You both get captured

You wake up with the worst headache you’ve ever had, trying to remember how much you drank last night. You’re face down on a desk and you wonder if somehow you passed out at work? No, you never drink on the job wtf…

With a rush it all comes back to you and you jerk upright in the chair – which doesn’t do your headache any favors. The bright lights don’t help either. Several blinks later you realize you’re sitting in a fancy leather office chair in front of an elegant oak conference table. The walls are smokey opaque glass. Even the carpet looks expensive.

So does the bitch sitting at the head of the table. Ms. Veronica Fucking Cale. Billionaire CEO of Cale Industries. Looking sharp in her grey tailored suit and skirt, slender legs crossed at the ankles, strawberry blond hair in a short cut framing a face that does not show her age. She’s no supermodel, but she’s fit and attractive in an aloof and well-quaffed sort of way. Her shoes definitely cost more than your car.

“Welcome back,” Ms. Cale says in a crisp voice without looking up from her tablet.

You look around the room and one of the goons from earlier is standing behind you. You wonder if he’s the one you wrestled with, but they all kinda looked the same. His posture says “alert because the boss is here but not expecting trouble.” You realize your wrists aren’t tied, that’s how afraid of you they’re not.

“You are full of surprises. I mean your military record is quite unremarkable, your criminal record is best described as petty. And your current profession certainly doesn’t scream Hero. Yet you managed to take down two of my apparently-not-the-best men, putting one in the hospital.” (The guy you shot presumably?) “All very chivalrous of you to leap to your girlfriend’s defense like that.”

“She’s hardly my girlfriend,” you drawl, for no particular reason other than a perverse desire to contradict her.

“Yes, she said the same thing.” She looks up at you with ice blue eyes, “In fact she had the most improbable story as to how you met. I’d love to hear you confirm it.”

You shrug, no particular reason to lie about it. “I tied her up, molested her, and blackmailed her into going out with me.”

Cale stares at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then her mouth curves into something vaguely resembling a smile, “Tell me you have pictures!”

Well that’s an unexpected reaction! “Uh no actually, sorry.” Damn it, why didn’t you think to take some pics!

She makes a pouty face, “Well that's disappointing, I would’ve loved to see that. Oh well, fortunately I don’t have to strain to imagine it.” She taps her tablet and one glass wall fades into transparency. Beyond it is a large room full of medical equipment and other mad science-looking gizmos. Everything is white, brightly lit, and sterile.

In the center of the room, Wonder Woman is strapped into something that looks like an exercise machine designed by a sadist. OK all exercise equipment is designed by sadists, but this one is way more explicit about it. Her limbs are strapped into the machine’s arms and pulled behind her as if there’s way too much weight for her, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out. The Amazon’s face is contorted with pain.

Standing beside the contraption are two women in lab coats, one studying readouts on a monitor, the other studying their patient/subject.

“A room with a view,” Cale says cheerfully. “What do you think?”

“Where are we?” you ask, stalling for time while your brain tries to catch up with the situation.

“On the threshold of an opportunity,” Cale says in a voice she must use to charm her Board of Directors into agreement. “My goals may be…different from yours, but I think there’s enough overlap for us to work together for our mutual benefit.”

You tear your gaze away from the tortured superheroine and back to the shark across the table from you. Her clear eyes sparkle as she meets your gaze.

“We’re going to get Wonder Woman drunk, shoot a sex tape, and then “leak” it online so everyone can see Little Miss Perfect Princess for the sloppy whore she truly is. Wanna help?”