Myka gasped awake and sat up quickly. Sweat was making her sheets cling to her body. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to calm down. That was the most vivid dream she had ever had. It made the blood rush to her face and her stomach clench. Just as she was about to doze off, her Farnsworth buzzed. She opened it rubbing her eyes. Artie peered at her through his glasses. "Get to breakfast now. We have a case."
She made her way down to the dining room slowly. She did not want to face the subject of her dream; to feel herself blush every time his eyes landed on her. And there he was sitting at the table with his mouth full of bacon. He tried to talk but his words were garbled. "Coud mornin, Myka." Meanwhile Artie and Claudia were fighting about his choice of wardrobe on a daily basis. Artie saw her and passed out the case files as she sat down.
"Alright, let's get to work. Bernie MaCintire is a guns dealer who has been seen where a lot of people have been going missing. All that was left at the scene were piles of stone. You two will go undercover as a couple to figure out what artifact he might possess." Pete's eyes met Mykas in shock. "USSS A COUBLE!" His mouth was agape and Myka could see the mashed up bacon inside. She wrinkled her nose.
Artie nodded. "Those are the only type of people he seems to be preying on. You will leave first thing tomorrow morning. It is suspected that he will be at an upcoming ball in Denver so here are your invitations." He passed them both fancy linen paper with gold print. Myka traced her fingers over the lettering. "This is going to be an interesting mission."