<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/9/9f/2676701-cheetah9a-705473.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20170426235304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cheetah<br/><strong>Location:</strong>San Francisco Museum<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3rd November, 2017, 5:20 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wonder Woman, Closed<br/><strong>Content:</strong>(Warnings.)<br/><hr/><br/>It was getting a little late in the day, and the large museum in the center of San Francisco was starting to wind down to a close. It was rarely an eventful day, but today had a particularly relaxing atmosphere as darkness drew in and the staff went about closing things down. It was only the last guest of the day that changed anything.<br/><br/>A tall, lithe lady walked up the stairs in front of the museum dressed in ragged plain brown clothes, not much more than rags. She walked with confident, long strides almost marching towards the building. Anyone who looked at her for a while could see patches of yellow and black fur where her body would be, but luckily it was dark and quiet. She smiled to herself as she entered through the front, looking the security guard up and down she made a beeline towards him. As she passed the check in desk she let her hand out, her clawed fingertips making a high pitched screeching as they dragged through the solid surface with ease. She shed her ragged guise as she walked, tossing it to the floor to reveal her human-animal form. While she was humanoid she was clearly not fully human anymore. Her body was covered in a yellow and black fur, just about covering her modesty as she stared down the now stunned and frozen in place guard.<br/><br/>Her tail flitted behind her, distracting him just for a moment she leaped through the air and landed on his chest, driving her heels into his gut and knocking the wind clean from him. He gasped hard and collapsed under her, only to be knocked unconscious by a swift punch. The few other witnesses screamed and ran, but she had no time for anyone unarmed. Instead she stepped away from the alive but badly bruised and unconscious man and made her way towards the archaeological exhibit. There was purpose in her walk, but no worry or panic. She certainly didn't consider the possibility of police arriving to be a concern.