The Trial of Supergirl
By Cliff S. and Supergirlx
Chapter 1
Supergirl paused for a
moment, hiding herself behind one of the large stacked containers in the
shipyard and looking down at the activity below her. There were dozens of men
scrambling around two large open cargo boxes. A flash of light beamed from
inside one of the open containers and the roar of an engine could be heard.
Suddenly a gleam of steel emerged from inside, beaming in the moonlight, the
Bugatti Veyron rolled into the open air of the docks.
Supergirl immediately
recognized it from the earlier police reports, not many 1.7 million dollar cars
go missing without someone noticing; and she was almost willing to bet the
other luxury and sports cars were sealed inside the other dozen boxes
surrounding the men.
The young slender man in the
valentine suit seemed to be the one in charge. He smiled broadly to a fat
balding Middle Eastern gentleman who delighted in seeing the one of a kind
automobile.
“Just like I said.” The boy
slid his hand down the smooth finish of the hood. “Nothing on Earth like it,
and it’s yours at just above the asking price. As long as your transfer goes
through, we’ll pack all of them onboard and have them delivered in three days.”
“Above asking price?” the man
balked.
“Well, you have to purchase
the history also.” The boy gleamed. “This was once the pride and joy of a
certain prince off the ivory coast. I dare say some supermodels panties are probably
still stuck between the cushions of the backseat.”
“Yes, yes!”
The man laughed delighted.
The balding man examined the car impressively, gliding his hands down the
polished steel curves.
Supergirl could see the
younger man’s face now clearly. She recognized him, Conner Kingsley, the son of
one the world’s most successful merchant shipping magnets. Their family
business, run by his older brother Donny and their father, took in more profit
than some small countries. Last years revenue was well above the forty billion
dollar mark….but she knew why he was here.
The tabloids had always
painted Conner as the spoiled kid in the family. He refused to go into the
business with his father and rather favored spending the family’s wealth at
several clubs and socialite parties. His father had remained silent when
several of his sons sex tapes appeared suddenly on the internet, him and Paris,
him and Angelina, him and Jessica, him with Gillian and Cecilia, he was
certainly an embarrassment to the family. But dealing with stolen goods, she
knew he wasn’t doing it for profit. His father had never once cut his
funding….she knew he was instead doing it for the sheer thrill of it. Building
his reputation among the stupid club kids and hoods that frequented the nightclubs
that he constantly lived in. He was doing this only to show that he was “cool”,
and maybe use his new “dangerous” reputation to subdue a few more models or
keep his status as VIP in the newer clubs.
Unfortunately for him,
Supergirl didn’t care, no one was above the law and all she could see was a
thief…...