Date: December 17th, 2001
Time: 8:05 PM
Place: Metropolis, undisclosed place
Dear Diary,
I knew Luthor wasn’t done. If he knew I was Kara, he would be. But he just couldn’t stop.
When I delivered the trilo, he was in his office as he said he would be,
at 7 AM. I had managed to chain into a
make-shift costume (‘S’ shirt, matching pants) so no one would see my other
costume and I stored that one where I am now.
Luthor was satisfied, but his body language told me he wanted more from
me.
“One more thing, and I’ll give you the antidote.”
Heh.
“And that would be…?”
Now, mind you, this was after a VERY dramatic and
emotional “meeting” with Justin Grey. I
don’t want to get into details right now because it was too shocking and
heartbreaking and I’ll just start crying again. The only reason I’m writing better is because my hypothesis is
right. Taking more of that… that… main
drug I was given… makes the effects go away.
So I stole Kon’s dosages (that kid needs to be killed for having it!)
and I’m taking them until my mission is over.
“Here, I want you to READ the details to this.”
He slid a manilla folder across his marble desk to
me. I took it, opened it and began to
read it. It made sense what the
proposition was, but I was NOT going to do it.
“Uhm, no, I don’t think so. NO WAY.”
“Then you don’t get the cure.”
“Wha--?”
“You see… I never
work unless I have… everything I want.”
“This is inane—“
“And if you try to “tattle” on me, Supergirl… Well, lets just say I pay attention to your
exploits. Rumor has it you’re *very*
close to the Green Lantern man in New York…
It would be a shame to dispel of such a person.”
That did it.
“Fine. When?”
“Tonight.”
“This is the LAST thing, yes?”
“Absolute LAST.
I’m sure you can understand the reasoning.”
“Don’t talk to me.”
So I left, folder and all. Sad thing is… I do understand the reasoning.
Let me explain.
Luthor handed me the floor plans to a Gotham technical
HQ. The same HQ that keeps
communication between Gotham and their satellites. And the orders in the folder?
Infect the systems with a impregnable virus. I can do that. I have
about a hundred viruses that no earthling, and Clark, has ever experienced
before. With the simple click of a
button, I can unleash a virus that would wipe out the entire world’s technology
in exactly .25 seconds. Luthor wants me
to take out Gotham’s satellites on the stakes of both my antidote and Kyle’s
life? Then that’s what I’ll do.
(Believe me diary, if I didn’t know Luthor’s
capabilities, I wouldn’t take Luthor serious… but he wouldn’t make the threat
if he couldn’t do it.)
Now, the reason I understand it is because of
“Metropolitan Patriotism”. That’s a
term Lois Lane started and it sort of… stuck.
Metropolis is the most technologically advanced city in the world. But Gotham and Hong Kong are close second
and third. Gotham’s approaching fast to
number one with Metropolis. Metropolitans
hate that. They’ve been looking to
Luthor to do something about it, since he’s practically the head of the city in
power…
…
In the right breast pocket of my suit is a disk. Within that disk contains a Brainiac
virus. Not only will it completely
crash ground-to-space communications, it’ll cause the satellites to go apeshit
and then explode. In my back pocket is
the bottle of that crap I took from Kon (Memo to Self: Report Kid to Harper—wait, scratch that,
suspicion will arise). I have another
mask, since Bruce took mine, and new sunglasses that I managed to bring in the
small bag of stuff that belonged to me on Argos. They’re plated solid silver, but you can see through them. They were designed for the abuse I tried to
put Kon’s glasses through technologically, but they weren’t nearly as
good. Instead of giving me a bird’s eye
view of the floor map, it’ll go with me as I “crusade” the building, giving me
directions in *MY* language on where to go.
Which is nice, since only Clark has a vague idea on how to read it.
I haven’t been anywhere near a home of mine since
yesterday afternoon. The last friendly
face I’ve seen was Justin’s… god, Justin… he… it’s hard to even think about…
can’t think about it, not when you need to plan, Kara.
Bruce might decode the virus. Realize it’s a Brainiac virus.
He’ll call Clark and ask if Brainiac’s back. Clark will say no. Bruce
will ask if Clark owns a Brainiac virus.
Clark will say yes. Bruce will
ask if he’s seen me. Clark will say not
since last night when Justin Grey tried to kill himself. Bruce will ask if we’re still together. Clark will say “I assume not, Justin’s been
by once or twice” (he was because I was spying). And Bruce will know.
Bruce will know and he’ll hate me.
But it’s a matter of my survival and Kyle’s, and I can’t sell Luthor
out. His cases cost up to ten million
dollars when he’s dragged to court, ten million that could be used to feed the
hungry on special programs. And if I
do, it’ll cause a scandal…
This is going to ruin my friendships with everyone, and
my relationship with Kyle… But I HAVE
to do it.
§Kara§