When the room finally stopped spinning and things came into focus, Diana was able to survey her surroundings and assumed from what she saw that she was still in the warehouse somewhere. A utility closet maybe? The room was average size approximately eight by twelve feet. There were crates and pallets stacked against the wall opposite her about head high and there were cobwebs and dust everywhere.

How long had she been here, she wondered? She went to pull her arm around from behind her to check her watch, but realized that her hands were tied. Her body's overall numbness accounted for her not feeling until now the rope that was digging into her skin. She tried for awhile to move her arms up and down to loosen the knots but eventually gave up. She just didn't have the strength and her muscles didn't want to cooperate. Of the many times she had been chloroformed, she never remembered feeling this bad. Had they given her something else?

There was a slight humming coming from somewhere, the refrigeration system probably. Other than that, there were no sounds to be heard. No movement, no faint murmurings from another room. She was on the floor, propped up in the corner. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the wall and retraced her steps. She recalled finding the unlocked door, which was odd. Duvelli always kept the door in the store that led to the warehouse locked. Why we he leave the door unlocked. The events that followed only led her to believe that it had been left purposefully for her to find. It was almost as if they had known she would come and had been waiting for her. Had Duvelli known the entire time who she really was? Or had he been expecting another ėdelivery' and she had simply walked in on it?

After she had stepped in, she had been grabbed and the cloth had been put up to her face. Before she passed out she distinctly heard a man's voice, but couldn't recollect what had been said. And she never heard an answer. Maybe it would come back to her if she didn't think about it too hard.

A door opened and closed not too far away and Diana instantly became alert as the sound of approaching footsteps became louder and closer. Her door was unlocked and the door swung open.

There framed in the doorway was Mr. Duvelli in a dark suit and tie. All cleaned up, he was rather distinguished-looking. But the look on his face was mocking and scornful.

"So, Ms. Prince, did you did what you were looking for?" His mouth widened into a satisfied grin.

Diana didn't answer but continued to stare him straight in the eyes.

"You have nothing to say for yourself, no excuse as to why you were snooping around my store and breaking and entering in my warehouse? Come now, you are beginning to disappoint me Diana!" His look turned sinister and Diana began feeling very uncomfortable. She had seen that look of hatred and vengeance before and she knew the terrible things that resulted from the mixture. What she didn't understand though, is why they were directed at her.

"I think you know exactly why I was here. I'm looking for a friend and I believe you had something to do with his disappearance."

Duvelli chuckled. "Oh, you must mean Steven Trevor. Yes. It's been quite awhile since you have seen each other, am I correct? Well, I'm very sorry I was not able to arrange a little reunion for the two of you, because I'm afraid..." He stopped and Diana knew it was purposeful. He wanted to see if he could string her along emotionally. And no matter how hard she tried she was not able to control herself.

With tears streaming down her face, she asked chokingly, "He's really dead, isnėt he?"

Duvelli said nothing but continued to smile, enjoying his little game far too much.

Looking back on that moment Diana would never know how she collected the strength to make it to her feet and hurl her body at him the way she did. She did it with such force that Duvelli was knocked backwards against the stack of pallets. He let out a rough cry and slowly slid to the floor. Diana didn't wait to see the damage but bolted for the door, only to collide with a rather large man that seem to appear out of nowhere to block her exit. She had barely looked up into his face when he shoved her back into the corner where she had started.

Duvelli was trying his best to get himself up. When he did he came bounding toward Diana, grabbing her arm with his left hand and slapping her hard across the face with his right.

His voice was hoarse and his statement almost demonic. "You'll pay Diana Prince. You just don't know... I was having fun with my little game. I wanted you to feel loss the way I have, but I'm beginning to think that that's not good enough for you." He looked over at the other man, nodded and the man left the room.

What was going on? What was he going to do to her? She was prepared for almost anything other than what happened next. The big man appeared again dragging with him a limp body badly bruised and swollen as though they had been beaten severely and many times over. The body was thrown to the floor before Diana and Duvelli kicked it over to face Diana. And she saw the man's eyes as they fluttered open and then closed again.

It was Steve.

"Steve," cried Diana. She inched over to him the best she could wanting to be free of the ropes so that she could stroke his hair and try and ease his obvious pain. He had been hit in the face several times and there was dried blood around his mouth and a bad cut on his forehead.

"What have you done to him..? Why?" she screamed. Just the sight of him in this condition made her hurt inside, alleviated to only a small degree by the fact that he was alive. She now knew for sure... he was alive. She had to admit that she herself had begun to doubt that it could be so. But here he was. Alive... but for how long?

"Why, Ms. Prince, why? This is all apart of the big payback I have in store for you. I said before that I wanted you to feel the same loss and pain I have. And I have patiently waited for it. I have watched you and tracked every step you have made. I have made plans that have brought us to this very day. And now payback is coming... and soon. You will sit in this room and know that you will die at some point- you won't know how and you won't know when. But before the time comes you will feel remorse for what you have done and you will beg my forgiveness."

Diana was vehemently shaking her head, not understanding a word this madman was uttering. What was he saying? Remorse for what?

And then she froze. Duvelli saw the sudden comprehension in her eyes.

"You..." Diana began choking on the word.

"Yes, Diana. I am Salvatore Torentino."

Diana was stunned and speechless and she was angry with herself that she had not guessed it before now. Not one of them had ever actually seen Torentino. Even the man Wonder Woman apprehended at the airport had said that few people had seen him; and that included people that worked for him.

"So, this whole thing was set up to get us both here? How can you blame us for what happened to your son? When he was killed, Steve and I weren't even there."

"But, think about it Diana- or would you rather be called Carrie? If it hadn't been for the two of you those feds would never have had the opportunity to shoot my son. He was shot seven times. Seven times! Did you know that? Do you care?" He started sobbing.

When he had regained his composure he continued:

"My son was ignorant in a lot of respects. He had his weaknesses, but he was my son. He was all I had. And you took that away. If there has ever been a code I have lived by faithfully, it's this one... eye for an eye, Ms. Prince. And just as soon as my third person arrives, I will have my revenge. You see, there's one spot left and that's for our guest of honor..."

Diana, who had been watching Steve starting to stir, suddenly looked up at Torentino.

"Who else is there?" Diana asked.

The grin appeared again.

"Why, Wonder Woman, of course."