Diana pretended to be interested in the McCall's she was flipping through while waiting for her flight to be called. The magazine was all about the royal wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Di in April. She barely saw the picture and the words were a blur. Besides, how could anyone be interested in another's wedded bliss with the news she just received? She was reeling still from the shock of it all.

Steve's jeep engulfed in flames. Where was his body?

She shook the thoughts from her head. She looked at her watch, frustrated by how long it was taking. She could have been there by now on her invisible jet, had not Dale insisted on knowing the ins and outs of her travel plans. From the very start, her had wanted around the clock protection for her while she ėlaid low' for awhile. But very soon he came to the conclusion that he was fighting a losing battle. He knew how Diana could get when she made up her mind. And realizing too, that this involved someone very close to Diana, he gave in. Rather touchingly, he had patted her on the arm before she left and said, "I can't afford to lose an agent like you. Please come back safe." She knew thought that he was more concerned about her welfare as a friend than losing a valuable agent.

Sitting her had given her more time to think as if she needed that! She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do or how she would proceed.

All she was certain of was that she was scared. The anger that had welled up inside of her had genuinely frightened her. She supposed it was the kind of anger associated with a mother protecting her children and knowing there was someone out there responsible for harming one of them. One of her co-workers had lost her husband and daughter in a car accident involving a drunk driver. Diana had been surprised that this ordinarily meek and gentle woman could have so much rage inside of her. But now she understood.

When you love someone and that person is taken away, and with such finality, you wanted revenge.

It was still unbelievable to her that Salvatore Torentino would hold them responsible.

Her mind drifted to the day she sat in her townhouse looking at her heavily made up face in the mirror. She had completed her transition from IADC agent Diana Prince to strung out party girl Carrie Donner in a matter of minutes. Dressed in a tiny red dress with spaghetti straps and red shoes with heels so high she feared walking in them, she grimaced at her reflection. She checked her lipstick one last time and unsteadily walked to the door picking up her purse along the way.

A rental car was waiting for her at the curb as she was told it would be and the keys... yes here they were, would be under the mat. "Carrie" sat with the car running for about five minutes trying to compose herself for the task ahead. This was the biggest risk she had ever taken since she started at the IADC. Going undercover was never easy, but this was just downright dangerous.

When Steve and herself had been called in to head up this investigation in cooperation with the FBI, it was the first time she had ever had any dealings or contact with a mob organization. And then to find out that there were so many of them scattered all over the countries! The Torentino family was considered the largest with operations on both coasts but based on the east. The feds had been keeping their eye on some of its key members, but so far had not been able to catch them in anything. That was where the IADC would come in. Their agents were more qualified and experienced with the time of undercover investigation this case would require. Their goal: to catch them in something, anything illegal. The results of their dealings were plentiful but evidence tying them to it was not. They were regarded as the slickest criminals the government or any law enforcement agency had ever seen. They never left a trace.

But that was before Diana and Steve had stumbled upon the fact that Salvatore's son, Gino, had one very dangerous weakness: beautiful women. And when he met Carrie Donner it had been all over.

Finding out all of Gino's haunts was amazingly simple. He was a notorious playboy, so anyone into the club scene would know where to find him.

His favorite was the Aquatic Room, a swanky discotheque of sorts that pandered to his need for controlled substances. And Carrie just happened to frequent the same club...

She went home with him the first night, managed to gain his trust and was able to string him along just long enough by playing hard to get.

Learning little things here and there, the whole case hinged on what would happen tonight. Tonight she would lay it on the line and whatever happened, happened. She was tired of this charade and wanted to end it.

"Carrie" arrived at the door of Gino's condo about twenty minutes late.

In keeping with the part she was playing, that of an irresponsible drug addict, she had consistently been late for every rendezvous with him.

Gino greeted her at the door wearing a blue silk robe over matching pants and in his bare feet. In one hand was a dry martini glass, olive still on the bottom and with the other hand he pulled her to him forcefully. His breath was strong as he whispered to her, "You look beautiful." He was already drunk. This might be easier than she had expected.

Diana wiggled free and commented on the fact that he had started the celebration without her.

"If truth were known, my darling, it started this morning around ten at the club..." And he laughed at his little attempt at humor. It killed her but Carrie laughed along disgusted with herself that she was here, dressed like a whore and having no idea what she might have to do to extract the information she needed. Gino had invited her over tonight for what he called a quiet romantic dinner, just the two of them. Her assessment of him as a person led her to believe he was expecting a little more than the typical dinner. This was actually only the second time she'd been up to his place and put into what could be a compromising situation. The first time, again he had been so drunk, he wouldn't have remembered if they'd done anything or not. Of course, she had led him to believe they had to ensure he kept inviting her back.

She took his hands and led him to the leather sofa. Coyly, she played with his hair as she said in the silly voice she had adopted for the role, "It just occurred to me that we haven't had much of an opportunity to just, well... talk." She pulled away to so that she was able to stretch out with her head in his lap and looked up at him, waiting for him to speak.

"You have such a fascinating life, meeting all kinds of interesting people and practically running you dad's business for him and all. Tell me more."

"Why do you want to talk when there are so many other interesting things we could do?" He nodded over to the coffee table to some assorted drug paraphernalia beside two straight lines of white powder.

Her body tensed. "Oh, you know what? I'm just not in the mood tonight.

But I will have a drink!" When he seemed to buy it and got up to fix her a drink, she heaved a sigh of relief.

"Martini, alright?" he called.

"Fine. You know how I like it right? No olive?" She played along.

Diana was called to the present by an announcement alerting them that there was going to be a further delay in boarding. Great! Her thoughts went back to that night.

It wasn't until Gino had had his fifth drink that he finally relaxed and let his guard down. And the information started flowing out in bits and pieces. Some of what he said was coherent, some not. But Carrie paid close attention to every word and mentally jotted down everything she thought to be important. Then he started rambling on about some deserted warehouse and guns and finally after some coaching told her where it was.

There was a sound behind them. The pair who had been lounging comfortably on the sofa jumped up to see the front door break free of its hinges and fall to the tiled floor with a loud thud. In the doorway and overflowing into the outside hall stood about six or eight men with enough automatic weaponry to blow up a small town it seemed.

"What are you doing, Gino?" one of them asked accusingly.

Either too stunned or too drunk to move, Gino stood paralyzed and didn't answer. Carrie looked around her. Immediately to her right was a powder room. She had to somehow make it...

Just then Gino came out of his daze and started toward the men blubbering excuses and apologies, creating enough of a diversion for her to make it to the bathroom and change. The door was reduced to splinters by a barrage of gunfire. When the smoke cleared there stood Wonder Woman waiting with her lasso in hand...

Diana recalled that she had not been able to get very much out of the two and the rest had already taken off with Gino. Salvatore Torentino had bugged his son's condo and had had him followed around the clock upon finding out that he had taken an interest in Carrie. He was aware of his son's little flaw and was trying to ensure that he didn't allow his lips didn't flap too much.

When she checked in it was decided that after depositing Gino with his father, no doubt, the other guys would immediately head to the warehouse to get it cleared out before anyone could get there. So that would be their first stop. Out of respect they reported in to the feds the information they had obtained and they were the first to arrive on the scene. The facts of what occurred between that time and when Diana and Steve finally got there are still sketchy at best. But the bloody mess they found when they stepped inside the warehouse told it's own story.

The statement given was as follows: Arriving on the scene, several armed men along with Gino (it was never discovered what Gino was still doing with the others) were carting something from a meat locker to a waiting truck.

This they could ascertain from their vantage point at a window on the backside of the building. It was discovered later that the load was a literal stockpile of weapons of all varieties. The FBI surrounded the building, warned they were moving in and stormed the place. Its occupants though were ready and waiting. They opened fire first, the feds returned and in the ensuing exchange, Gino along with two of his group and three agents were killed.

And all this time Salvatore had been blaming them and they had not even been there at the time.