Diana looked over her shoulder to the right. That man was still there watching her. She had noticed him earlier. He was standing by the gift shop and would every once in awhile walk over to the pay phone, place a call and then resume his spot. She was pretty sure... It was obvious though that whoever had taught him to tail somebody had skipped chapter one: "Be As Inconspicuous As Possible." She smiled to herself and looked at her watch.

I should have enough time, she thought.

Putting down the magazine and grabbing up her carry-on, Diana walked straight toward the guy as if she were going to approach him, but instead turned at the last minute and continued past. She noted movement behind her and allowed him to follow her until she came to a door marked "Airport Personnel Only". Glancing around to make sure no one other than her shadow was watching, she pushed the door to and stepped inside. It was a long hallway of offices and doors lining both sides. Waiting until she heard the second click of the door closing, alerting her that he was still back there, she took off running. Their foot falls resulted in a deafening echo.

Up ahead the hallway turned to the left and she was far enough ahead now. She swung around it and there was a brilliant flash of light...

When the stranger rounded the corner himself, he stood face to face with Wonder Woman! "Getting a little exercise, are we?" Wonder Woman asked Diana's pursuer.

She bound him with her golden lasso. "Let's play a little game. I like to call it 'truth or... truth! What is your interest in Diana Prince?" The man looked a little confused and his body tensed as he tried resisting the power of the lasso. Wonder Woman tugged it and it tightened around his arms.

"Is that her name? I was never given a name, just a picture and instructions to follow her and report back every fifteen minutes," he obediently responded.

"Report to whom? Who gave the instructions?"

"Mr. Torentino, I guess..." he began.

"Salvatore Torentino?" Wonder Woman interjected so there was no mistake.

"Y-yes. I get my orders through a different person and by a different means each time." She shook her head realizing that he knew only what he had to, to carry out his orders. Whatever he knew would be of little help to her. "I suppose then, that you have never actually seen or talked to Mr. Torentino and have no idea where I might find him..."

"No. I have never laid eyes on him. Not too many of us have." She thought for a moment and then made a decision. "Well, I wouldn't want to mess woth Mr. Torentino's plans, so this is what I want you to do: Continue to do exactly as you have been instructed. When I release you, you will not recall our encounter or that you followed Diana Prince here. Understand?" The man compliantly shook his head to the affirmative and remained as if frozen as Wonder Woman disappeared back into one of the vacant offices.

He came out of his stupor moments later and wondered where he was and how he had gotten there. A gruff voice from behind solved his problem.

Behind him stood a massive guard, arms crossed.

"Uh, can you show me the way to the can?"

Diana suppressed a giggle as she noticed the guard escorting her new friend back to the boarding gate. Joining the line of passengers now ready to board she saw him crane his neck to catch sight of her. She quickly averted her eyes to rest on the attendant checking tickets. When her turn came, she warmly smiled at the uniformed woman and made her way to the ramp.

Ten minutes later she was settled in her seat in first class remembering her past experiences on this type of air transport. She was still uneasy with someone else flying for her. The pilot's voice crackled through the cabin with a brief update on the weather and the approximate arrival time. Diana's shadow was a few rows behind her on the opposite side of the aisle and had managed a good spot from which to watch her.

So far, she had forced her thoughts away from the reason she was now heading to Washington. Oh, God, Steve... She could not do this now.

Focus on the person responsible. She bit her lip hard to stifle the tears welling up in her eyes and opened the manila folder in her lap. It contained every bit if information they had on file in LA on Salvatore Torentino. And it was very little. It would almost be like starting from scratch! Slowly, she formed a game plan based on the facts she and Steve had gathered and put them with recent updates contained in the information in the folder. Sightings, locations for possible hideouts, homicides that bore the family's calling card... What she needed was something substantial linking one of these things to Torentino's whereabouts. Tomorrow she go first to the IADC and then try several locations, one by one, to see what might turn up. It presented a very tedious challenge of possible dead ends and maybe weeks of searching.

But as always, she was confident that in the end, right always defeated wrong. Neither she, nor Wonder Woman would rest until then.