At the same time.
Washington, D.C., the Smithsonian Museum.
The museum should have been silent late at night, but the streets outside had descended into utter chaos. Sirens, gunshots, and the howls of people looting, smashing, and burning pierced the thick glass curtain walls.
Inside the museum's restricted area, the Classified Artifact Restoration Room.
Diana Prince stood quietly before a massive screen, wearing a crisp white researcher's uniform and black-framed glasses.
On the screen, General Zod's cold face had just vanished into a wash of static.
"Diana! Oh my God! Did you see that?!" Her colleague Barbara Minerva stumbled into the restoration room, pale-faced and trembling all over.
"Aliens! They're going to destroy Earth! We're going to die!"
Diana turned. Her beautiful face showed no trace of panic, only the calm and compassion of someone who had lived through the ages.
"Calm down, Barbara. Take a deep breath." Diana stepped forward and placed both hands on her colleague's shoulders. Her voice seemed to carry a soothing magic, calming Barbara a little.
Bang!
Just then, someone violently kicked open the restoration room's door.
Four thugs wearing clown masks charged in, armed with Remington shotguns and crowbars.
"Nobody move! Put all the valuable antiques in the bags!" The lead thug pointed his gun at Diana, his eyes roaming shamelessly over her figure as he gave a lewd whistle.
"Well, look at this beauty. The world's about to end. How about showing us boys a good time?"
Barbara screamed in terror, crouched on the floor, and covered her head.
Diana sighed softly.
She removed her black-framed glasses and casually set them on the table. In that instant, her gentle, scholarly air vanished, replaced by the fierceness and authority of the Amazons' greatest warrior.
"Humanity can reveal its greatest brilliance in desperate times, and