Chapter Eighty-Six: Fall of Olympus Part Five.

Chapter Eighty-Six: Fall of Olympus Part Five.

It was early the next morning, around about four AM or so. Diana recently left the Sandsmark Residence and was on her way to check things with Helena Sandsmark. She was driving her car, the 1969 Dodge Charger that she and Harry restored under this past summer.

She pulled up outside of the locked gate which lead into Arkham Asylum. She encountered a patchy fog, but that wasn't really needed to add to the eerie atmosphere around the hospital. It had a creepy atmosphere in general, after being abandoned after a fire in Nineteen Seventy-Five.

It didn't really help things that Gotham was currently rocked by a storm. And things were made even worse that Arkham was located on a small island between Old and New Gotham, which leaves things pretty exposed to the elements. It was cold, wet, and rather miserable.

Diana didn't want to alert anyone to her presence. She killed the engine and walked the rest of the way. That resulted in her getting soaked by the rain. Thankfully, her leather jacket and pants kept her from becoming too wet, but she did develop a rather nice sheen. She stepped nervously towards the Asylum.

She whipped out her phone and brought up the coordinates that the system was saying that Helena, or at least her phone, was located at currently.

'That looks to be pretty far in the building,' Harry thought to her. After his encounter with the goddesses, he was feeling both out of it at sorts and strangely energized at the same time.

'I wonder why,' Diana thought. She frowned. Perhaps it was just the atmosphere that was around her, but she had a really bad feeling about everything that was going around her. She shivered a couple of times.

'I guess we'll find out one way or another before too long,' Jaime said with a shrug. She was working mission control and trying to run up the blue prints to the building. 'Damn it, these are going to be a lot tougher than I thought they would.'

'Why?' Diana asked.

Jaime took her calming breath and prepared to inform her. 'They haven't been scanned into any electronic database at this point in time.'

'And this place is bad enough as it is, without the storm going on,' Diana inputted. She was normally fearless, so you knew that things were insane when the Amazon Princess was starting to feel extremely unnerved when she crossed over the threshold.

'Yes, and no one has really been around here since things were closed down with a fire back in Seventy Five,' Harry reminded them. He paused. 'That's nineteen seventy-five, because with the architecture in Gotham City, you never know. But a lot of patients died because it hadn't been brought properly up to code.'

'So what happened to the patients that did survive?' Diana asked.

'The ones that weren't of the violent sort were sent to Gotham General, until they were sent to Ravencroft,' Jaime informed them. She chimed on in. 'Was Bethanie's family anyway involved with that particular institution?'

'I believe so,' Harry confirmed for them. 'And the violent ones were moved to Blackgate and the Arkham Ward was created to house them.'

'I want to know something,' Jaime said. Harry's response told her that he was all ears, so she dove on in. 'Why didn't they never try and rebuild the place?'

'Thomas and Martha Wayne were spearheading a project to do so, but they were murdered before they could really go anywhere,' Harry thought. 'The project died with them.'

Diana frowned. 'I'm honestly surprised that no one tried to pick the project back up.'

'Actually, I remember Vicki telling me something,' Harry answered. 'There was a political activist by the name of Quincy Sharpe who has been making comments to various people about rebuilding and reopening the place in hopes to be able to drum up some support. But it really isn't going anywhere since people just aren't interested.'

'And they likely won't be until it's starting them right in the face,' Jaime added. She let out her breath in a long and heaving sigh. 'Well that figures.'

Diana was paying half attention to the conversation, but she was more focused with tracking down Helena, than she was listening to the conversation. Diana was also on edge since the inside of Arkham was just as creepy as the outside. The fact that most of it was gutted by a fire didn't really help things all that much either.

And when you add in the rain and the wind that was kicking up outside, there was an entirely new creepy factor.

'I'm surprised that no homeless have taken up shelter here,' Diana thought.

'They'd rather brave the streets of Gotham than Arkham,' Harry thought to her.

Jaime chimed in with a couple of words of her own. 'Yes, they believe that it's haunted.'

Harry gave a long and heaving sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'All things considered and when you factor magic into the equation, it likely is.'

This was a statement that didn't make Diana feel too much better about the situation that she was currently facing. She shook her head and ignored the gut feeling that something was very wrong.

By this point, she was rather close to where the GPS was saying that Helena's phone was located. She made her way forward extremely carefully in the next room.

She was rather surprised to find herself entering what appeared to be an old chapel. At least that's what she assumed when she sauntered forward. It was extremely hard to tell what was actually here given the state of the face.

There was one thing that was for certain and that Helena and her phone weren't immediately visible. She did notice what appeared to be a slumped over homeless person. His back was slumped against an altar and he was immobile.

Diana took a tentative step forward. She noticed that one of his arms was vexposed and there was needled sticking out of it.

"Hello?" Diana asked him. He didn't respond to the sound of her voice. "Hello?"

She kneeled down to check his vital signs. There were no signs of life coming from this particular individual.

'Likely, he died of a heroin overdose,' Harry thought.

Diana did a quick search of his body and frowned. She located Helena's phone sticking out of his pocket.

This was the evidence that she needed to conclude that Helena was in a lot of trouble. It was obvious why it was being shown as Arkham.

'If you want, I can come and help you look for her,' Harry offered her.

'Actually, you have an important meeting with Carl Ferris's daughter, Carol, that you can't afford to miss, especially since she flew into Gotham to meet you for it,' Karen reminded him. 'And then tonight, you're escorting Juno to the grand opening of Maximilian Zeus's new club.'

'It's fine Harry,' Diana said, waving off his apologies. She thought that she was perfectly capable of doing this on her own.

It turned out to be a dead end and it put her back to square one.

'We should try and use the GPS to try and find the last location that Helena spent any length of time at,' Diana suggested to them.

'Yeah, and we should also contact Sarah and let her know about the body,' Harry informed her.

'Already on it,' Jaime commented in a dutiful voice.

On the other end of Gotham, there was a guard with a name tag that read Phil B. on it. He was a scruffy looking man with dark hair that looked like a bit of a punk. He was making his way around the Arkham Wing of Blackgate prison to ensure that things are still all kosher.

He was going escort one of the more lucid patients to the showers. In this case, the person in question just happens to be one Jonathan Crane. Phil the security guard made his way to the door and wrapped on it heavily.

"Time to wake up Crane!" he yelled. There was no answer after a long beat. "Crane, get your ass up!"

There was no response again, other than a high pitched groan from the man in the cell.

"I'm going into the cell ," Phil said, after he radioed for control.

He opened the cell and he was in a foul mood when he entered inside. He made his way over to the bed and rather forcefully tried to shove Crane in an attempt to jolt him away. The person in the bed started to shriek in terror which caused Phil to fall backwards in shock.

"What is it?" another guard entered. He was a bulky guard and he smelled of alcohol.

"Doug, take a look at this," Phil stated.

He pulled back the blanket to reveal an African American Gentleman who was one of the guards. He was normally an intimidating man, but he was shaking on the bed in a gibbering wreck.

It went without saying the reason that they looked very grim. Doctor Jonathan Crane, also known as the Scarecrow, escaped from the Arkham Wing at Blackgate Prison.

X-X-X

Helena Sandsmark came to the world of consciousness slowly, but surely. She looked around a lavish looking room. From her vantage point, it looked like something that was out of an ancient Greek temple. It was all marble, gold, and incense.

The really interesting thing was that it was so over the top. Helena would have to see that it felt more like a caricature than an accurate representation. The marble was the wrong type, the gold was gaudy, and the incense stinks. Helena looked around the room, a shocked expression on her face.

Her bewilderment switched to alarm when she realized that she was chain to a bed, and changed out of her clothes and into a Chiton. The only good thing for her nerves was that there was no one in this room when she woke up.

This didn't stay that way for long. Maxie Zeus entered the room, wearing a toga along with a pair of gauntlets. He held the Spear of Zeus in his hand and the Siren followed him in tow.

"Behold before you, the reincarnation of the greatest god of them all, the most powerful of them all, the great and powerful Zeus stands right before you," Maxie declared pompously. His voice was bold, to the point of it being over the top and quite gaudy. He looked down at the woman chained in the bed. "Hera! It is a relief for me to see you and my servant was able to snatch you away from the depths that vile Hades."

Lorelei rolled her eyes and it wasn't just because of Zeus's monologue. The fact that he dared call her a servant caused her great agony, but she needed to keep herself calm. If she wanted to get what she deserved, she needed to stick to the plan.

"We have finally been reunited after so much time has passed," Maxie said. His bold voice continued to boom out his insane monologue and it was obvious that he had lost his mind. "And now that we're finally back together, we can bring together a brand new age of the gods. It's as it should be, with the King of all Gods right next to Hera! What do you have to say to that?"

"I think you're completely crazy and delusional," Helena said. She was terrified out of her mind and even more so because Maxie appeared to be sucking down the crazy pills.

"YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME IN SUCH A BRAZEN MANNER!" Zeus bellowed at the top of his lungs. His guards cowered in the background. "Your words displease me."

Maxie Zeus's gaze locked onto the face of Lorelei. "Fix this, fix this using your powers."

"But, Maxie, I told you that my powers don't work well on women," Lorelei said. "I've explained this to you, several times."

"YOU ARE TO REFER TO ME AS THE GREAT AND POWERFUL ZEUS AND YOU WILL NOT DENY ME!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Lorelei opened her mouth and was about ready to protest. He clutched the Spear of Zeus in his hands and gritted teeth. He turned towards one of the hapless guards and fired him with the Spear.

Another guard was reduced into ashen remains. Zeus's nostrils flared when he stared down Lorelei.

"Either you fix this or you die," Maxie Zeus stated in a dramatic whisper. He leaned towards her and snarled, his voice raising. "Do it or you die! The choice is yours!"

Lorelei looked fearful at his madness. Her powers do work on him, have in the past. However, they only worked to a certain extent and were inconsistent due to his mental instability and his obsession with Helena. They didn't work perfectly on him as a result.

She was never quite certain the effect that they were going to have. They either work perfectly, he acts befuddled, and he flies into a murderous rage. So, she didn't really want to risk it any more than she had to.

Lorelei chanced a look at Maxie Zeus. It was clear that he made himself clear and he stormed out. That allowed her alone in the room with Helena.

"Why are you working for Zeus?" Helena asked when the younger woman approached her.

Lorelei frowned, as if considering the question. "Maxie saved my life by getting me off of the streets after my mother died of cancer. I owe him big time."

"But is it really worth it?" Helena asked.

"The big oaf is rich and money causes a lot of sins to be forgiven," Lorelei explained to her. "My powers do work on him most of the time, so I can live a life of luxury and ease with very little effort on my part."

She walked over and placed her hand on Helena's hair.

"What happens to you, it doesn't matter to me," she whispered. "You're just a means to the end and my end is to get closer to Harry Potter."

Helena realized that she was dealing with a woman who didn't care about what happened to anyone or who Zeus hurt. She only wanted to get what she wanted. Maxie Zeus's insanity was stirred by her, not that it needed much stalling.

"And now, we're going to have to work together," Lorelei said softly. "And I would order you to stop breathing if you weren't necessary for me to get what I want."

"You said that your powers don't work on women," Helena said.

"I'm going to have to try harder," she whispered in a soothing voice. She stroked Helena's hair, almost mockingly. "For both of our sakes."

Lorelei tried to figure out a way to make this work. It was going to take some doing for her to put Helena underneath her thrall. If she wanted her life of luxury and her life in general to continue, she would have to play ball.

Donna slowly stripped off her clothes when she made her way into the bathroom. Her panties hit the floor, exposing her smooth center with a strip of black hair. Her firm ass wiggled when she made her way towards the bathroom and her perfect breasts bounced when she swayed.

She stepped underneath the shower head and turned it on. She activated the scorching water and really felt it come down onto her body. Donna hummed underneath her breath when she ran the soap over, washing her breasts along with the rest of her body.

It was just a nice relaxing morning shower, her fingers slowly rubbing herself down. The moment she was done, she turned off the shower and prepared to driver herself off.

Donna exited the shower and dried off her hair. With another swift move, she pulled on her clothes, a tight black shirt and a pair of jeans. She put her hair back into a ponytail and stepped forward with a calm smile.

She walked down the hallway and decided to peak in to see how Cassie was doing. Donna stuck her head inside the door and saw that Cassie was still soundly asleep. She was snoring rather cutely at the moment and seemed to be submerged firmly into dream land.

Donna shook her head in bemusement and walked over. It was getting closer to the time where Cassie would need to wake up and head off to school. She reached on and nudged her.

"Cassie, Cassie, it's time to wake up," Donna whispered in her ear. Cassie was not waking up all that easily. "Cassie, it's time for you to get up, you'll be late for school if you don't get up right now!"

Cassie shook her head awake. She was in a sleep addled state, but she was more than aware enough that it wasn't her mother or Diana that was trying to wake her up.

"Where's Diana?" Cassie asked. "Where's my mother?"

Donna figured that it would be best not to alarm Cassie with the information about how serious it was. She assumed that Diana would resolve this by the time that Cassie got back to school. "Your mother got in really late last night, and Diana had to go into work at the museum earlier due to Curator Sorrow calling an early meeting. Your mother got straight up and went in after her and I agreed to make sure that you went off to school."

Cassie pondered the situation. The young blonde girl nodded her head, that made a lot of sense.

"You should get out of bed and take a shower," Donna suggested to her. Having had a younger sister herself, close enough to Cassie's age, she knew exactly what tone to take with the girl. "And while you're doing that, I'll cook you some breakfast."

"Wait, you can cook?" Cassie asked in a surprised tone.

'I'm as shocked as she is,' Kara replied.

'And you have any room to talk?' Donna asked her.

Donna walked over and poked Cassie gently by the side. That caused her to giggle and Donna saw that Cassie was rather ticklish. "Yes, I can cook. Now go get to the shower."

Cassie got up to her feet and made her way to the exit of the room. Donna did catch the sound of her grumbling underneath her breath. "You're not my mom, I don't have to listen to you."

She did make her way to the bathroom and since Donna was not in the mood for backtalk, she gave Cassie a light rap on the ass. That caused her stand up straight and as a result the tomboy hastened her steps towards the bathroom.

'Well, that was interesting, now that's settled, we can watch you go and cook,' Amanda thought.

'I told you that I can really cook, and I'm really glad that you're not here to encourage her,' Donna thought, frowning deeply.

'Ah, but you should encourage children that age,' Amanda said with a pout.

Donna groaned and she made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She managed to learn how to cook without burning the house down which was an achievement for her. Her mother was really patient and it seemed like it took an eternity for her to teach her, but Donna thought that she was a lot better off for the lessons.

The trio of Oswald Cobblepot, Edgar Prince, and Chang-Tzu sat in the back of the Penguin's limo. The trio of them decided to stick together while they waited for Enigma to return to contact them with information for locations where Magpie could be.

"Yes, it was the good old days," Edgar commented in a tone that indicated that he was glad that he was going down a nostalgic road. "I remember this one time when we broke into the Star City First National bank."

"Yes, I remember that quite well," Chang-Tzu agreed.

"Yes, we broke into the Star City First National bank due to the fact that there was a rumor going around that there were several priceless matryoshka dollas being kept in a lockbox there," Edgar said. There was a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face.

Cobblepot raised his eyebrow and he came to a certain point. He squawked in surprise. "I thought that you only did egg related crime sprees."

Edgar's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. "They tend to be egg-shaped, and it's the thought that counts.'

The egg obsessed criminal shook his head and took a deep breath. "In any event, we successfully entered the event. With swift ability, we circumvented the security, and broke into the vault. We were nearly at the end of the finish line and were about to retrieve the items without any trouble."

"And then we stepped out of the vault and walked head long into Hawkwoman's mace," Chang said.

That caused Cobblepot's face to grimace at the description of that.

"Yes, it's unfortunately true, or fortunately, depending on your vantage point of things," Edgar commented. "It turns out as we were about to eggstract the cargo from the vault, Black Canary and Hawkwoman arrived on the scene. They got into a brawl with our henchmen and while we were busy looking for the cargo. They were beating our men while we were eggstracting the cargo."

Edgar looked on with a smile.

"Black Canary stepped forward, she stood before me, an angry look on her face," Edgar said. "Her figure was filled into that outfit, tight against her. Not as tight as it might have been had she been a bit more gifted, but various nights. But naturally, you didn't look at the top half of her, when you saw her legs. Her fishnets fit snugly against her calves. It was a distraction. It was almost as if you wished to be humiliated underneath her boots, to see her crush her underneath her feet. And Hawkwoman….well….that was an interesting one."

"Do tell," Penguin whispered. He looked excited.

"She had a figure that was alluring, and the way those tight pants wrapped around her was quite distracting," Edgar said. "The front side wasn't that bad either, in fact the front sight was all we saw….before she attacked."

"You got caught, then," Oswald concluded.

Edgar shook his head. "Not necessarily. We managed to escape in the confusion, even though Chang got a concussion."

Chang nodded, he looked dismissive about Edgar's story.

"So, I'm sure that you have some interesting stories to tell," Edgar said. He threw the ball into Oswald's court.

"Yes, as you know, I'm new to Gotham City, but I made my bones during the late seventies and the early eighties in London," Cobblepot narrated. He smiled at this trip down memory lane. "It was a different time, things have gone downhill."

"Yes, I would have to agree, no one has the respect and culture that they did back in the good old days," Edgar answered. "You must have had some big scores."

Oswald looked on and smiled. "One of the bigger scores was a pair of antique shotguns that I took from an English lord. The bloke was an avid hunter. It was real top of the line stuff, custom made as all get out, engravings, mother of pearl handles, the works. You get what I'm talking about?"

Edgar and Chang exchanged a gaze with each other and both nodded in agreement.

"Yes, we do," Edgar replied. He motioned for Oswald to continue his story.

"I paid a second story man to break into the guy's apartment for dirt cheap, the poor bastard, he didn't know what they were," Oswald said. He laughed in amusement. "Made the Lord wait a couple of days so he was really sweating, and then I called him, I called the Lord. I said that for the right price, I could track them down for me. He was willing to pay me, the money."

Oswald took a puff of his cigar. He paused, more to build up anticipation more than anything when he was wrapping up his story.

"The Lord agreed to do this, and it turns out that I liked the guns so much, I choked the bastard in response," Cobblepot said. "One of my bosses like my ambitions, so it moved me up in the world."

Chang-Tzu nodded. "I was under the impression that you used to be married, and it was your wife who was largely responsible for many of your early successes."

Cobblepot inhaled a mouth full of smoke, but before he could respond, there was a ring of the phone.

"I'll get that," Edgar said. He answered the phone. "Yes, what is it?"

The eager voice of Enigma piped up on the other end. "One of my informants informed me that there was another buyer who was interested in picking up the egg. But he made a lower offer to Magpie then the Penguin did, so Magpie decided to sell it to him, other than the mysterious buyer."

"That's your information?" Edgar asked.

"Yes, but there's more," Enigma said. "In the aftermath of the deal going south and Magpie having decided to cut and run with both the money and the egg, there's a rumor that's going around that she tried to make contact with him. She is going to try and sell it to him tonight at the old Gotham City Public Library. But it's a rumor. There's another rumor that Black Mask or Rupert Thorne might be picking up the item."

The trio sat and allowed this information to sink in.

"So, now what?" Edgar asked them.

Cobblepot was the first one to answer. "We head to the library and stake it out, see if we can find out if she's there or not."

This was the only solid lead they had tonight, so they had to go for it.

Harry, Karen, Faora, and Jaime joined Tamara and Andromeda. After the recent reality shift, Andromeda was part of the same society that the Evans family grew up in and she was the Chief Legal Counsel. The entire group waited for Carol Ferris in a meeting room within RAO tower.

It was their hope that they were able to get some satellites into the air when they eventually broke away from Wayne Enterprises. Several feelers were put out and they came back with a couple of different proposals from a couple of different aerospace companies. Out of all of the proposals, the most interesting and potentially lucrative one came back from Ferris Air.

They responded to it by trying to arrange a meeting and Carl Ferris agreed to it. Since he's rather busy lately, he asked if he could send his daughter, Carol, to attend the meeting in his place. The meeting was scheduled as a result of that.

"The RAO Eclipse is about ready to go into production," Andromeda reminded them. She got into the nasty details that no company liked to get into, but they had to. "But there are a couple of legal documents that need to be worked on."

"Nothing too major though, just standard things?" Harry asked.

"Yes, just so we can get our simultaneous world wide release out there," Andromeda said.

Faora jumped into the conversation. "The initial run of the Red Sun worked as well for the staggered release process. But now, we really need to get this out all at the same time. And I'm sure Andromeda has figured out all of the legal hoops that we have to jump through."

"One of the major problems is that something like this is unprecedented," Andromeda reminded her.

"Yes, that's right," Tamara agreed. "Most of the time there's a staggered release for Electronics."

"Most of the time, Japan is the first to see things, followed by America, and Europe," Karen said. She took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh. "The amount of work we need to do is staggering."

"So, it's a good thing that Charlotte and Daphne are both up to the task, then," Harry told them. Andromeda handed him the paperwork for him to sign.

'We are, we went over what needs to be done,' Daphne said. 'If there's anything that I can say about you, that is that you are pretty ambiguous.'

'You really have to be ambitious if you want anything to get done,' Charlotte said. That was one point that all of them could agree with.

Harry signed on the paperwork and Andromeda was on her way. Not before she stole a quick little kiss, that was fairly heated. It held the promise for something much more later on.

After Andromeda departed, there was a call from the Lobby. "Ms. Ferris is here."

"I'll show her on up," Tamara said. Without another word, she slipped off.

Once she was done, Karen looked around the room. Now that she was alone with the group and had some time and some privacy, she could bring up one point.

"The project that I've been moving around has been moving along rather smoothly," Karen said.

"Oh, that's good," Jaime confirmed. "I trust you didn't have any snags."

"No, the machines capable of making the material have been completed to my satisfaction," she confirmed. The blonde held her arms out and snorted. With something like this, there was always a catch. "But there's been a slight and rather annoying delay."

Faora's eyebrow corked and she looked at Karen with an inquisitive glance. "What kind of problem did you have?"

"The usual," Karen said with a sigh. She felt Harry's arm snake around her shoulders. "You know how it goes. Trying to design and build Earth technology capable of replicating Kryptonian technology is never a walk in the park. Realistically, the technology in question that we're trying to build is still around ten years off from being a consideration and…..well it goes without saying that not everyone is intelligent as we are."

"Modestly spoken," Faora said dryly. Karen gave her a shifty glance. "But rather accurate."

"We could use magic to create what we need," Karen pondered. "But as we all know, that might cause another headache. So, a couple of setbacks, not least of which was the first batch of material being rather brittle. It didn't really handle the strain that we wanted it to. The problem has been fixed now so the next attempt should be much better."

Harry gave her a gentle smile, moving his hand to her thigh. He could tell that Karen was about ready to lose her mind if she didn't calm down. Harry eased on in and kissed her. Karen closed her eyes and accepted the kiss.

"Keep at it," Harry whispered when he pulled away from her. "You have my full confidence."

Harry gave Karen another heated kiss, which she returned quite eagerly. It was at this point where Tamara and Carol both entered the conference room. Both women stopped at the door.

Jaime waited, humming underneath her breath. She smiled and was glad to see that both women were rendered a bit speechless and looked kind of hot under the collar as a result.

She cleared her throat to get their attention.

"And you must be Carol," Harry said with a smile, as if nothing happened.

"Yes, I am," she said boldly. Harry and the girls had to admit that she did a pretty good job in hiding just how hot under the collar she was.

Carol Ferris was a beautiful dark haired woman in her early twenties. Her bright blue eyes looked towards Harry, giving him a once over. She wore a nice form fitting female business suit. It looked professional, but at the same time it also showed that she had an extremely fit and firm body.

Introductions were now down and business was about ready to be done. Tamara got into position to do her job in taking notes.

"I think that the best way to start this meeting is to tell you why we approached Ferris Air in the first place," Harry started.

Carol nodded in agreement. She knew a lot of this from the briefing that was prepared for her, but she wanted to hear it from there.

"We're looking to expand forward and we're looking to get our infrastructure in place for when our contract with Wayne Enterprises ends," Harry informed her. "And we want to bring our telecommunications projects in house, so to speak."

Carol was as sharp as a tack and she responded. "So, that means that you're going to get satellites in orbit."

"That's correct, we're going to need to get satellites in orbit and we like the quality of Ferris Air's products," Harry confirmed for her. "We expect that it will be a lot of work and it may take a while to get things going. Which is why we're approaching you know."

Carol nodded. There was one point that jumped out at her straight away.

"So, do you want to use one of Ferris's designs or do you have something in mind?" she asked.

"We do have something in mind," Faora admitted. "But we're not sure about the feasibility of using it, so we're curious to see what Ferris Air can do with the plans, if they can do anything."

Carol was really curious to see what they uncovered. Harry brought out the blueprint of what they had in mind.

Needless to say, the sight of it left Carol Ferris sitting there in shock and awe. She was speechless.

Diana continued the hunt for Helena Sandsmark, which she had been doing for the better part of the day. She was able to follow the last known GPS coordinates logged back to the last location. It was a location that Helena spent the longest stretch of time in before her phone mysterious ended up in Arkham.

There was just a small problem was that all it did was lead her back to Helena's car in the parking lot in a small office building that sold mostly paper. It led to a dead end, but there was one thing that did come up.

She did find Helena's purse in a back alleyway nearby, so there was that and noticed a rather distinctive perfume. Diana couldn't make heads or tails of what that was all about.

Her next hope was to track down Professor McElroy and see if he knows anything about what happened. While it was unlikely the he was involved, he was the last person that Helena was supposed to be meeting with. There was a small chance that he might not know something.

The Museum was a dead end, and since he didn't have a cell-phone, that option was out. This lead to Diana slipping into his office to see if she could track down his address and much to her surprise, inside that office, Diana noticed the same kind of perfume. That was odd, but she did manage to get her hands on his address.

That lead her to where she was at this point, standing outside of the front door to McElroy's condo, waiting for him to respond to her ringing the front door bell. She waited patiently, but she didn't have to wait for long.

"Hello, Professor McElroy, I want to speak with you," Diana said in a cordial voice.

McElroy opened the door and he looked at her, in shocked. He appeared to be a bit out of it. "Diana…..this is a surprise…I wasn't aware you knew where I lived."

He cleared his throat and stepped back to allow her movement.

"Come in, come in," he replied in a jovial voice. He took a step backwards. "And…it's a really different attire than I'm used to seeing you dress, normally you come across as a librarian more so than a biker…..but never mind that. What can I do to you?"

"Doctor Sandsmark has gone missing," Diana answered. McElroy's expression was surprised. "She never returned home last night and her purse was found in the abandoned alleyway."

"Well, that's awful," McElroy said. "If there's anything that I can do to help…"

"She told me that she was going to visit you," Diana said, when McElroy allowed her inside.

Diana looked around and saw that he lived like a bachelor. That much was obvious because of the mess inside.

"You know, there's something funny about this," McElroy said. "I can't recall meeting with Helena yesterday at all."

"Are you sure?" Diana asked. Her expression turned into a frown.

"I'm quite positive that I would have remembered such a meeting," McElroy commented. He looked at her and frowned deeply. "One thing I do recall is that I met with a delightful young woman about an artifact belonging to her family. She wanted me to take a closer look at it, and so I did."

'Something here isn't adding up,' Donna thought.

'I could have sworn that Doctor Sandsmark was clear that she was meeting with him last night,' Kara said.

'She was,' Diana answered. There was something extremely odd there.

"Now, Professor McElroy, Helena was clear that she was to meet with you last night," Diana told him.

McElroy paused and he looked at her. A look of confusion passed over his face and his pupils dilated.

"I think that you're much mistaken, my dear lady!" McElory said, almost in a shout. He took great offense. "I didn't meet with Helena last evening; rather, I met with this young woman who asked me to look at one of her family heirlooms. Well, the meeting grew a bit more professional, it seemed that history wasn't the only thing that the woman was interested in, and one thing lead to another….."

He descended into a rambling monologue and to be honest, Diana didn't want to hear a single word about it. It was obvious that someone did something to the Professor.

Taking a moment to summon her lasso to herself, Diana got into position. She wrapped the lasso around him.

'And now we're resorting to bondage to get answers,' Amanda thought.

'Really, we're going there?' Donna asked. It was beside the point that she would have went there.

"What happened with Doctor Sandsmark last night?" Diana asked. Now that he was ensnared in the lasso, there would be questions.

"Last night the women, she convinced me to….she convinced me to call Doctor Sandsmark and tell her to meet me…..everything between then and there is a total blank, but I do recall she intended to take Helena…yes….that's it," McElroy said in a dazed manner. "I don't quite know what happened, between then and the point where I woke up in the alleyway."

"Who is this woman, Professor McElroy?" Diana asked.

"I can't recall….off hand, if she gave me her true name, but she did go under the name of Lorelei at least one point," McElroy said. "If you want to find the answers to what happened to Doctor Sandsmark, then that's the name you have to go off of. I have no further information."

Diana looked despondent. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm quite certain that I told you everything that was to the best of my recollection, young lady," Diana said.

It was Dinah who popped in through the bond link. 'Lorelei is a name that seems familiar, I just cannot place it off hand.'