Chapter 1: Madam President
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"Marine One clear for landing."
Kara stood stock-still on the edge of the landing pad as the aircraft's communication came crackling into her earpiece now that it was in range. Unlike the other agents positioned in advance of the president's arrival, she'd been listening closely to the beating of the blades for quite some time, now. Along with every sound in the building below. And the streets beyond.
She'd been here in National City for two days, now. She hadn't slept. She didn't need to. The polls had been predicted easily. The codenames had been assigned. And just like that - Kara Danvers was the head of the president's security detail. She was here for one reason and one reason alone.
"Halcyon has landed."
"Copy that. All clear. We'll take her from here, Marine One." Kara's voice came over their earpieces with steely confidence and firm resolve as her hands stayed clasped lightly just in front of her belt. She could draw her weapon before any possible threat would even be able to think to act. She was, under no circumstances, to blow her cover. No circumstance except one. And it was her job to prevent such a situation from ever happening. Her Kryptonian abilities were a failsafe and nothing more.
The thumping of the rotors was almost deafening - especially taking into consideration just how carefully Kara was listening. But it was over soon enough, and she turned as the residual wind tugged and pulled at the jacket of her suit. Her eyes scanned the rooftop behind the protection of the tinted lenses that hid them.
It was difficult not to smile when the door of the craft began to open and her charge finally came into view. Dressed impeccably in a black dress and an ankle-length burgundy pea coat with a high, upturned collar, complete with a little flag pinned to its lapel. She'd done it. She'd won. Kara had been with her - always on the outskirts - for most of her campaign. They'd never even spoken. They would now, of course...but Kara had followed her every move for six months, now - and she couldn't help the slight flutter of pride she felt in her chest.
This woman was brilliant. Daring. So competent and genuine that she'd won the hearts of an entire nation of people that desperately needed change. Change that Lena had always wanted to bring about. Change she'd dreamt of since she was a young girl.
But Kara had a job to do and her face was a mask of stoicism as the presidential liaison approached the woman currently pulling her jacket more tightly around herself against the chill of the air.
"Madam President."
President-Elect. Lena Luthor.
"Not quite." Lena reached out to take the liaison's hand in a firm grip as she smiled despite the ache in her cheeks and the fatigue she was hiding expertly behind her eyes.
"President-Elect, then. I think it's time you finally met your detail. Unofficially, of course. You'll have formal meetings after your speech this evening if you're up for it."
Lena was absolutely not up for it. But she sure was used to putting on a brave face by now. Then again, that hadn't really been an offer or a choice. It had just been...politely worded.
She made her rounds as she was introduced, for the first time, to the agents that would make up her personal detail for the duration of her presidency. One by one, she shook hands and offered grateful smiles until she was finally standing in front of Kara.
It was only then that Lena realized she'd seen this woman before. She'd seen this tall, clearly capable woman in the corners of rooms, at the ends of hallways, and even in her hotels.
The only difference was - this time - the sunglasses came off. And she got a name.
"This is Special Agent Kara Danvers. She'll be the one heading up your detail. You're in good hands, I assure you."
