Bladder of Steel - Chapter 3
"Hank!... Hank?! Please tell me you're there?" Alex called on the frequency reserved explicitly for leaders in a crisis, there was a chance he couldn't make it to his talkie, that, or someone had gotten to him first. A thrill of worry shot up her spine, as she tucked the walkie talkie onto her belt using the built-in clip. She ran to the stairs, wanting to see if she could meet him halfway, but was quickly stopped by two men in what appeared to be full body armor. Their faces were hidden behind bulletproof glass visors. That didn't stop Alex from firing two rounds each at the men, aiming for the slightly less armored necks. As one of the bullets hit the man to the left, making him convulse, foam dripping from below his visor Alex backed up, having missed the man on the right. He advanced on her flashing his gun, Alex couldn't quite make out the make in this light, the lights flickering from whatever battle was going on upstairs. But if Alex knew one thing about big shiny guns like that, they were automatic, and they packed one hell of a punch.
Alex acted fast, as the man pointed the gun to her she slapped it away, scrapping her knuckles bloody on the muzzle of the weapon, her blood smearing across her pale skin. The gun knocked away for a few seconds, Alex went to kick the person hard in the stomach with a fan kick, not expecting to do any real damage but knowing a person in body armor felt clunky, hard to move unless they were highly trained. This person wasn't, in body armor at least, stumbling back a few feet, as Alex slammed her gun up behind the visor and shot three rounds, taking it away as the body convulsed before falling to the floor and laying oddly still.
Alex sprinted past the people on the ground, the office workers behind her recovering, they tied up the two thugs just in case, and began barricading themselves in, letting in a few that managed to escape the carnage or being captured up above them. Alex ran down the stairs, taking them three at a time, and stumbling frequently, but she didn't have time to worry about her own well being, the director had to be assumed killed, or disabled and she couldn't take the chance of him being used to open files whoever this was wanted.
Alex burst into a room a few floors above, thankfully, though suspiciously, she didn't seem to run into any armed guards. As she opened the door to what was supposed to be Hank's office, she heard a loud crack, and Hank slump to the floor, his form flickering from Martian back to human. Alex paused, seeing two men and a woman with ruby red hair, The man in a black suit turned and looked at her, a cocky smile on his lips as he gestured to the fallen director, who seemed to be breathing, though his head wound looked serious if not tended to immediately.
"My my you must be the fabled sister to the flying nuisance up above, taking out the throwaways as we speak, tiring herself out for the real main event." As he spoke, Black patted the crimson curls of the petite woman standing next to him. Who stood unflinchingly beside him as the floors rumbled above them almost closer, alarmingly so. Alex stood her ground, and pointed her gun directly at the woman, she knew a thing or two about not judging a book by it's cover, her sister a prime example of that, the man in the white suit didn't seem to flinch as the brunette stood there motionless instead he asked her a simple question. His voice tinged with a condescending equanimity.
"I wouldn't bother with the peashooter miss. You won't need it, though maybe you will with the loss of your star player." Black chuckled at his companion's words, and tapped the red head's shoulder, walking out past Emily, they brushed shoulders with Alex, who tensed despite her attempts to seem like none of this phased her. She pointed the gun between White's eyes, and murmured, her voice audible from the quaking above them, Supergirl wasn't causing those tremors if anything those monsters were setting off charged bombs... a distraction? If their plan was to kidnap her baby sister they had another thing coming!! "Why do you want her DNA?! You can't replicate Kryptonians in our atmosphere, you know that... what's your real game here?" She demanded, her voice strong and unwavering though her worry was growing as the tremors suddenly stopped, leaving the building with a silence that was unnerving to her core. They stared each other down, while White decided if it is worth it to anger their captive by the murder of her sister... no, probably not, they didn't want to give her the chance to tap into some previously unknown reserve of strength over a dead sibling. White stepped forward, and Alex took a shot, then another... and another, and he didn't even flinch, was he unhuman?! Alex backed up and tried to kick him, and when that didn't work she tried to punch him. He simply chuckled in her face, his hand grabbed her by the throat and she started to choke, being lifted into the air, Alex struggled for her life, clawing at his hand and knuckles, barely leaving a dent in his skin let alone a scratch. The man grew bored with her display of helplessness and threw her into the corner beside Hank's limp form, Alex held her now bruised throat, coughing as she watched the man walk through the doorway the door closed and she heard a lock click. Alex felt her eyes tear up, as strong as her sister was these men had the air of trained killers about them, Kara was just a girl with no training despite all her brute strength what if she lost? What if they got her baby sister? Her vision blurred even more as her cracked strained voice whispered, almost like a warning she would never hear.
"Kara..." Alex tried to be strong in that moment and turned over weakly onto her side, dots dancing before her eyes as she turned Hank on his back. She felt for a pulse and felt one, weak and flighty but it was there. Alex stood on rattled feet and moved to the door but it was locked, the building now eerily quiet, she could almost hear how fast her heart was going. She tried to power through it, rifling through Hank's desk she pulled out a first aid kit he kept there, usually just for minor paper cuts he sustained, it wasn't meant for heavy duty things like fixing a bloody gash in someone's head but this was all she had, it might even help him to wake up eventually if she was lucky.
As Alex cleaned away the blood and stitched up his gash as best as she could, she felt the need to pee, she had barely noticed it before given all the excitement and panic brought about by the attack. She tried to ignore it, pressing her thighs together as she pressed a few bandages over the stitches, laying him on his back with his feet raised a bit, so blood could more easily flow to his head where he just lost a lot. She hoped this would make him wake up a bit sooner, she really couldn't even imagine what would happen if Hank died. He had already helped the DEO do so many great things. She tried to push those thoughts from her head, but it only brought about her thinking about just how much she had to pee.