Young. Asian. Petite.

Lois Lane swallowed, wondering how much more specific she could be without arousing suspicion. Of the four missing women, Tonya Wong was the one that was easiest to describe. All the reporter had to do was play at being a lesbian with a touch of Yellow Fever, and maybe...

Oni-Mask paused as Lois Lane's words hung in the air...and then her head inclined slightly.

"How young?" she asked, an unexpected edge to her tone.

"Tw-twenties?" Lois said. "Like, college age, not..."

"We can accommodate that. Tiger will guide you." Oni-Mask said, voice suddenly bored, snapping her fingers for emphasis.

A slim black woman, lithe and stringy as a basketball player, stood up with languid grace. A wooden tiger-mask hid her features, long braids ran down to her ass. The long fingers of her hand closed about the reporter's wrist, and tugged the unresisting Lois Lane away from that main room, through a flap in the cloth walls, not a kind of hallway.

Lois frowned. Every wall was a sheet that billowed and moved, and red cloth hung over the lamps overhead, giving a ruddy glow. She wondered if this was another warehouse space, divided up by hanging sheets like a tent-city, or if...Lois Lane's imagination ran away with her for a moment, imagining herself in some mystic dimension. But no, that couldn't be it, this place felt too real, her heels clicked on hard cement, there was a heady smell of **** and sweat that hung over everything...

...and then a slash as something ripped through a billowing cloth "wall," and a furry feminine form launched itself, striking Tiger-Mask in the face. There was a sickening crunch of splintering wood and cartilage, and the lanky Black woman collapsed and lay still. Lois Lane watched dumbly as the tall Black woman collapsed, and then a hand—or paw—closed around the reporter's wrist, and Lois stared into a face familiar to her from newspaper accounts of supercriminals.

"Cheetah!" The reporter gasped.

"Lois Lane, I presume?" The tawny face broke into a smile that showed white fangs. "Come on. We don't have much time."