Mob-Girl 3
by Dru



Looking over the morning paper Carlos realised that if he was dreaming it was
the most detailed dream he had ever experienced. It was still a little hard to
believe that his daughter had flown him through hole in the prison roof, but
the headlines lessened the growing doubts he had about his sanity.

"Sorry to disturb you so early, Mr. Lahey, but Mr. Kirkland and Mr. Rudall are
here. I believe you were expecting them?"

"Yes." Carlos dropped the paper to the coffee table and took a cigar from the
box. His butler politely nodded and went out to fetch the visitors.

"I didn't believe it until just now," Marcus Kirkland declared as he entered,
whipping off his sunglasses and stretching out his hand.

"Welcome back, boss," Rudall greeting Carlos with the hug of a very old
friend.

"It's good to be back, let me tell you." Taking a long puff of his Cuban,
Carlos sat down on the comfortable leather lounge he had missed so much.

"So, Breaker, how did you get out?"

"You guys don't read the papers? I'm the story of the day." He poked his cigar
at the coffee table. "Check it out."

There was a picture of Carlos, the photo taken the day of his court
appearance, but it was smaller than the picture of Emily that was printed
above it. The headline widened Kirkland's eyes.

SUPERMAN DEFEATED BY MOB-BOSS DAUGHTER

And lower, beneath Emily's photo

BEWARE! MOB-GIRL?

HAS THIS WOMAN STOLEN SUPERMAN'S POWERS?

"Is this a joke?"

"Gentlemen I tell you this is all very real. My plan to destroy Superman has
been more successful than I could have dreamed."

"What plan?"

"I didn't want you guys in on it. It was too dangerous. I had to use
expendable people in case it went south."

"Emily stole Superman's powers? How?"

"I don't know for sure. Lex Luther was the brains behind that one."

"Speaking of Luther," Rudall interrupted, still reading the paper. "They've
moved him last night to a military prison in Bergville. 'Says here that they
think he'll be broken out next."

"Really? Well they have nothing to worry about. That guy gives me the creeps."

"So Emily is like Superman now?"

"I saw her melt a guy from across the room with her eyes. She can fly and I
don't need more proof than that."

"Where is she?"

"She took off before I woke up...told security she was going for a
joy-flight."

"So what's the plan, Boss?"

"We already have control of the east and south here in the city. We're going
to expand our operations all over metropolis, then we're going to Gotham City.
After that, who knows? Right now I want you guys to tell me how well you held
the fort. Where exactly do we stand?"

Emily flew past the Daily Planet building, her eyes penetrating the walls to
search for the face of Clark Kent. But he wasn't home. Scanning the offices
with her enhanced ears she listened in to several conversations but found out
little useful information. A few of them were talking about her, and how
dangerous it would be if Clark Kent's latest story was true.

Luxuriating in the freedom of flight, Emily soared over downtown Metropolis
thinking about what she should do. Her father had asked her, for the first
time in his life showing his daughter genuine respect, to see him in the
morning. No doubt he had big plans, but Emily wasn't sure if she should let
herself be held back by her father. A whole new realm of possibilities had
opened for Emily now.

Shrugging her shoulders she went low and flew through the buildings. She could
sense an immense power flowing through her veins and teeming in her muscles.
Emily knew at that moment she was capable of anything. Who could stop her? She
had all the vaunted powers of Earth's mightiest superhero. She went high and
accelerated gently as she flew out over the mountains. She went up, until the
curvature of the Earth became blatant. Looking down she used her super-eyes to
map a huge region of the country. Looking deeper she examined a thousand
cities and towns that dotted the land. She watched the planes cruising far
below and marvelled at the vast number of cars that filled the impressive
highway system linking every town in a chaotic network of black ribbons.

Emily did a dive, accelerating down toward the ground and arcing slowing up
until she flew at about three thousand feet above the highway. The ground
flashed by, but she could still make out every little detail. Her mind had
been enhanced as equally as her body, and could easily handle the pace.

Spotting a police car, and remembering how cops had always treated her like a
whore because she was her fathers child, she decided to have some fun with
them. Her first memory of a policeman was when one had picked her up as a
four-year-old, during a raid, and told her: "You sure are an ugly little
thing. You know, those parents of yours are garbage...you'll never be nothing
but garbage yourself..." So Emily thought it would be fitting to test herself
against a few cops, and let them be the first to feel the might of Mob-Girl.

Landing beside the road ahead of them and putting her thumb out, she waited a
few moments for them come around the corner. After they went by, both cops
taking a good look at the hitch-hiker that flashed past, Emily sprang lightly
into the air and flew high above them for a moment before surging forward and
touching down beside the road to stick her thumb out again. The cops drove
right by, but they were clearly startled.

"Must be twins," one of them explained hopefully.

Emily listened in as she jumped up a thousand feet and overtook them again and
touched down a few miles up the road.

"Yea. They dress the same sometimes."

"Okay. I'm not buying this. Triplets?"

They stopped this time, and got out as she stepped toward them.

"Hello there. Care to give a girl a lift?"

"What's the game here? Is there another one of you up the road?"

Emily feigned confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She was a poor actor, and the cops smelled a rat. She was wearing an expensive
outfit, but no shoes.

"Alright. Let's see some I.D."

"I left my purse at home," she told them. It was a lie. Her purse was still at
the warehouse, and she didn't care anyway. All her credit cards were in the
glove box of her car, and they were all she cared for.

"Okay. I'm going to have to cuff you. Do any of your sisters have I.D.?"

"I haven't got any sisters. Just brothers, and they're both at university."
While she spoke, the younger cop tried to cuff her. He slapped on one but
couldn't drag the hand close enough to the other until Emily wanted him to.

Going along with it for her amusement, Emily let them push her head down into
the car. They did a U-turn and started looking for the other women they'd
seen. Of course they didn't find them.

"They've taken off and left you, Love. But don't worry, you'll get a good meal
and a roof for the night. Then you can tell us about that fancy outfit you
stole."

He turned around, but not for long. There was a loud metallic crack from the
back seat and he snapped his head back around to investigate. The prisoner had
her hands out front, crossing them over her breasts and winking at him.

"Hey! Stop the car, Bill. She's gotten out of her cuffs."

"You must be illiterate," Emily suggested, looking out the window at the
worlds going by. "Don't you read the paper of a morning?"

"Huh?"

Emily put her open hands against the steel cage that protected the officers
and closed her fingers. The thin bars bunched in her hand, making a bizarre
racket as she pulled a large section of it down.

The driver slammed on the breaks and pulled up on the side of the road. Both
cops got out, pulled their guns and moved around. Before they could think to
call in Emily pushed the locked door of the squad car out wit her hand. It
bent dramatically before she punched her other fist through the Detroit steel.
Manipulating the steel like putty, Emily stood up through the roof and walked
firmly forward through the side of the car, her hands parting the way with
obvious ease. A cop was reaching for his radio, staring at her. She moved so
fast that she appeared to teleport herself right in front of him. The cop went
to push the button on his handset, only to realise he didn't have it anymore.
In fact. He didn't have a hand anymore, just a broken bleeding pulp with a
lead dangling from it.

His screams made the other cop shoot. Emily was sure bullets wouldn't hurt
her. If steel was so soft...handcuffs so very easy to remove...then weak
little lumps of lead that didn't move as fast she did couldn't do much. But
she dodged them anyway, all twelve bullets missing her as she calmly avoided
them. Blasting the guns with her eyes, Emily set both cops on fire.

"You guys are pathetic."

One of them rushed her, trying to knock her over. While she laughed at him the
other guy got in the remains of the car and squealed off down the road.

"Your friend's a lot smarter than you," Emily observed. "But don't worry. He
won't get far."

Emily dazzled the wounded cop by launching into the air and pursuing the squad
car from above the treetops. She caught him before he made a quarter mile,
coming down beside the drivers window and smiling at him as she matched the
V-8's best speed without remotely straining herself. Enjoying his panic a
moment, she went up over the roof and pushed her fingers into the windscreen
at the edge. She proceeded to peel the big Ford like a can of sardines.

"Aren't you supposed to take me down to the station?" she asked.

He was so startled that he missed a turn in the road, ploughing into a tree
with his foot still on the accelerator. Emily saw it coming, and instantly
stopped in the air. She was disappointed when the vehicle didn't explode. It
just crumpled into the tree with all tyres off the ground for a split second,
then bounced back a mere inch or two before settling uneven on the springs.

Returning to look for the other cop, Emily found he had fled. Hovering over
the place she'd last seen him she span in the spot scanning the area around
for miles in every direction. There he was, cowering behind a tree. It took
her a moment to find him because she had been looking too far away. He hadn't
run more than fifty feet into the undergrowth. She circled around and came
down behind him.

"What are you doing back here?"

He cried out, taken completely by surprise, and ran back toward the road.
Emily was standing on the double white lines, a big grin on her face, when he
cleared the bushes. Horrified, he turned to run again, but as he left foot
fell toward the ground he felt himself hoisted in the air, his first step
unfinished. He watched the branches flash by, then looked around in awe as
thousands of trees came into view all around him. His awe turned to fright as
the trees began to shrink, the landscape looking more like a scale model with
each passing breath.

"I could play all day," Emily told him, her lips beside his ear as she floated
lazily into the clouds. "But you probably have things to do, so I'll let you
go."

Emily opened her hands and the officer tumbled toward the ground screaming.
She watched him fall, until he impacted with the soft ground. Looking down at
her unsupported feet she stretched her toes and wiggled them. The power to
defy gravity was proving to be Emily's favourite. Darting past the sound
barrier an instant later, she soared back to Metropolis.

Despite her extreme power, Emily decided that she didn't want to go it alone.
She was old enough to now how the world worked, and she knew that whatever she
did to help her father would benefit her in the long run. And so Emily went
back to the compound and landed in front of a door.

Even as careful as she was, Emily still twisted the knob all out of shape and
cracked the door-jam as she pulled closed. Smiling, she walked into the house
to find her dad, who was talking with his two highest ranking men. Emily
didn't like either one of them...she especially disliked the way they tried to
hit on her. She'd been fending of their 'witty' approaches since she was
sixteen.

"Good morning, Emily. You look terrific."

Carlos wasn't just being a proud father. Even the butler had an erection, the
first the aging man had managed without viagra for seven years. She was
bursting with health and vitality, her curves artfully displayed by her
expensive casual-wear.

"I feel terrific, Dad. What's for breakfast?"

"I had something already. If you're hungry..."

"That's okay," Emily assured him, lighting up the room with a smile. "I
haven't felt hungry since yesterday."

Rudall and Kirkland exchanged looks and shuffled uncomfortably.

"We have a lot to talk about. Shall we go outside? It's a good day to do
business outdoors." As he spoke, Kirkland loosened his tie.

"Good idea," Carlos agreed. "We'll talk by the pool."

Emily got a little excited as the group went out into the grounds. She had
never attended a 'business' meeting before. She had always been curious to
know just what went on all those days she was banished from her fathers
presence.

Taking a shady spot by the pool they gathered to discuss the Lahey empire.

"Before we expand we have to stabilise," Rudall began. "You've been gone a
long time, and other families have been looking into our interests."

"They smelt death," Carlos observed grimly, remembering how hollow he had felt
being separated from his business. "Those jackals didn't waste time. How bad
has the damage grown. Be honest with me...I don't want one of those
over-the-rainbow shitfests you indulge in Rudall."

"We've still got control, but more and more people are paying late. We had to
kill three people last month. And when I say we have control, I mean
generally. There are pockets of our territory where the dealers don't respect
you, Breaker. We're losing income to Chinese sources...and I didn't want to
say anything to you in prison, since you had enough..."

"What?"

"Well, some of the guys have betrayed us."

Carlos looked at Kirkland.

"He's right, Breaker. Two down south and one here. They're collecting money
and not dropping it off. I've sent three people out there, but none of them
came back...and I'm not going down there and getting killed myself. Most of
our best gunmen have broken their contracts and joined other organizations.
Mostly interstate."

"You were right not to go down there, Kirkland. I need you too much. Anyway,
now we have a new enforcer it won't take long to get back on track. Who's this
guy out here?"

"He's on Maple Street, about six blocks away."

"That close and you haven't killed him Marcus? What's wrong with you, man?"

"Let's go."

Everyone stopped and looked at Emily. With those three evil pairs of eyes
looking at them, most sensible people would shrink away. But Emily was
confident. She was very self-assured.

Carlos nodded. "She's right. We'll take care of these three grubs today, and
the rest of the worms will wriggle right back into the can by tomorrow
morning."