Another Happy Landing

M'gann was at the beach in her human form as Megan Wheeler, wandering to and fro in a yellow swimsuit and flip-flop shoes, and a blue towel around her waist as a skirt. Suddenly, an explosion sounded out of nowhere, and a small plane was in trouble ! Onlookers gasped and started to panic, the tension escalating. The plane was struggling to keep aloft, and was going to crash into a tall building of apartments.

(music; www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeOHv3mVQjk )

M'gann ducked into a photo booth, drew the curtain, and then phased out of the back of it as the green skinned Miss Martian ! She then leaped into the air, and flew after the trail of smoke. She saw a flying dragon-like figure also following after the plane. She saw that he launched two little missiles of fire at the plane, one hitting the wing and charring it off near the body, and the other obliterating an engine, mounted on the tail. Lofting a brow like Spock, she resolved to deal with this.... Villain, later.

Flying next to the planes cockpit, matching speed, she waved to the pilots inside, smiling cutely. After they waved back, thoroughly confused, Megan flew under the jet, grabbed the underside, and then slowed it down, to the point that she held it in midair. She hoped that Mr Dark and Medieval didnt take to messing with her, as she gently lowered the now-stopped plane into a larger parking lot, out of the way of any cars. Carefully setting it down, the landing gear wheels lowered, and she parked the damaged plane. Dozens of people witnessed it, and recorded it with their cellphones. 

Floating around to the blown-open door of the plane, she was about to ask if they were ok, when the last two in the plane, the pilots, barreled out of the door, hit the tarmac, and then sprinted like men possessed. 

That's when M'gann saw Mr Dark and Medieval. She stared him down, even though she was looking up at him, and telepathically spoke while pointing at him. ~You.~ The implication of just the one word was pretty clear; She had a bone to pick with him. Following the direction of Miss Martian's finger pointing, the gawpers with cellphones pointed them at Dragon, then back at Miss Martian, and then back at Dragon again. 

As the earth phrase went; It was On, like Donkey Kong.

"YOU IDIOT!"

Miss Martian was.... Taken aback, to say the least. Lifting her eyebrows indignantly, she was about to retort, when he continued yelling at her. "That thing is loaded with explosives!" "I don't know if they're timed or not, but I need to get this plane away from civilization, and either detonate it where it won't hurt anyone, or defuse the bombs! Whether you're here to help, or if you're with the Barbos Syndicate, either help me or move! If you try to stop me, I won't have any choice but to fight back."

With that, he would make his way toward the plane again, and bring his arms under it best he could to try to lift it. Relenting from her previous assumptions, she spoke briefly.  "My apologies. Your outfit is ... Implicative." M'gann then got ahold of the plane, opposite of him, and hoisted it as well. 

With two of them now working together, the bombed plane instantly hoisted into the air like it was a sheet of paper plane. "Shall we take it out to the sea ?" she asked/ suggested.

Any onlookers who were still in the area, would no doubt get really good footage of them now cooperating.

(cue super theme again, at time index 1:11 )

"While it would be a shame for debris to fall into the sea, we may be able to blast the debris into nothing if we're quick. Provided you have something to do so with. If not, just leave that part to me." he said

Mgann replied "Yes, i can help with the pieces." she said, continuing to help carrying the bombed plane, which was now skittering in air to the coastline, over some green cliffs and shoals. Also down below was some surfers, down on the small patch of beach. Almost immediately, afew of them whipped out their phone and took pictures and video. M'gann wanted to wave at them, but, she was busy with the plane, and could not. 

Suddenly, there was a muffled beeping from within the plane ! It Was Going To Detonate !

It exploded, shattering the plane into a thousand pieces, and even producing a small shockwave, which then formed a very small mushroom cloud in the air. M'gann had only enough time to go intangible, ironically bracing her arms in front of her. 

“Sorry for yelling.” He said. He didn’t bother to try to make excuses. Apparently, he was very terse and to the point. Businesslike. "Just another happy landing." Megan said ironically, smiling at her little joke, and psionically squeezed afew of the smaller handfuls of debris down into pebbles. "So .... I'm Miss Martian" she said, introducing herself to Mr Dark and Medieval and holding out a hand to shake. Nearby, the pebbles continued to levitate and orbit around the two superheroes, thanks to Megan's martian psionic powers. If she didn't keep them, she would probably put them into some form of trash or recycling. 

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"So, what's next? Any idea where our criminals might have gone?" he said. Doing a Spock eyebrow and a devious smile, M'gann said "We should go back to the parking lot, where they ran off from." and began to fly back to the island. 

By the time they got back to the parking lot, people were still milling about, not yet having gone back to their normal activities. Megan landed on a fancy brickwork wall-planter, and sat down on it, lotus-meditation style, and put two fingers in front of her face, nearly touching her forehead, and then closed her eyes. 



"Were you followed ?" said a fancy suited british man, his craggy face displaying a calm sense of savagery. This was Baron Lucius Cohen (played by brosnan bond ?), officially traced of british lower royal descent, who had a flair for the subtly dramatic, and fancied himself, as the song says, 'a man of wealth and taste'. He had degrees in economics, psychology, anatomy, and various forms of national and international Law. Unlike his peers in crime, he also has british special forces training and experience. In his younger days, this allowed him to be a damn fine hitman for his bosses, at the time. He was a well-heeled classic lawful monster, who used his knowledge to enact and arrange bad things, and then circumvent all kinds of enforcement agencies, the world over.

Now, he was a major player in the Barbados syndicate. True, some still hated him for being originally non-local, but unlike his predecessors, he got (and kept getting) results, either via new tactics using existing personnel, or personally, using his own skills.

One of the two guys in front of him, replied. "No Boss, we gave them the twist so hard, that nobody coulda kept a bead on us. No cops, and no capes." 

Turning to the other minion, he eyeballed first one, then the other, and then back to the first guy who spoke. "Good." and with that, he turned and dismissed them with a hand gesture. Still, even so, he couldn't help but feel that .... Something, was afoot. 

Drawing her mind back to herself, M'gann opened her eyes, and said "I know where they are. Follow Me." and she hopped off of the brick wall, and flew off towards a smaller business district area of the island city. 

Quirking a brow, he couldn't help but ask. "How?" He inquired as he would quickly take off after her. 

Turning around in midair, and flying backwards, Miss Martian looked at Blue Dragon, made a sort of flourished gesture of putting two fingertips of one hand to her temple, and mind-spoke to Blue Dragon again. ~Kinda like this, and kinda like that~ The effect was comparable to her whispering into one ear, and then the other, but there was no 'sound' for his eardrums to hear. Megan smiled at his reaction, before turning back to fly normally. In no time at all, they were approaching the office building where the bad guys were. 

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The lackeys that had been in the plane, burst into the room. "Boss, i donno how they did it, but the dragon got a green sidekick, and now they're outside!"  Baron Cohen was .... Disappointed. Everyone else scrambled to load their guns and scamper for their various firing positions. Baron Cohen, however, took out a small recorder from his pocket, and standing next to him, pressed a button. The lakeyes words from earlier played * "No Boss, we gave them the twist so hard, that nobody coulda kept a bead on us. No cops, and no capes." The lackey looked nervous, as Baron Cohen spoke quietly, shifting behind the minion. "A fitting irony to your demise." and took hold of his head and neck, and twisted, hard. There was a wet crunchy sound, as the lackeys head twisted all the way around, dying eyes seeing the fading image of Blue Dragon and Miss martian out the windows. "Try not to be so incompetent, in your next life." Cohen said, as the body stood for a second or two more.

~thump~ the body fell, and Baron Cohen turned away, looking at the rest of his men. "Open Fire."

~

Windows were hammered out, and gunfire opened up on the two superheroes. Miss Martian merely put up angled force fields in front of herself, causing most of the bullets to ricochet back to them who fired bullets at her. 

The bullets kept firing, and being ricocheted right back off of the force fields, hitting the walls and windows of the building that the Syndicate was in. After the badguys in the building realized that they were getting nowhere with just guns and rifles, a conical green thing popped out. Megan looked at the funny thing, but then it launched at her. A Missile ! They Were firing Bazooka's and such at her !

She deftly hovered out of the way of the first few missile shots, but then two of them looped around, homing in on her. Miss Martian turned intangible again, and the missile passed through her, and chugged right into the building it was fired from. The warhead impacted onto the bricking of the building, and it blew out the room. 

The wall of the room now blown out and on fire, she flew into the building to help the people who basically blew themselves up, in trying to blow her up. Peeking into the destroyed room, she was fearing the worst, but saw no dead bodies. Whoever was in here, probably got out by the skin of their teeth, as the earth-phrase goes.