Mob-Girl 6 by Dru "Mr. White, Clark Kent on line two." "Put him on." "Mr. White?" "Yes Clark. Anymore info on the Mob-Girl story?" "Turn the radio on to WWMN." Perry swivelled around and reached for dial. The pleasant classical music turned to static then a crackling newsreader could be heard. "...ropolis Police. In all, seventeen cars have been destroyed, and thirty-four officers killed. The pattern originates at the site of this mornings' gangland battle in the eastern district, and stretches toward the southern suburbs..." "Clark? What's going on?" "She's killing people." "...Commissioner Graeme Thorpe will be making an official statement at two o'clock regarding the matter. Already, there has been speculation as to whether the sudden outbreak of violence is connected to yesterday's dramatic prison break by mob boss Carlos Lahey. So far, the police department has ruled out the possibility put forward by Daily Planet reporter Clark Kent, who claims that Superman's powers have been stolen Carlos Lahey's daughter: Twenty year old Emily Lahey." "Chief?" "I'm here, Clark." "I have to go." "Go where?" "North." Emily announced her decision to escort the limo from air by jumping three hundred feet into the sky. Kirkland was standing too close, and ended up sprawled out on the grass. Picking himself up, Marcus jogged over to the car and got there just as Carlos tucked his head under the door-jam. "Where to now?" Carlos asked him, already lowering the divider so the driver could hear. "The driver knows the place. Fat Jimmy's." "The bar on Truman Avenue? That place goes way back with me. It was the second front I set up...after the cops nabbed the pizza place." Carlos scratched his chin, then leaned forward toward the driver. "Let's go home, Dennis," he told him, then plucked a cigar out of the silver box set into the bar. "We've given everyone enough to talk about this morning...we'll hit the bar tonight, when there's an audience." Listening in from on high Emily was a little disappointed, at first, that she'd have to wait until night before her next public appearance as Mob-Girl. She had never experienced anything like the power that was flowing so abundantly through her body, and found the way in which people around her crumbled at her lightest touch more than a little agreeable. Already she had developed an enthusiasm for gunfire massages. Police cars were no-where to be seen. The limo driver had been working for Breaker's mob long enough to know where all the police stations were, and he didn't go within three blocks of any of them. And so the trip back to the eastside was uneventful, giving Emily plenty of time to just relax in the air above Metropolis and enjoy the scenery. Metropolis was a city that truely lived up to the name. Looking left to right, Emily cast her eye over the chaotic jungle of buildings and felt a great sense of pride. No-one esle on the planet had access to this glorious view without a helicopter or plane. For a moment she wondered how Clark Kent would be feeling right now. She knew that the euphoria she felt would be reversed in him. It must be very depressing for him, she decided, if the feeling of joy she was experiencing was anything to go by. Below her the limo turned up the access ramp and onto the highway. Mob-Girl curved her course to stay with them. The pace the car was travelling seemed very slow to her, though the long black vehicle carrying her father was passing other cars as if they were standing still...using the breakdown lane more often than not. They got back to the compound and the limo drove into the underground carpark. Allowing gravity to take her low to the ground, Emily followed in behind it and landed on the conrete. "If we're not doing anything now, I'm going out," she told her father. "I'm not sitting in the house all day." "That's fine, Emily. Me and the boys have a lot to discuss. We'll head to the next target at around nine, so try to be back...okay?" "I'll be here." Getting into her third set of clothes for the day Emily paused at her bedroom window to cinsider her options. Deciding to give her flying ability a good test, she floated out and soared into into the scattered clouds. She passed through them and continued to climb. Looking down she got a small whirl of vertigo, but it didn't last long. The curvature of the Earth became apparent and she stopped there to look around. "I think I'll head east," she decided. A moment later she was cruising at mach three over the Atlantic. Far below her she saw many ships. Looking at the water she caught a glimpse of the ocean floor. Suddenly she could see it all, the deep blue water becoming transparent to reveal the mountainous seabed. Touched by its beauty Emily dove into the water to 'swim' through Robert Ballard's territory faster than any torpedo in production today. Enjoying herself immensely Emily explored the bottom of the Atlantic. She found wrecks of all descriptions and even a few aircraft. They were hard to spot, damaged and covered with deepsea life, but Emily had no trouble. Eventually the ocean floor rose until it formed a coastline. Breaching, she flew along the surface with her fingertips slicing through the heights of the swell. As she neared the beach Emily rose into the clouds once more, travelling so swiftly that her clothes and hair were already dry. Looking at her clothes she shook her head in disgust and swore. "What am I going to do about this?" They had been reduced to rags by her incredible speed. Thinking about it a moment, she realised the only outfit on Earth capable of withstanding the treatment she'd been giving her clothes was Superman's outfit. Looking over the strange land below she sighed and headed back the way she had come. Her mental map of the ocean floor guiding her back to Metropolis. Perry White was having a hard time with this one. Every other paper had gone with the stealth chopper story on the prison break. His was the only rag running of at the mouth about 'Mob-Girl' and it concerned him that his reputation might be harmed if Clark proved to be wrong. Sure, Superman had been around for a long time. Sure he'd had trouble before. He'd also gone away for long periods of time too, and Perry was starting to think Clark was making all this up because Superman was on another interstellar mission, leaving his media contact with no stories. Jabbing his finger on the intercom, he ordered coffee then reached for his cigarettes. When he swivelled around and to look out over the city he got the shock of a lifetime. All doubt about Clark's integrity was washed away as Perry came to terms with his eyes were seeing. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, her bikini hiding very little of her awesome body. Getting up, Perry walked over to the window and looked down past the girls feet. She was standing on air. Perry looked up hopefully, but found no wires supporting her. Mob-Girl was hovering just six inches from the glass, smiling at him with the most dazzling teeth Perry White had ever seen. "Oh my..." Her hand rose, and she touched her fingertips to the windowpane. Her smile went a little crooked, and the glass became a web of cracks. Perry backed away, only to find himself sucked toward her as the glass succumbed to her single hand. The office was thrown into chaos as the wind tore through the place. Perry thought he was going to fall, but the girl grabbed him under the arm, and tossed him back in. Rolling onto his back, Perry looked up the length of her flawless calves and thighs. This woman was built in a way that made Perry's head spin. "Your Clark Kent's boss, aren't you?" "Who are you?" "Who do you think, Perry?" "You're the one who killed all those policemen." "That's just the begining. Do you happen to know where Clark is right now?" "I have no idea." "Come on. What kind of manager doesn't know where his people are? You must be able to get in contact with him." "He e-mails his stuff to me. What do you want?" "I want to know where Clark Kent is." She touched her feet to the floor either side of the fallen Perry White. Crouching down over him with impressive agility she put her face in his. "And you're going to tell me." Perry couldn't help but get aroused. This woman had an incredible presence. He could feel an aura of power around her that was almost physical. "No I won't." Clark Kent's apartment overlooked the industrial estate. On a clear day you could see the smoke billowing from a forest of concrete stacks on the horizon. With Perry's comprehensive directions Emily found the place in no time at all. It was on the top floor of an apartment block built in th mid-fifties. Emily was about to shatter the window when she spotted alarm sensors. Darting sideways she smacked through the concrete and brick wall without triggering any alarms. Dropping to the carpet, she strode around Superman's home. There was no sign of Clark. She didn't have to check every room to know he wasn't here. Her ears would have detected his heartbeat, but all she could hear was the neighbours talking about the loud crash she had made a moment ago. "Looks like Perry lied to me," she mused. Standing in the livingroom Emily scanned every nook and cranny in the apartment, making the walls tranparent, and found what she saught in the bottom drawer of his dresser. "Excellent." Still in X-ray mode she walked through two walls into the master bedroom. Shoving her hand through the oak construction, Emily ripped the blue and red outfit out of hiding and held it up. It was much smaller now. Obviously the fabric was designed to stretch. It felt similar to silk, yet was not quite so smooth. when she pulled on it stretched as she knew it would. "I'll have to remodel it," she decided, examining the red underpants that Superman strangely wore outside his clothes. They would never fit with her image. The boots were no good, but Emily preferred to go barefoot anyway. Now that rocks crunched under her feet like chunks of hard-packed flour she saw no need for them. Flying back out into the open air Emily sought a fashion designer famous among the Metropolis social elite for his sensual and revealing garments. Soaring over the city with the wind blasting through her hair Emily located the shop in the time it took to hail a taxi. Checking it out through cloud she pierced the walls and found the young man working thoroughly with pen and paper. The street was busy, but Emily didn't want to get off on the wrong foot by blasting a hole in the designers fashionable shop. So she folded the super- suit and descended smoothly to the sidewalk in front of the door. People moved away from her, staring with open bewilderment. Susan just kept a straight face, which was difficult, and took her package into the shop. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asked, looking at Emily over the top of her glasses. "I need to see Frank." "Mr. Forelli is a very busy man, as I'm sure you're aware. I can book you in for an appointment, Miss...?" "Lahey. Emily Lahey. Not that you really need to know." Emily walked around the reception desk to the hidden door. Before the receptions picked up the handset to dial security, Emily flashed over and slapped her hand on the phone. Pieces of plastic flew everywhere, and the dial-tone stopped. "Just relax, lady. I won't be here long." Emily quickly worked out how to open the secret door into Frank Forelli's studio. "What the fuck is this?" he demanded, unimpressed by the scantily clad girl barging in on his creative time. "I have a challenge for you, Frank." Frank sensed something different about this woman. The way she moved her immaculate body inspired an erection when he got a good look at her. "Who are you?" "I'm Emily Lahey. The Daily Planey call me 'Mob- Girl'." "Huh?" "Check this out." Emily put Superman's outfit on the drawing Frank had been working on. "I need this feminised. Can you work with Kryptonian fabrics?" "What is this? Is it real?" "I need you to change it, Frank. I know I can count on you, your a genius. I'll come back tomorrow and see what you've done." Frank gaped at her ass as she walked back out. Even after meeting the best supermodels in the business, Frank was astounded by Emily's supreme confidence, and deeply impressed by her sensationally glamourous build. Fully aware how much of an effect she'd had on Frank, Emily felt her self-confidence take another leap. A man as worldly as Frank Forelli would have seen the most beautiful women in the world, and yet she had still left him staring at her like a hungry puppy. Giving the receptionist a little wave, Emily strode out the door and leapt up into the clouds. Looking at the clock inside the trainstation far below, she learned that she still had hours before she should head back home. Stretching her body out she accelerated through a sonic boom and set her course back over the ocean.