With a smug smile, Woner Woman opens the closet wide. In it, she finds the source of the noise, of course. ˝Colin Greer…I presume?˝, she asks quite politely at first, to which the confused and startled man nods slowly. ˝T-that is m-me…yes.˝ He is not only embarrassed because he’s been caught in something scandalous, but also, he is stunned by the looks of his savior. ˝It’s good to see the terrorists have not caught everyone. However, I’m curious…why do Earthly men seem so pompous and unrefined on the outside, but act like weaklings secretly?˝, Wonder Woman asks Colin directly, folding her arms as she expects an answer. Her face hides some of the confusion, but also growing contempt for men in general. ˝Weeelll…I’m not much of a man on the outside, either… I do not own guns, I don’t have good tolerance for alcohol…˝, Colin replied, blushing and smiling apologetically.

˝At least you’re honest. But also weak. Are you sure you like the contents of those videos on your computer? Follow me.˝, Diana says firmly, then turns around, while the confused scientist goes behind her, showing some clumsiness in getting around the desks. Once she came over to the knocked out grunt, she spoke again: ˝Watch.˝ Her tone of voice was sort of cold. Then, she picked the man up quite easily, holding him up above her head. Colin knew he wasn’t dealing with a human being, at that moment. Then suddenly, she tossed him up in the air, while flipping into a handstand. Her legs crossed, then quickly locked around the falling man. Still unconscious, he can only wheeze as the hold tightens. Diana feels pleasure from this. Her body heats up. Groaning from the thug only makes her body turn firmer, almost like stone. Her facial expression is a mixture of bliss and focus. Snap. A rib cracked. Wonder Woman moans loudly- she feels her nipples harden. This is it. Men are weak, powerless against women.

Colin freezes in shock at what he sees. To be fair- one part of him is moving. Growing. His trousers have a tent now. The man will be killed- he is almost certain of that. Even if murder is morally reprehensible, Colin is aroused for some reason. Female beauty united with strength and deadly intent. He moans. The heroine of Themyscira smirks. ˝Pervert…˝, she muttered, squeezing harder. Series of cracks can be hard, as the soldier wails, his eyes wide open.