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…...