Let someone else handle it.

Glory Gal paused for a moment. According to the man, they had already had Kimberly for weeks. There was honestly not much they could do in a few hours that would be all that bad, considering they had weeks to do anything they wanted. With that justification firmly affixed in her head, she switched on her communicator.

"This is Glory Gal to control. The unsubs and their prisoner are loose in the building. Locate them. As for me, I require a new costume. Please come to my location with a new one and a cleanup squad. Over."

A mechanical voice responded with, "This is control to Glory Gal. Your requests are read and understood. Cleanup is being sent to your location. We'll have Atom search the building for the unsubs. Over and out."

The communicator clicked off and Glory gal settled down to wait. Soon, there was a sound, and a hovering ship passed through the forcefield and right in front of the window. Several muscular men who Glory Gal identified as cleanup jumped out. Glory Gal cursed. She wanted the costume first! And now the msuclebound jerks would see her naked!

The three guys walked through the shattered window with various cleanup implements, from disintegrators to special glue launchers which could stick anything to anything.