Stay in the cheerleader's uniform and go undercover.

Shannon thought the best way to see where the kidnapped women were being taken was to actually get herself kidnapped. She figured that it wouldn't take too long if she wandered around the outskirts of the city in her skimpy cheerleader's uniform. As long as she had her power-necklace, she'd be able to break free once she reached their facility.

Her theory proved to be correct, though she wished she had seen the attack coming so it wouldn't have scared her quite as much. Not more than three minutes after she seductively walked down the sidewalk bordering the PrimaCorp warehouse was she suddenly yanked into a van that had pulled up next to her unnoticed. After a few seconds of token resistence, the undercover ranger passed out from chloroform fumes.

When Shannon regained control of her senses, she was in a dark and windowless room. There were four rows of women, the necks and wrists of each woman of each row chained together by a single long chain that was threaded through loops on the women's collars and wrist cuffs. Many of the women were crying.

'Now is my chance,' thought Shannon. 'Time to activate my... Oh no!' Feeling her neck, Shannon realized that her necklace was missing. The men that took her must have mistaken it for a regular piece of jewely and taken it to fill their wallets. Shannon gulped, realizing her horrible mistake.

Her entire plan had revolved around getting captured then powering up to free the other women, but how had she managed to make such a horrible oversight? These people are shameless thugs. Of course the first thing they would grab is the jewelry.

The captured ranger felt like a fool, and now she would be paying the price for her lack of forsight. As Shannon sat there on the verge of tears, the door to the women's prison flew open. Several **** women were carried into the room by a group of men. Shannon watched as they encircled their wrists and necks with bondage, and then ran the chain through the rings, creating a new row of slaves.

'Hmmm, I think I might be able to do something here...'