I'm searching the criminals' lair, looking for files to bring them down. I'm dressed for business, in over-the-knee platform boots, leather skirt and black rollneck. Almost immediately, I find what I'm looking for, but then I'm surprised when I hear a noise behind me... Next thing I know, I'm handcuffed to a chair, with a ball/panel gag in my mouth and my ankles secured with steel leg irons! Intolerable. Well, I'm a special agent, I'm sure I'll be able to escape. Won't I?