I don't know why, but Lucille's character (or at least my concept of it) is very compelling. She's a ding-bat criminal scientist (and her sister Nell) and she get's thrown in prison for attempted murder/stealing Superman's powers. And she gets the chance to be a hero.

 A fan fiction story revolving around the world of "Lois & Clark: The New Adventures".  No infringement of ownership is meant. It is just for fun.

Lucille Gretchen looked across the complex of buildings that was Langley Air Force Base. She stood in front of the non-descript office complex that she was walking into. A sudden snowstorm had blown in and dumped about three inches of snow. But it felt only a little 'brisk' to her. Is this what it felt like to be 'Superman' all the time? Untouchable and untouched. She shook her head to clear the disconcerting thoughts.

Her sister just looked around, quite pleased even if she were bundled in several layers up for the biting cold.

General George Winston III, the general in charge of her, waved at her to enter. He and his two security guards followed a moment later. "So, Mrs. Gretchen? Do you feel that we have solved the laser transfer device to your specification?"

Lucille opened her mouth but snapped it shut. He was talking to the other Gretchen here.

Nell Gretchen gushed happily on the device. "It should match Lucille's original design quite easily. Once we've tested it a bit, I'm sure that we can modify it a bit. She's quite the genius at theoretical laser physics."

"Good. This goes a long way for you two to pay back your debt to society." General Winston took the required time to pass security with the two felons. Soon a very heavily armored elevator led them to the chamber deep within the ground.

"I'm sure you remember Sergeant Miles? He is the test candidate for the full test we are doing today."

Lucille nodded. A bright fellow, if a little surly. From Georgia, if she remembered correctly. She tried not to frown at Nell's blabbering about the specifics of the Red Kryptonite Laser System (now dubbed the RKLS) that was pointed at the center of the room. Several technicians were at the control console built behind the laser.

She noted that Nell and General Winston wandered over to the technicians.

"Mrs. Gretchen?" a voice asked.

"Please, just call me Lucille. Are we ready?" The blonde turned towards the laser. That laser might even be able to singe her, she ruminated to herself. Not that it needed to be that powerful, she reminded herself.

"If you will just put you hands on his shoulders, we can begin."

General Winston nodded encouragingly. He had the natural born aura of a great leader. "We'll succeed this time for sure!"

"Okay, sergeant. Time to earn our paychecks." Lucille put her hands on his wide shoulders.

As the laser started to whine, he just replied in a carefully controlled whisper, "I'm sure the general thinks you're a good little whore too."

The criminal scientist blanched at that and then her face turned red in anger. "Why you-"

The laser suddenly fired, before she could let go. She felt all of her strength suddenly wane. It worked! It really worked! Finally, it worked!

"Party time," Miles whispered with a mean and very evil smile. He turned towards General Winston and then suddenly ran at the two MPs guarding the door to the armored elevator. Before anyone could blink, he smashed both of them to broken pulp. The general just started to shout as Miles ran behind him, picked up one technician, and threw him at the other two remaining technicians. Nell shrieked as she dove beneath the control console.

"Sergeant Miles, what the hell do you think you are doing?" General Winston shouted.

"I'm killing all of you and then stealing this device. In ten years, I'll rule the world. Or maybe I'll just buy it," Michael Miles almost shouted in glee. "I'll be a king with the power of Superman!"

"Classic inferiority complex." Lucille sniffed disdainfully.

Miles stomped right over to her. "What was that, bitch?" He grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up. "I could wring your neck, you know. Just like a chicken back home on the farm. Except more fun."

Nell gasped even as she looked down at the controls. Her sister was about to be killed. But what to do? There wasn't enough energy in the capacitors to fire it again. At least not like they just had done. Very quietly, she adjusted several controls. Maybe a really short pulse could knock the power back into Lucille again.

The laser fired again, even as Miles started to turn around. It was only a quick pulse that flared yellow, but it seemed to have some effect on him.

General Winston wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He pulled his concealed nine-millimeter berretta from his shoulder holster and fired six shots into the traitor.

Miles stared at his chest mutely in shock. Then he started to laugh. "Whatever that hag back there just did, it didn't work." With a blindingly fast throw, he hurtled Lucille into the laser, smashing it and most likely killing her. Sparks and electricity jumped across the device.

He grinned as he turned back to General Winston. "You can call me Adversary, now. As a matter of fact, it is going to be the last thing you ever say," the sergeant said as he walked over towards the defiant general.

"I'd rather die, than do anything a traitorous scum like you orders." General Winston spat in Miles face.

"I'll never understand you humans!" Lucille stood while easily lifting the broken laser cannon. "You're disregard for intelligent life is truly repugnant. But my people aren't much better. But at least I thought Americans were better than that."

Mike Miles just looked at her stupidly. "What the hell are you talking about, Lucille?"

Winston slowly started to carefully reach for a small container in the ammo clip of his holster.

"Lucille is only the name I go by for human convenience. You can call me by my true name, Cil-An." Her very bearing seemed inhuman. "You should know that I came to Earth from the Kryptonian Colonies to escape their stifling dictatorship." The red kryptonite from the cannon backlit her features.

Miles stepped away. "Shit. I smashed the cannon and she still has her powers." He disappeared in a blur out a door on the other side of the room.

"General George Winston III, are you all right? I feared for your safety." 'Cil-An' as she walked up. "You should call for medical assistance. Only I am capable of dealing with this super-human monster that our agreement has unleashed."

"You are not going anywhere. We have an agreement that you are in the custody of the US Airforce-"

"I won't let him get away with this. He's killed three people here. Krypton's ashes cry out for vengeance!" She smiled at him. "But I will  stand by your government, even as we agreed. You have my oath of loyalty." She disappeared in a flash, out the same door.

General Winston muttered some very unpleasant epitaphs. The President was going to have his head on a platter for this. He quickly ran to the elevator and started calling for help for him and for the country.

Adversary floated in front of an armored bunker that was almost invisible from off the base.

Two MPs looked at the floating man. "That don't look like Superman, Billy."

Billy just licked his lips. "He might be one of the Invaders-"

He was cut off as Miles shoved his arm right through his chest. Adversary just turned and grinned at the first soldier. This was so much better than terrorizing people at bars or whores in back alleys. "You're next, kid."

His smile disappeared as a figure appeared out of superspeed. "You won't hurt another soldier, Adversary. So swears Cil-An."

The 'Kryptonian' had taken a moment to find more combat appropriate apparel. He just snickered at how odd she looked in combat fatigues and boots.

"You really are delusional. But I've got more important things to do than deal with a two bit crook." Miles blurred into the air, but he was quickly followed by the woman. She actually seemed a little slower than but started gaining.

Behind them, Allen Scott just shook his head. "That's one heck of a GI Jane. Damn, Billy. You weren't supposed to die on me. We were going to see the world." He shook himself out of his shock. He pulled out his radio and called the Com-Net. "This is Tango-Delta-Bravo-Romeo-Sierra-Two-Niner. I have a Condition Albatross. Repeat I have a Condition Albatross. Two super-humans are breaking into Nuclear Bunker Foxtrot-Delta-Four. Again, this is Tango-Delta-Bravo-Romeo-Sierra-Two-Niner. I have a Condition Albatross. Two super-humans are breaking into Nuclear Bunker Foxtrot-Delta-Four."

The armored metal door caved in as he smashed right through it. But it slowed him down enough for Cil-An to catch up.

Langley Air Force Base , U.S. military installation, Hampton city, SE Va., 4 mi/6.4 km N of downtown Hampton; on Back R. estuary, arm of Chesapeake Bay. Covers 3,195 acres/1,293 ha. Named for aviation pioneer Samuel P. Langley. Oldest continuously active air force base in U.S.; hq. of Tactical Air Command; air-defense missile units. NASA Langley Research Center. Est.1916.