
"One of the richest guys in town, Simon Lawrence," Winn swallowed.
"Sounds like a finesse job. I'll go question him in the morning along with James," the Martian spoke up before saying,
"Everyone get some rest." With that, Kara headed to the medical lab and Mon-El followed. They stopped once they got to the doorway. There sitting with Alex was Alura, M'yrnn, and Alex's mom, Eliza.
"Talk about your meeting of the minds," Mon-El couldn't help by smile.
To Be Continued…