A few months later

The door flies off its hinges in a shower of wood & metal, and Wonder Woman strides through the doorway. Her face grim, she looks around the small garage and loading dock. A smattering of trash and the smell of diesel hint at recent use, but the place is empty. She pauses to listen carefully, but the only sounds are the hiss of the air conditioning and the faint hum of cheap fluorescent lights.

She moves through the first floor, quickly but not running, throwing open the main doors to each office and glancing inside but not stopping to do a detailed search. She flies up the stairwell to repeat the process on the 2nd and 3rd floors, finding nothing but more trash.

Reaching the basement level, she kicks open a door marked "FACILITIES STAFF ONLY" to find a security office that has clearly been used recently. A cheap desk faces the opposite wall and a bank of security monitors. A small side table, an empty bookcase, and a storage locker complete the office furniture.

Wonder Woman opens the storage locker to find several pairs of handcuffs, leg irons, ropes, and other restraints. She picks up a ball gag and crushes it in her hand, her face dark.

"I'm sorry you just missed us, Wonder Woman," a man's voice fills the room. The Amazon spins around to see that the surveillance monitors have all turned on and are showing the same image of a large man in a featureless white mask. "But if you’d like to leave a message, no one will get back to you."

"I take it you're this self-styled Slave Driver I keep hearing about?" the heroine asks, hands on her hips and a sneer on her lips. "What have you done with the women you've abducted?”

"Oh they're right here with me," the man says as he steps to one side. Behind him several young women are sitting on a concrete floor, their hands chained to rings set in the wall above their heads. Most look like they're in their 20s, all attractive and dressed in little more than their underwear. A few are silently crying, but most of them just slump there dejectedly with 1000-yard stares. The light is dim, but it’s bright enough to see dirt, bruises, and cuts on several of them.

The camera pans around the room showing more girls, over a dozen in all. "See, they're all right here," the man says as he moves back into the frame. "Well, minus the ones that've already sold, of course."

"Vile fiend! Release them at once or face the wrath of an Amazon!" Wonder Woman snarls, her face red with rage.