The people here ask questions

Once Kara exits the hallway through the door, she is let into an open room with a few men moving boxes. This room has some red lights like the hall from before, but some regular lights as well, giving the room a more normal appearance but with a reddish tinge. “Look what I found, boys!” the thug with the pistol pointed at her back calls, getting the attention of the men. The thugs turn their attention toward their colleague and the girl he brought into the room with interest, but before any can really react a middle aged man from across the room walks toward them, “where was she?”

“She only just got in boss, caught her before she found anything,” the thug with the gun pointed at her back tells him. The boss nods, “good...good...”

“What the hell is this place?” Kara asks, head held high, “what does this have to do with congressm—” The boss holds his hand up to make her go quiet, “now hold on there, four eyes,” he interrupts, “we caught you on private property breaking and entering, so we’re gonna have to call the cops.”

Kara immediately calls his bluff, “oh? And have them discover all I’ve found out about this place? I was hoping to save it all for the story, but if it can get me out of here...”

“So you’re a reporter.”

Kara nods, “I am, and so I ask again, what the hell is this place?”

The boss narrows his eyes, “so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

“Seems that way,” Kara tells him.

“Take off your clothes.”

Kara’s eyes go wide at that, “excuse me?” she asks, suddenly stunned at the order.

“Hard of hearing too, four eyes?” he asks rhetorically, “take off your clothes and hand over anything you got on you, or my man there will shoot you dead, got that?”

“But I—I can’t!” Kara insists.

“Alright, then shoot her.”

“No no wait!”

Just before the thug behind her pulled the trigger, turned around and held up her arms, “fine...fine.”

“Good girl, now glasses first, Miss...”

“Danvers, but please I can’t see a thing without my glasses!” she pleas.

“Danvers huh?” the boss repeats, “did I stutter?”

Kara takes a deep breath then removes her glasses.

“Say...you look kind of familiar...”

“Well I am a reporter...” Kara suggests.

“What paper?”

“Freelance,” she tells him.

“Eh whatever, now get to it, four eyes, we ain’t got all day.”

As the boss refers to the other men in the room she suddenly becomes very aware of their presence. They have now all completely stopped what they were doing and now watch her expectantly, with eager eyes.

“Well? We’re waiting!” The boss says again.

Kara sighs, and then grabs the hem of her sweater and begins to pull it up, and then over her head, revealing her bra clad 34D breasts.

“Damn, four eyes,” the boss exclaims suddenly, “can’t believe you would hide those under that big ugly sweater!”

“I’m sorry, but why am I doing this?”

“Checking for wires,” the boss tells her, “also because from the moment you walked in I wanted to see what you looked like naked, and I think my men deserve a good show. Ain’t that rights boys?”

His men cheer in response.

“Now get to it, pants next.”

Kara sighs, then begins to undo the buttons of her pants as she slips off her shoes. Then, she pulls the pants down to her ankles. As she does the thug behind her slaps her pantie clad ass so hard she stumbles and trips, causing the others to laugh at her expense.