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Natasha sensed that Wonder Woman was not completely unconscious. She wondered in retrospect if she should have simply used her knockout gas over the chloroform. Dropping the rag still damp from the chloroform, she shifted Wonder Woman so that the dazed Amazon was supported against her right arm. To be sure Wonder Woman was not playing possum, a known tactic of hers, or was just succumbing slowly to the fumes, Natasha directed a blast of her Widow's Bite directly into the exposed portion of Wonder Woman's chest. It sent her into convulsions, her body shaking in tight constrictions. The intensity of the Window's Bite was controlled by sensors placed over the tendons of her wrist. Natasha curled her fist down, which lowered the power. She fired again, and again Wonder Woman shivered and shook. She withdrew her supporting arm, letting Wonder Woman buckle to her knees. She grabbed a fistful of Woman Woman's luxurious black hair. She yanked her head down hard against the neck so that she could look her directly in the face. Some drool oozed out the corner of Wonder Woman's open mouth. Natasha was convinced that she was out for the count. Pulling her head up by her hair, she jerked her body up and forward. She let the momentum carry Wonder Woman the rest of the way. She pitched forward. Her knees and the top of the her head propped up her inert body. Natasha shoved the toe of her boot into the backside of her star-spangled panties, pushing her completely prone, her arms at her sides.

Outside the building and ten blocks distant glaring eyes squinted and looked straight through the frame of the building. "Wonder Woman's down," she said. "Floor six, east wing." The microcommunicator in her ear transmitted her statements to a woman in an elevator. Evadne, Wonder Woman's cousin, punched the button for the sixth floor with the palm of her hand. The button cracked under the impact. This did not prevent the signal was being sent. The elevator began to move down. A LED screen above the door flashed "8." Evadne clenched her fists. "7." She craned her head left and right, loosening the muscles in her neck. "6." The door slid open. An angry Amazon barreled out.

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Natasha sensed that Wonder Woman was not completely unconscious. She wondered in retrospect if she should have simply used her knockout gas over the chloroform. Dropping the rag still damp from the chloroform, she shifted Wonder Woman so that the dazed Amazon was supported against her right arm. To be sure Wonder Woman was not playing possum, a known tactic of hers, or was just succumbing slowly to the fumes, Natasha directed a blast of her Widow's Bite directly into the exposed portion of Wonder Woman's chest. It sent her into convulsions, her body shaking in tight constrictions. The intensity of the Window's Bite was controlled by sensors placed over the tendons of her wrist. Natasha curled her fist down, which lowered the power. She fired again, and again Wonder Woman shivered and shook. She withdrew her supporting arm, letting Wonder Woman buckle to her knees. She grabbed a fistful of Woman Woman's luxurious black hair. She yanked her head down hard against the neck so that she could look her directly in the face. Some drool oozed out the corner of Wonder Woman's open mouth. Natasha was convinced that she was out for the count. Pulling her head up by her hair, she jerked her body up and forward. She let the momentum carry Wonder Woman the rest of the way. She pitched forward. Her knees and the top of the her head propped up her inert body. Natasha shoved the toe of her boot into the backside of her star-spangled panties, pushing her completely prone, her arms at her sides.

Outside the building and ten blocks distant glaring eyes squinted and looked straight through the frame of the building. "Wonder Woman's down," she said. "Floor six, east wing." The microcommunicator in her ear transmitted her statements to a woman in an elevator. Evadne, Wonder Woman's cousin, punched the button for the sixth floor with the palm of her hand. The button cracked under the impact. This did not prevent the signal was being sent. The elevator began to move down. A LED screen above the door flashed "8." Evadne clenched her fists. "7." She craned her head left and right, loosening the muscles in her neck. "6." The door slid open. An angry Amazon barreled out.

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