Wonder Woman: Order of Daemon

D.M.A. Headquarters 20:18

The lights are dimmed in the small office, the view at the end is graced by the beautiful cityscape filled with thousands of small squares representing lights.

Soft clicking on the keyboard fills the room, gentle sighs from a woman sitting behind her computer as she runs her hand though her long dark curly hair.

She takes off her glasses rubbing her face, she looks tired, it's been a long week since she got the assignment to find the leak within the agency but all the clues so far turned out to be a dead end.

The woman is Diana Prince, an agent of the D.M.A. (Department of Metahuman Affairs) which is a branch of D.E.O. (Department of Extranormal Operations) an agency that specialize in monitoring superhuman activities and preventing a threat to the public.

She is interrupted by a knock on the door, a voice calls out to her from the other end of the room.

''Come in'' Diana calls out putting her glasses back on, she leans back in her chair.

The silhouette emerges from the darkness becoming more apparent, a man stands before her smoking a cigar. He exhales smoke as the stench fills the room, the thick smog of the cigar makes Diana cough, looking at him she finally speaks.

''How many times do I have to ask you not to smoke in here?'' She asks the man standing before her.

''Too many times but never mind that, I just got some Intel on that case you were working on, we found a location of the supposed meeting between our snitch and some shady characters'' He replies, somewhat ignoring her previous statement, he continues smoking his cigar.

She let's out a sigh of relief, waiting in anticipation, staring at him to drop a name or anything giving her a clue regarding the case. He puts a map on the table, tapping his finger on a specific location on the map.

''There! That's the spot, it's a club that opened last year and is located in the western part of Gotham. We can't risk exposing ourselves so this will be a solo mission. Under no circumstances are you to interfere, your mission is purely to investigate the matter at hand and then report back to us.'' He explains.

''We need to handle this with utmost discretion, you are prohibited from using lethal ****, I don't want to see Wonder Woman anywhere near that place, do you understand? Do not compromise your disguise under any circumstance'' He continues.

''They must not know we are onto them, you are to investigate and report to us when you see the snitch from the agency, they've been able to move around freely because someone from our agency has been giving them Intel about our operations...''

''Sarge, you have told me to investigate the matter at hand, but I still don't know what kind of people this ''snitch is involved with'' Diana interrupts.

''All we know of them is that it's an organization named Daemon, the organization was named after a super secret experiment from the government, classified information and all that jazz'' He explains, with the cigar clenched between his teeth.

''So, what do we know about the project?'' Diana asks.

''I was getting there, it's supposedly a bio-human weapon made using alien technology, all hush hush stuff. Well, I want the snitch found yesterday and I want them by the balls, we can't let this thing escalate'' He added

''First see if you come across anything or anyone suspicious''

''Anything suspicious in Gotham!? You're kidding right, this place is suspicion personified?'' She interrupts him unable to stop herself from bursting out in laughter.

''Yeah well, happy to amuse you. Now listen!''

''Find out where they meet and tape their conversation, a few photographs and be on your way back here, pronto''

She nods to him pushing her chair back and helps herself up, her skin tight suit curves around her body as if it was a part of it. She leans against the table next to him, with her hands resting on the table. Sarge Steel's eyes wander off, ogling at her body, before he quickly turns his attention back to her face.

''Enjoying the view sarge?'' Diana asks whispering.

''Let's focus on the mission!'' He quickly tries to divert her attention to something else, well aware that he is guilty as a fox in a den filled with dead chickens.

Even though Steel has seen it about a million times, he still can't help but stare at that well rounded ass but being her boss has prevented him from ever trying to get a piece of that.

''Oh one more thing, we can't have you running around in that uniform, it draws too much attention so I've arranged some clothes for you'' Steel says, throwing a bag on the table.

''Well do you mind...?'' Diana asks.

''What?'' Is Steel's confused reply.

She motions to the bag on the table, pointing her eyes towards the door.

''Oh yeah ehm...of course, you go right ahead. I'll be in my office, call me if anything happens.''

Steel walks out of the room closing the door behind him, the room falls silent once again. Diana pulls a dress from the bag, it is a red silk summer dress an expensive one at that too. ''He saved no expenses after all'' she thinks to herself.

Sliding down the zipper of her uniform to reveal her bare athletic back, Diana snakes one arm out of the uniform and then the other, as the uniform falls down to reveal her round breasts.

The skintight suit is designed to act as a substitute for a bra so she never needed to wear one, naturally she isn't wearing one at the moment either.

Her full breasts come in to view as she slides the uniform down her hips, she pulls her new dress over her shoulders dropping it down as she removes the rest of her uniform. Her sexy,round behind is barely covered by the dress.

Just one gust of wind could show a whole lot more then she probably should be showing, but she doesn't mind, she is pretty comfortable with her body to be worrying about such trivial things.

She takes a look down at her pink silk panties, there is a small ribbon on them just a little down from the top. Behind of the panties is more like a thong then anything.

She wonders whether she should keep them on, or spice up things a little bit more by taking them off.