Mob-Girl 11
by Dru



Clark didn't know much about the Kryptonian he had contacted. He worried for a
while whether this stranger would be able to resist the opportunity that Emily
Lahey presented. Fortunately, The green clothed man that landed in the
Fortress of Solitude turned out to be no less than his cousin. Soon the
disciplined and caring Kryptonian was carrying a slightly embarrassed Clark
Kent back to Metropolis.

"Don't worry Kal'el, I will find her, and take her back to your fortress. If
it's the same as mine, it should have the technology to remove your powers
from the girl."

Clark stood alone in his apartment for a only short time before getting a very
chilling thought. After his fight with Zod, Superman had been so absorbed with
the Lois situation he hadn't re-wired the control panels. If his new friend
tried using that device on Mob-Girl, then things were going to take a major
turn for the worst.

"There aren't many people out today," Carlos noted, poking his thumb at the
window.

Kirkland nodded. "Not suprising. You know your daughter killed more poeple
yesterday than most hitmen manage in a whole career."

"She really is amazing," Carlos remarked with genuine admiration.

Rudall entered the conversation,

surprising his old boss. "You can see she's go'na get out of control? What
would you do if she turned on you?"

"Emily's my only daughter. She loves me, why would she betray me?"

"Because she is your daughter."

"You shut up," Kirkland told Rudall firm and cold. "I'll cut out your snake
tongue myself."

"She won't take orders for long. Emily's smart...and she's got your driving
ambition, Carlos."

"You're already dead, Rudall. Just like Hung Hyi: You don't know it." Carlos
looked back out the window. "Put a gag on this dumb-ass."

A short time later Carlos was startled by his daughter's face. She was flying
low alongside the limo wearing a very classy yet revealing red and blue
outfit. Carlos wound the window down to talk to her.

"You scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry," Emily grinned, "I was just wondering where we're going. Chinatown?"

"Yea. Follow us...but let us go in first."

Hung Hyi was, as always, in his club. The lights were still going, and people
were still dancing...though they lacked a certain energy in their movements.
Hung was counting the takings again, upset that the till was short. Three days
in a row this had sent him into a rage. Whoever was taking his money was very
confident. And as Hung looked around he club, he noticed one of the barmen
throw him a smile. A smile not returned.

"Miss Lu," he said to his assistant, "Go get you friends."

His dark haired mistress smiled at him, and bowed respectfully before leaving
the room. Hung rose to his feet, and waved his two bodyguards away. They took
the cash-box and paperwork away with them. Hung approached the barman.

"How long has it been, San?" he asked him. "Twelve years?"

San knew he was about to be fronted, but remained confident. "Yes sir, mister
Hyi. Twelve years and a few months. What can I get you this morning?"

"It adds up to over three-thousand dollars, San. Do you still have the money
you took last night?"

"I don't understand. Is there something I should know Mister Hyi?"

Miss Lu returned, accompanied by three equally beautiful women. The group
flanked the boss.

"Search him," Hyi commanded, stepping back.

The girls went into action. Hung had trained them personally to be more deadly
than most of his best men. Working as one, two of them dragged him across the
bar and sprawled him on the floor. Normally Hung would take this kind of
action into the back rooms, as such behaviour among his staff was bad for
business. But this issue had him really pissed off.

The efforts of the four trained girls produced a wad of various notes from
within San's jeans. Hung counted it, while San looked up in fear.

One of his security staff aproached the scene. "Mr Hyi, we have a situation
that requires your immediate attention."

"It can wait," Hyi snapped.

"Carlos Lahey was seen entering Chinatown."

"So what? If he comes here, offer him a fucking table." Hyi looked back toward
Miss Lu. "Take this fool out back."

"Do you want me to pull-up, Mr. Lahey?" the driver asked as they approached
the club.

"Yea." Carlos looked over at Rudall. "Take your gag off."

Rudall removed his tie from his mouth, but didn't speak.

The Chinese businesman had done very well for himself. The club was the
showpiece of his empire, and was impressive. Hung Hyi had poured millions into
the design and construction, and now it was complete.

"Lead the way," Carlos invited his disgraced employee.

Two-thousand feet above, Emily watched the grim trio enter the big club. She
already knew that the men inside weren't set to pounce, though she noticed
quite a lot of thugs. Well dressed thugs the likes of which Emily had grown up
around. Their faces and beliefs were different, but their clothes and greed
remained constant among all Metropolis's gangsters.

Listening in as Rudall organised a table from the very friendly security guy,
Emily crossed her arms in dismay. This was going to take a while. As she
hovered there she thought again about ditching her father and going it alone.
Thinking of the ease with which she had handled the soldiers last night
thrilled her. All their munitions and training couldn't save them from her
unarmed inexperience. Searching the building from basement to roof, Emily
found nothing like the weapons she'd faced up in the mountains. Though some of
the chinese guys were a lot more buffed than those unfortunate soldiers,
Mob-girl was certain she had nothing to worry about from them.

Her father was still on his way to a table. Frowning, she drifted down to
nearby alley. Ignoring a small gathering of pissed rag-men, all gaping at her
through suddenly sober eyes, Emily walked out onto the street and up toward
the club. Noticing a lot of eyes flashing her way, she found pride in the
sound of quickening heartbeats and quiet "Wow"'s.

The guys on the door of the club had the entrance open before she started up
the steps. Smiling at them, she could see their sweat pores getting busy as
they posed and tried to look tough for her. Emily's smile turned to a grin at
the thought of these guys trying to fight her. Hopefully, she'd very soon have
that chance.

Walking inside, Emily went directly to the bar.

"What can I get for you?" the barman asked.

Through the timber of the lavish bar, and the expensive threads, Emily could
see the effect she had on this poor guy.

"A bottle of Vodka."

Without taking his eyes off her, he reached up and grasped a bottle from the
shelves behind him. Putting a bottle of Jack Daniels on the bar in front of
her, he turned to get a glass.

Shaking her head at the dazzled barman, Emily took the bottle and left without
waiting for a glass. She sat near a window and waited for something to happen.
Looking out on the street she tuned her ears into the conversation at her
fathers' table.

"...ary. He's a very busy man."

"I'm an old friend, and I don't..."

Emily shook her head. Her father could be such a dramatic windbag at times in
her opinion, and she knew he would drag the power-game he was playing out as
long as he could, then wring it a bit before he'd signal her.

"Excuse me, Miss."

The firm voice speaking behind her belonged to a large thug. His stern facial
expression was betrayed by his body language, but as Emily turned he continued
to do his job.

"The barman informs me that you haven't paid for you drink."

"Did I forget to pay him? How silly of me! Well, I'll be sure to fix
that...just as soon as I drink it."

"Do have a purse with you?"

Emily smiled and looked around as if expecting to find a handbag. "Why, would
you believe that?"

"I think you better leave."

"But I haven't even opened my bottle yet."

"Leave that behind. It's a good thing you didn't open it, or I'd be calling
the police."

"You can't make me leave," Emily told him with genuine arrogance in her voice.
"My boyfriend will be here soon. He'll pay for it."

The guard looked at her with cold eyes, yet his Asian complexion did nothing
to hide his reddened face. Part of him wanted to throw this woman down and
have her right there in the club, but he knew better than that.

"Let's go," he told her, grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the back
alley exit.

Emily allowed him to move her, trying to keep her steel arm soft so he didn't
realize who she was. They were soon outside the club in the narrow alley
behind it. The high buildings either side made the alley dark even on the
brightest of days.

As the door closed behind them, Emily looked around until she found the hidden
security camera. Melting it to slag, she turned her eyes back to the Asian
bouncer. He hadn't seen her heat vision at work because he was running his
hands up he inside of her skirt.

"This is how we treat women like you in my country," he told her, his hands
gripping more firmly as he got behind a dumpster with her.

"You don't know anything about women like me, tough-guy."

She let him get her down on the ground, and checked on her father while she
waited for his next move. Looking back, she saw him struggling to remove her
halter. The alluring clothes fashioned for her by Forelli were too tight for
him get his fingers under, let lone remove. She was about to help him when
something very unexpected happened.

The large half-loaded dumpster was suddenly gone. In its place stood a blonde
man dressed in green.

"Resist and die, Earthling. But breathing or not, you're coming with me."

Emily gulped as she realized she couldn't see through him. She had just enough
time to realize what this meant before he flashed in and delivered a powerful
blow to her head.

Opening her eyes, Emily looked around. Her head ached, and she was very
uncomfortable. Her attacker had put her inside some sort of transparent tube.

"What a fool Kal'el is. Letting a pathetic thing like you steal his powers."

The blonde stepped into her view.

"Who are you?"

"I am one of the few survivors of Krypton. Soon I will be the last."

Emily was a little confused. "Aren't you working for Superman?"

"Ha! He thinks I am. I was going to kill him, but then I thought it better to
let him live. He can't do anything to me now. And when I activate this
machine, the same process that gave you all Kal'el's powers will transfer them
to me. I just finished rigging the conductors. Once I have doubled my power,
I'll use the chambers of other Kryptonians to take theirs. Before long, I'll
be so powerful that nothing in the universe can stop me. And it's all thanks
to you, Earthling."

"What are you doing?" she asked, as he floated over to the control panel and
turned on the machine.

"It really is a great plan," he mused. "I'm going to put Kal'el's powers into
the machine. Then I'm going to put them in me. And to do all this takes the
push of one button."

Emily banged on the glass, but even with her Kryptonian strength she failed to
damage it. Around her the air sizzled with energy, but nothing else seemed to
happen. The alien device was far less brutal than what her team had developed.

The door opened, and the green-clad blonde looked down at Emily as she stepped
out of the chamber. "I'm sure you'll miss the abilities of my race, girl. But
don't worry, I wouldn't want you moping the rest of your life away." He
grinned at her, his handsome face made ugly it. Then the evil grin fell away
and he squinted at her. His eyes lost their confident sheen as he leaned
forward and stared hard at Emily's chest. "What's going on here? This is
wrong..."

Floating up into the air, Mob-Girl regarded her opponent with a cute smile and
laugh playing about her eyes. "Oh no, weirdo, this is just right." Resting her
elbow on her hand, she stroked her chin. "Was this what you were trying to do,
Blondie?"

The Kryptonian fell back as Emily blasted laser beams from her clear blue
eyes. His back never touched the floor, as his weakened form soon vaporized.

With little laugh, Emily landed where he had been standing only moments
before. Piercing the panel with her eyes, she soon found the problem. Her
enhanced mind had o trouble fathoming what had happened. Superman had left the
machine as it was the day he had defeated the three rogues. All he done was
rewire a few buttons, and put the emitter from the chamber into the wall of
the Fortress.

Emily got a rush as she realized the potential of the situation. She didn't
even have to rewire the console, just use different buttons. Quickly
understanding what all the controls did, she tapped a button and the machinery
wound up.