Chapter One	Chapter Two	Chapter Three
Chapter Four	Chapter Five	Chapter Six
Chapter Seven	Chapter Eight	Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten	Chapter Eleven	Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen	Chapter Fourteen	Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen	Chapter Seventeen	Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen	Chapter Twenty	Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two	Chapter Twenty-Three	Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five	Chapter Twenty-Six	Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight	Chapter Twenty-Nine

There is a New Villainess in Town

Chapter Six

As she traveled on the ex-military C-130 Rebecca thought about her destination. When she had been presented with a series of securable ‘lairs’ one had drawn Rebecca’s heart instantly. It was the long abandoned New York City Hall station, but as the subway still used the track it was at first deemed unacceptable. She had looked at the old Chicklet building, but the gangs had pretty much turned it to rubble. Somehow, she didn’t know how but suspected, different locations were brought to her attention. Everything from Government bomb shelters built in the 1950's to abandoned delivery tunnels that ran through the city but Rebecca had kept coming back to that Subway station. It was beautiful, in fairly good repair and, if it could be legally sealed off from the main subway a perfect location. Those delivery tunnels had their own possibilities she thought, but were too open to be securable. She could use the old bomb shelters as red herrings and traps though.

She had sat silently listening as the committee, as she had come to refer to them, worked out how such a thing could be done.

“They still use it to turn the #6 train around.”

“One train, what’s the cost to maintain the place. I know they shelved plans for tours because of security reasons. Maybe we could us that against them.”

“Anyone on that committee on the take?” Laughter followed that.

“Other than the current overly religious Mayor and his wife, who in New York isn’t on the take in one manner or another.”

It went on for another hour, then one of the oldest men turned to his assistant. “Have Louis build up a fake terrorist plot. Find some really stupid fall guys for it and make up a plan. Something about them using the Number six as a bomb carrier for blowing up City Hall. That should be enough to start wheels turning. When that pops have Susan grease those wheels.” The middle aged man nodded his head in understanding, then vanished.

Less than a month later a bunch of idealistic and highly religious young Muslim’s were caught unloading barrels of what they believed were gunpowder. A plot to blow up City Hall to avenge the, to them, martyr Osama Bin Laden by using the #6 train as a massive bomb had been uncovered. The only fatality had apparently been the night train engineer (whom Rebecca learned later was quite alive and well and living in Alaska panning for gold under a new identity as had been his dream for years.) Within days it was decided to forever seal away the City Hall station. Huge reenforced concrete walls were built at both entrances, those beautiful stairs up to City Hall received their own six foot thick solid plug of concrete as did the two famous stairs from street level. It was a typical City Government knee-jerk reaction to a perceived threat that never was and it fit Rebecca’s needs perfectly. Forgotten by the city (because of carefully edited records) two minor maintenance tunnels to the station were left open.

Not that they were easy entrances as both were service tunnels barely one man wide. But unknown to the construction crews who sealed away City Hall Station the five old cars that had been abandoned within (cheaper to seal them in than repair them) were packed with everything the well rounded Super Villainess needed, except for Henchmen. Now she was headed there, supposable a special crew had set things up, made needed repairs to the structure, adding taps to City Halls communication, utility and main power lines. If everything had gone right (it never did she knew) they had left with the doors locked behind them and a massive rat/bug bomb going off.

When her flight landed in New York she eased herself into the special crate meant to hide her from view. She was putting her life into the hands of people she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. She was going to be entertainment to the city in a way that was humiliating. In another, exciting. All she had to do was keep the cities self styled Super Hero’s busy for ten years then get out alive. Rebecca wondered how many of the committee would still be alive by then. Thumps, bumps, a sliding feeling followed by the sound of a diesel engine. Her life support system was supposed to be good for two hours, just in case she needed to stretch that, she forced herself to go to sleep.