Fall from Grace - Chapter 1
By the taleteam (supertaleteam@yahoo.com) - Talespinner, big Red Dope, Patrick and SteveZ
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1 - Powergirl, Wonder Woman, Black Canary, Superman, Oracle, Martian manhunter, Batman and Dr Fate are characters owned by DC comics and this non-comercial fan fiction is both a homenage and a parody using those great heroes and heroines, who are more than worth of being readed in their own true titles. We are a group of fans and in no way we intend to disrespect or break DC's copyright, any request from the company will be respected. Long live DC and its heroes!
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Powergirl/Wonder Woman scenes were written by Big Red Dope and Talespinner while Oracle/Black Canary parts of the tale were written by Patrick, all the text was edited and spellchecked by SteveZ and we had the collaboration of Denorian with DC facts and ideas for the tale. We all use the talesteam e-mail, but if you want to speak to anyone in particular, please specify in the reader and he'll answer you as soon as possible.
Good reading.Chapter 1
A line of red and blue light sped through the bright skies of Zanwamba, a small African nation. In the distance, a huge column of fire and dark clouds rose from a raging volcano.
Superman was barely able to appreciate the beauty of the scene as his mind tried to find a way of saving the population of the small city so near this natural danger. Hundreds of workers of the LexCorp excavation team were being evacuated by the authorities.
The Man of Steel used his telescopic vision to scan the area for any tools or equipment that could be put to use. While searching the area he noticed the nation's new president leading the operation in person. The man was a mulatto giant, a former guerilla leader and a very brave man from what Superman saw. A huge excavation machine caught his eyes, and the great hero smiled with satisfaction.
With lightning speed he took the massively huge and resilient shovel from it and flew to the base of the volcano. The rivers of lava were already flowing and he had no time to waste. The super excavation took effort and time. The powerful improvised tool, even being made to extract Promethium base minerals, was quickly being worn off, slabs of hard metal falling from it as Superman created a path for the lava.
Each moment was a challenge; the mighty superhero was almost halfway to the volcano top when he noticed a great blast of lava coming in his direction, the volcano's final and most powerful explosion. He couldn't dodge, he had to finish his work! Closing his eyes by instinct, the last son of Krypton was hit squarely in the face, but the blast ended up covering all of his body. The force of the blast sent him spinning in the direction of the town, and, after his impact with the ground, he slowly rose to look in the volcano's direction.
It worked. The lava was running mainly along the path he created and away from the town. In short seconds a hundred or so enthusiastic engineers, workers, technicians and even military people surrounded him in gratitude.
After a short time shaking hands and smiling to the saved population, he flew away, back to his duties. A little ache in his back told him the volcano blast had been much stronger than he first thought. Also, the speed of the population to reach him amazed the superhero. Somehow, he thought he had landed farther away from the population, but it looked like he landed quite nearer then he intended, which means they had been saved at the last minute!
Already forgetting about the incident, Superman sped toward Metropolis.
President Maxwell Jubawan looked with worry at his mother. The middle aged black woman was slim and in great shape, but she was breathing hard and a trickle of blood fell from her nostrils.
She had used way too much of her energy in the spell she had just cast.
"Have you got it, my son? Were you able to take his blood?" Naala Jubawan asked apprehensively. The sorceress had overstretched her powers, and would require at least a week of complete rest before being able to use any more mystical energy. Creating controlled volcano activity and casting a paralyzing spell, even one so short, on Superman was more than most sorcerers could manage. It was a difficult feat, even for an apprentice of Circe!
"Yes, mother, your effort was not in vain..." he answered, holding her with care. "I got the blood of the mightiest man in the world," he added, showing her a syringe full of blood, a half destroyed green needle on its point.
"Excellent! Now we can begin!" said an old and cruel voice with a strong and strange accent.
"Yes, but I hope it is worth the price, Dr. Karkov," Max answered. The dictator of Zanwamba turned to the thin Russian scientist and handed the precious vial to him. "Deliver me what you promised and you'll be richer than you ever dreamed."
Karkov giggled in glee and looked at the president. Karkov was a tall man, but was dwarfed by Max Jubawan's huge seven foot tall and muscular frame. Due to the incident he was still dressed in military garb, which he actually preferred to the tuxedos he had to wear in formal occasions as 'president'. He had always been a fighter, a guerrilla leader who managed to overthrow the tyrannical government, only to replace it with his own, and was more comfortable when in his battle gear.
"Believe me, Mr. President," Karkov said, smiling, "I'm the one who can do it, and I'll do it! And I'll do it gladly!" Giggling like a child, the old man looked amazed at the vial. "This is the greatest moment of my life! All my years of work and study...I finally have the raw material that always escaped me. Everything is ready, this is just the last piece of the puzzle." Turning away from the president he yelled in pure happiness, "Let's go, Brutus! Come on, my son, we have a lot to do now!"
Max watched the huge, deformed metahuman Brutus, Karkov's first success and the only human being he cared for, follow his adopted father. Even the gigantic president was dwarfed by his hulking body. He knew better than trust the scientist, but he needed the serums; his plans depended on it!
He looked at the destroyed needle. Millions of dollars had been used to acquire this smallish Kryptonite piece from Karkov's former Soviet contacts, but it was worth every cent!
Superman took a massive blow from a claw on his chest. It ripped his normally impervious costume and even left red marks on his nearly indestructible body. Battling Chaos demons from other dimensions filled with weird magic was something the Man of Steel disliked, but when Doctor Fate summoned the three most powerful beings nearby to help him, you couldn't say 'no'.
With a well placed blow, using superspeed and full body strength, he hit back at the twisted shape of the creature, guessing it was its head on the other side of his fist. Even mighty as it was, the Chaos being just said a surprised, "Ouch!" before passing out. With the main menace down, he looked at his battle companions.
Wonder Woman was doing just as well; her Amazonian body moved with great precision while dodging and striking a lithe, eight armed serpent-like Chaos demon. The being was large and fast, but Diana was a well trained and nearly perfect fighter, and was beating it blow by blow.
Superman, still winded, stopped for a moment to watch her as she bent over to escape a tail sweep. Her movement made her shorts ride inside the crack of her full, round butt cheeks. What a perfect pair of legs and wonderful butt!
He tried not to think about it now, but as she changed her guard and moved to the side to strike a series of hard blows to the creature's torso, he couldn't help but watch her big breasts wobbling inside the golden, cleavage exposing bustier as she pounded the beast.
'Wow!' he thought as the spectacle of swaying boobs unfolded in front of him. 'Wonder Woman is a very well chosen name!' he thought lewdly, watching the brunette Amazon. Beads of sweat were falling on his forehead...it was weird! He rarely sweated! He rationalized that it must be some effect of the Chaos magic.
Diana was doing just fine, and embarrassed, he turned to his other battle companion. Power Girl was in front of the portal, taking Chaos demon after Chaos demon as they stepped out of the gate. To her left, Doctor Fate was trying to close the dimensional rift, while the small time magician, who opened it without having any idea of what he was doing, was trembling and babbling in fear on his back, holding the mighty sorcerer's leg.
The Kryptonian again was enthralled by female beauty. He looked at Power Girl with an open mouth. Several minor demons were grabbing the superheroine and trying to bring her down, but she punched and kicked with incredible energy, beating them all to unconsciousness just to be assaulted by new ones who were jumping from the other side of the gate.
Her body moved with strength and grace, but her massive hooters were a lewd spectacle! Superman felt drops of sweat falling on his face again; the place seemed cold, which was very strange, he rarely if ever felt cold! 'It must be the dark magic,' he rationalized again. Still, his eyes were glued to Power Girl's chest. His mouth dropped even lower as a slim and lightning fast Chaos creature managed to hit Kara.
It had made a go for her head but, as she stepped back, it slashed at her chest. Now the powerful blonde was fighting with her already very revealing costume torn in the chest area. It was ripped to pieces and her bouncing jugs were in open sight. The very large glands had huge aureolas, nearly the same color as her skin, and nipples that were big and hard. It looked like beating enemies turned her on...
Superman finally managed to get out of his voyeur daydreams as another major Chaos demon tried to enter the Earth dimension. Doctor Fate's spells were working and the gate was closing; the third greater demon gave an angry shriek in response and tried a last dash for the Earth world.
Power Girl jumped in front of Dr. Fate to protect him in the last moments he needed. Dozens of tentacles grabbed her body. Dark energy swept to her, and Superman noticed she was half paralyzed. It must have been quite a magic blast! Even he felt it from afar!
In a superfast movement, Superman grabbed Kara while mighty tentacles slid through her legs, waist, breasts, face and arms, draining her life energy with black energy. Superman felt suddenly weak and cold...very cold. The little pain he had been feeling on his back swelled and he nearly released Kara, but with a last effort he used all the energy left in his body to pull her free.
The Man of Steel and Power Girl fell to the ground, panting. Above and straddling Superman was the busty blonde; she tried to get on all fours to stand up, but was so weak her body began to tremble, making the hanging nude tits sway on his face. Her big, hard nipples were brushing against his lips and the Kryptonian couldn't help but start to swell into a huge hard on! Then her arms lost all strength and she fell on him again, burying his face with her impressive mounds.
All the Chaos beings screamed at once, and he heard Fate stopping his incantations. It worked. Kal-El relaxed.
The last things Superman felt before passing out were the soft and warm globes of flesh on his face...he passed out with a silly smile on his face.
Max Jubawan looked at the few vials in front of him. Three. And so small.
Yet they were the result of a combined effort of science and magic. The drug he wanted was there. Powerdrug he called it, so simple...almost poetic.
Karkov's scientific research were leading nowhere just a week ago. Superman's blood was just too powerful, no subject survived the injection of this drug for more than several minutes. But several minutes of greatness and might!
Only with his mother's hexes was the sample weakened enough to be used in human beings, but even so it nearly destroyed the bodies of the subjects. A small price to pay for so much power during the short half hour the drug worked after the combined effort.
Max's own metahuman body was able to withstand the effects without much problem, but no normal human could survive it without much pain and suffering. Only his more resilient special forces elite were being trained in the supersoldier program, and he knew some of them would die in the process, yet all were volunteers, each one wanted to be a superwarrior.
It was the beginning of the fulfillment of his fate. Ever since he had been conducted by his mother to an audience with mighty Circe, he knew he was destined for greatness.
Circe knew it. She saw it! That's why she gave him the Luhlluva spear, the magical artifact of his ancestors, lost for centuries!
With its power and legend he was able to unite the tribes and lead them to his victory. But Circe forced him to the great vow. He would have to give up one thing, the most valuable thing he had, when she asked him. The sorceress never told him what it would be...but she knew he would fulfill his oath.
Maxwell Jubawan was a warrior, born of a warrior line and descendent of kings. He was a leader by nature and proud of the stainless honor of his bloodline. Circe knew that she would ask him to take his own life if she maintained her part of the bargain.
He would never betray his word given in a great vow...yet it bothered him not to know what he would have to give up in a future time.
"So this is the Powerdrug, PD, interesting...expensive!" said his father, interrupting his daydreams. "What are those other two drugs?" asked the middle aged but extremely fit white man.
"This one, father," Max said, holding the second vial, "is BRR - Body Resistance Reductor - it affects even powerful metahumans, and causes their extrahuman resistance to drop to human levels. Since it uses Superman's modified white corpuscles, it can affect even the most powerful of the heroes." He looked at the older man and saw the veteran adventurer looking interested.
"And the other is the improved version of SAD - Super Aphrodisiac Drug - which Karkov had developed with my natural metahuman pheromones...now with a power boost." He then handed him the third vial, smiling wickedly. The older man grinned back maliciously to his son.
Donavan Carter was both his father and trainer in combat arts. An old time mercenary and spy in his youth, he managed by his wits, and more than a few illicit businesses, to amass a fortune and with that managed to become one of the most influential white men in the country in licit business.
In fact, after his son's guerrillas managed to overthrow the racist government of the white minority, he became the most influential man in the nation. Perhaps even more than his son, as LexCorp's contracts always ended up with Donavon's firms.
He was also a hero of the 'revolution' and the way things ended up made him look like a wise counselor to the young president. The truth was, none of them cared about racial issues, all they wanted was power and money!
And it was a great stroke of luck finding a huge vein of rare minerals used in the making of Promethium shortly after the revolution's success. It allowed them to become filthy rich while managing to actually improve the population's life standards.
"Well, my son, I'm not here really to just chat," the experienced man said.
"I already guessed so, you rarely relax, my father! What's the matter now?" Max asked, smiling.
"Things have calmed down, and now there are plenty of reporters arriving to gauge the country's situation. I already arranged for a collective interview with you, but I think we'll need the twins help to get them in a 'receptive mood'. Are they available now?"
"Yes, they're resting from the last mission, but I think this is easy enough for them."
"Call me when you contact them, I'll be waiting! Now I have to make everything ready for our visitors' arrival," said the busy father as he left the room.
Max pressed the button to the Andronov twins direct line. Another one of the benefits he had gotten from Karkov, the duo of young redheads was a valuable asset. Metahuman spies of the old Soviet Union, they had turned to industrial espionage after its fall.
But now the expert mind twisters were under his pay and had helped him solve many conflicts without the use of strength.
They were able to change the mind of anyone with enough time. Their metahuman ability was to make everything they said sound more reasonable, and insert deep suggestion in their targets. Unhappily, their powers were slow to work and depended heavily on their ability to convince the victims. But to this date they never failed a mission!
More than a few of his former political adversaries and tribal enemies were now his steadfast allies.
Justice League Watchtower, the Moon
As Superman lay in the examination bed, Batman stood nearby, examining a small vial containing a greenish fluid. He passed a scanner over it, but he already knew what it was. "Trace amounts of Kryptonite, not enough to kill, but enough to disrupt his powers and slow him down."
Diana was at his side, worried both about Superman and their battle companion, Power Girl. Kara had taken a direct hit from a major Chaos demon mystic blast and was still unconscious, but her condition was getting better by the minute, unlike Kal's which was at times stable but deteriorated from time to time.
"Kryptonite poisoning!" Diana reacted, following the world's greatest detective to the labs and communication room. "But how? Kryptonite is so rare, and how could he be poisoned without his knowledge?"
"That's a good question, very few people have access to it. But the greatest question is, where was he the victim of this attack? It could lead us to 'who' did it and then to 'why'," Batman said almost to himself as he sat in front of the computer.
"Why such a small amount? If you wanted to kill Superman, you would think he would notice the attempt," Diana asked, a bit confused.
"Yes. Before he passed out again, he said that the symptoms first appeared a few days ago. Let's see all the places he's been in the last few days...this amount of the substance would take around a week to have such an effect..." Batman started to download the photo log of all Superman's missions in the three days which were the more probable dates of his poisoning. "Of course, there is still the matter of him not noticing it at first. Someone used a very small quantity of it and managed to get it into his system without his knowledge."
Diana listened while carefully watching the pictures; they were taken from magazines, newspapers and web sites. Superman had gone on some worldwide missions on those days, which only added to the complexity of finding out where it had happened!
"Anyone that can do this to Kal is no one to trifle with...here, this is the most probable date by the med center's info...he was in Africa, official mission for UNO." Many pics appeared, and Diana noticed his sharp mind, used to investigation, scanning through all of them in seconds looking for clues. "Too many people near him. No one could do it without been seen." Batman changed the pics to his next mission, it showed a large excavation site in a beautiful savanna countryside, with a raging volcano exploding smoke and lava in the skies. "Then he had to save these people in Zanwamba..."
"Wait!" Diana yelled, and he stopped the image flow.
"See anything strange?" he asked, curious.
"Yes! That woman...can you get a clearer image of her?" Wonder Woman asked, placing her fingertip on the image in question.
"Yes, here it is." He zoomed the image while finding the same woman in two other photos with lightning speed. "Here are others where she appears. This one looks suspicious...she's gesturing in very strange ways."
"I know her...I saw her when I confronted Circe a couple of years ago. She was one of her apprentices...I don't know her name," Diana said, trying hard to find any new clue.
"Very good, Diana." Batman turned to her with a satisfied face. She guessed he would be smiling if he was capable of doing it...instead, he looked determined and ready to go through this search. "Try to get some rest, take a shower...relax, and then get Kara on her feet, I'll meet you in an hour in the briefing room."
She saw him starting to search through tons of information at the same time, unbelievably managing to deal with lots of different information at the same time. The Amazon princess wanted to help, but she had not rested since the battle and was quite sore. Muscle and magic were not easy to withstand, even for the world's greatest heroine! She left the room for a very well deserved bath.
Watchtower Briefing Room
Diana and Kara were awaiting Batman's final analysis. With J'onn J'onzz on monitor duty and the rest of the JLA and the JSA scattered on various non-world shattering missions, they were the only members around. Even worse, there was already an emergency call for Batman in Gotham, some psycho was on a killing spree again!
The buxom ladies had nothing to do but try to make chitchat while waiting for the final verdict. Kara was still very sore and cold from the magic blast, and her humor was not at its best. In fact, her legendary bad temper was at its full as she waited for Batman's analysis.
Everyone was worried. Anything that could slow down Superman was nothing to sneeze at, and it had been very depressing for Diana to drag the both of them, Superman and Power Girl, to the Watchtower, where they could be checked out.
"Well, it is Kryptonite poisoning." He held up the vial and uttered some of the scariest words one could hear when dealing with the Man of Steel. "The most probable place for it to occur was in Africa, in the small nation of Zanwamba." Batman went on. "I have this briefing with all the information I gathered with Diana's clue, and it is a very hot lead," he said, handing them a DVD with all his research.
"Good! Let's go!" Kara said, already raising.
"Calm down, Power Girl!" he said, worried about her too enthusiastic reaction. "We don't know exactly who did it, nor why they did it. I would guess it was an accident...the intention was not to kill Superman." He continued looking at her annoyed face. "If we are to find out how it happened and how to cure Kal, we'll have to dig through this information with care. There is more than Kryptonite here; J'onn J'onzz was able to remove every trace of it, yet Kal has not recovered in any way, quite the opposite, in fact."
"Investigation. You're going to do it, I guess?" Power Girl answered. "I want to go, too. Kal has saved my life more than once, and I'll do whatever it takes to help him now!"
"Unhappily, I think we'll not be able to count on Batman in this mission...bad news in Gotham, my friend," the Martian Manhunter said, entering the room.
"Then I'll do it!" Kara said impatiently.
"I want to go, too," Diana added, thinking deeply. "If Circe is involved, I'd better be around."
"Okay, then we'll leave as soon as possible," Power Girl decided, already wanting to leave the room.
"I don't think it's a good idea," Batman said, knowing full well that Kara's temper and feminist activism would result in her being easily insulted.
"And why not?" Power Girl said, predictably. "Aren't we good enough for the mission?" She saw Diana looking at Batman with a raised eyebrow. She was more than a little hurt herself.
"I never said that. But investigation is a very hard task which requires skill and experience..." He was not able to finish his thoughts, as Kara interrupted him.
"And you think we're not smart enough to do it!" she yelled. "I'll go to that African hell hole and get Superman's cure...I owe him this!"
"Batman, I have some investigation experience, I think I can take care of it all with Kara's help," Diana finally said. Her feelings were hurt. Even knowing she was no match for the best detective she ever saw, the Amazon princess' pride swelled and she was sure she could manage to do it, and even control Power Girl, too!
"Okay, all the information you need to start is here," Batman said, leaving the room to head for the transporter. He knew better than to lose precious time arguing with the two headstrong, overconfident and proud women.
The Clocktower, Gotham City
It was one of the slowest nights either Dinah Lance, Black Canary, or Barbara Gordon, the original Batgirl and now Oracle of the Justice League, could remember since they had set up operation as The Birds Of Prey in the Clocktower. There was the beginning of a killing spree from a serial killer, but no clue was left so they had to wait for his next move.
Nonetheless, evil never rests so good doesn't either. Barbara, wearing jogging shorts and a grey cotton tank top with a Superman symbol on the front, was seated in her wheelchair, a "gift" courtesy of the Joker. She was doing her escrima forms, weaving the two rattan sticks in a series of intertwining arcs that changed in speed and tempo as she worked out.
'Damn, I'm horny,' she thought, 'maybe I'll see if Dick is home later.' As the thought struck her mind, the mixture of body chemicals caused her nipples to enlarge to the size of pinkie fingers and poke through the shirt's thin material.
Barbara and Dick Grayson, the first Robin and now Nightwing, the masked guardian of Bludhaven, had finally given in and consummated a long running, but platonic, relationship which Barbara planned to milk for all it was worth. 'I may be in a wheelchair, but I'll be DAMNED if I let the Joker kill my sex life along with my legs!!'
Meanwhile, Dinah was practicing her own martial arts, a mixture of aikido, judo, and other moves she had picked up in her long career as a crime fighter. She wore only a white sports bra and a pair of skintight dark blue spandex leggings without panties. Throwing disks were attached to her outfit in several locations, and she would occasionally fling one at one of the targets lining the walls, always hitting her target.
She was still getting used to being her old metapowered self after her immersion in Ra's Al Ghul's Lazarus Pit, and she felt GOOD. Her own mixture of body chemicals had caused her own body to react in a similar way to Babs as she thought of Ollie, her nipples expanding as the juices in her nether region began to flow in sync with her workout.
She also contemplated a tryst for later that evening, thinking of Oliver Queen, the first Green Arrow and her former lover, who had seemingly returned from the dead. She wasn't sure if she wanted to continue with that relationship, but it felt good to have that option once again. As she continued her workout, her mind raced down the short list of men in her life.
Batman, having easily made his way past the Tower's security systems, was perched in the rafters and enjoying the view, both as a human male and as a fellow crime fighter. He had always considered Barbara to be something between a sister and a daughter, and therefore beyond any kind of sexual thought. But every so often a dirty thought still popped up in his dreams, or as a wayward meandering, like now.
Dinah was one of the few people outside of his 'Bat Family' that he trusted and respected, in addition to being attached to someone else who was a former friend and might still be considered an ally, but his thoughts about her also strayed from the friendly to the erotic. 'I think I'll look up Selina when I'm finished here,' he thought to himself.
Some days he thought Oliver and Dick had to be two of the luckiest guys on the planet. Before these thoughts manifested themselves physically, he slid from his perch and dropped to the floor, preparing to make his usual appearance from nowhere and surprising them both.
As he hit the ground, he was met with a rattan stick aimed at his chest and a disk aimed at his crotch. He dropped to the ground underneath both and responded with a pair of batarangs of his own. The first was knocked away by Barbara's other stick while Black Canary responded the same way Batman had to her own thrown disk and simply dodged.
"Did you enjoy what you saw?" Dinah asked with a sly grin as her eyes met Batman's, who rose to his feet, all business once again.
"I have something I want the Birds Of Prey to check out." He cut to the chase and handed a microdisk to Barbara. "I'll take care of the new killer, concentrate on the case I'm giving you. You two are the only ones I'd trust it with since Dick is out of contact now." He walked out of the workout room and into the Watchtower's main Computer Room.
After they had cleaned themselves up and burned off their sexual tensions with a little me time, both Barbara and Dinah entered the Computer Room to see that Batman had already brought up the information on Oracle's 3-D Holographic projection system.
As they watched, he briefed them on the situation with Superman and his dispatching of Wonder Woman and Power Girl to Zanwamba to investigate. All three pondered the gravity of the situation, seeing how dangerous it was to the Man of Steel's life.
"I trust the two of them to take care of themselves, but not to actually finding out the cure for Superman. I want some backup in place if they need it, and also someone able to do the job quickly. I think Black Canary should enter the country covertly and investigate on her own. I think the Birds of Prey are perfect for this mission." As he approached the window, he went on: "Wonder Woman and Power Girl only know that I am carrying out my own investigation, but I didn't tell them of my exact plans. Whether you contact them or not, I leave that up to you. But, maybe the less they know, the better." With that, Batman stepped out the window and disappeared in the night. Dinah and Barbara looked at each other, nodded, and went to work.
Zanwamba International Airport, Flight 521 from Gotham by way of Paris and Cairo
Linda Steele, a pleasingly plump middle level executive for LexCorp, had spent the last thirteen hours trying to get comfortable in a seat meant for a smaller person. The only relief had come during the all too brief stops they made in Paris and Cairo, both of which had lasted only long enough for her to try out what passed for food in the airports' lounges and buy a few cheap souvenirs. For the entire flight she had shared this discomfort with her fellow travelers, and had succeeded in pissing off half the plane and the entire flight crew in the process. As the plane landed and everyone disembarked, the crew let go a collective sigh of relief at seeing that "Fat Bitch" (their pet name for their new passenger of the year) finally leave. They already felt sorry for anyone that crossed her path over the next week.
Ms. Steele, suitcases clamped in a pair of doughy hands, exited the airport and scanned the row of taxis for a ride to the hotel that LexCorp had reserved for her. After elbowing several street merchants out of her way, she collapsed into a repainted Chevy Nova and barked out the name of the hotel to the driver. Digging into her handbag, she pulled a cell phone out and punched in a long series of numbers. After bouncing around the globe several times, a voice finally picked up and answered the phone, "Good Morning, Chiroptera Enterprises, Mr. Steele's office, how can I help you?"
Linda grinned as she heard the wheelchair bound redhead's words. "Yeah, let me speak to Bob Steele!" she barked.
"I'm sorry, he's out of the office right now, can I take a message?"
"Yeah, tell that fat bastard his wife called and I arrived safely, so he can forget about trading in that insurance policy he bought."
"I'll do so, Ma'am. Please enjoy your stay in Zanwamba." Barbara Gordon, AKA Oracle, hit the disconnect button on her phone and added another line to the open file on her computer:
921 AM Local time: Black Canary lands in Zanwamba. Mission going as planned.
End of chapter 1
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