Myka circled the room offering drinks to random strangers while speaking quietly into her hidden microphone. "Main halls clear"

"So is the side room" smirked Pete. Myka continued walking around keeping an eye out for any disturbances, her hand often covering her bare stomach in an attempt to avoid staring. "The teetons look great tonight Myka" Myka winced at the comment; she didn't like it when people talked about her body. "Imagine I'm punching you right now"

"Ouch!" yelled Pete "I just walked into a door".

Myka began to giggle loudly but then all of a sudden the smile fell from her face, she saw something familiar, someone familiar, someone she shouldn't be seeing at all.

"Myka are you ok?" echoed Pete down the microphone.

"Yes Pete I'm fine" she replied cautiously not wanting to worry her partner, "Why" she asked.

"Well you'd stopped talking for longer than 20 seconds, that never happens plus normally when I hurt myself you're the first to mock" Myka released a small smile.

"I can tease you if you want"

"No, no I'm good" he stumbled "I'm going to the bathroom, over and out"

The break from having Pete in her head meant that Myka could confront the "problem" which wouldn't be hard seeming that the "problem" was striding straight towards her.

The fabric of her long red dress clung tightly to her enviable curves, the clothing moving gracefully like the woman who wore it. She came to a sudden halt, barely a foot in front of Myka, her raven black hair flowing softly past her shoulders, the tips of the curls gently teasing her shoulder blades. A smile crept onto her porcelain features, warmth being projected from her dark enchanting eyes. "Myka" she smiled revealing her pearly white teeth.

"Helena" Myka replied cautiously unsure of what the woman was doing there and what her intentions were. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping you silly" A frown overtook Myka's face while Helena's eyes scanned Myka's body, "Lovely dress" she smirked in her prominently English accent followed by a wink. Myka's arms wrapped tightly around her midriff as her eyes fell to the floor. "Don't be shy dear" commented Helena, Myka's eyes began to rise as the frown returned to her fine features.

"Myka, you there" Pete's voice once again echoed through Myka's head, he was back from his little toilet break. Myka spoke softly into her microphone, keeping her eyes focused on Helena, not removing them for even a moment. "I'm here Pete; I think you should meet me in the ballroom" she sighed "Now"

"Ok Myk's, I'm on my way"

"Pete"

"Yes, yes, I know Myka not Myk's"

"Good boy". Myka began to grin mindlessly. Helena's eyes began to squint as her head tilted slightly to the side, she saw something in Myka, Pete's words had seemed to of affected her more than they should, not the words themselves as Pete was intellectually inadequate of creating such language which would affect a literary genius like Myka but the feelings that were behind the word, they had touched Myka somehow.

A sudden screech came from behind Helena. Both women snapped out of their thoughts and spun to face the excruciating noise. A woman stood across the room screaming, loud and constant. Hands covered ears in an attempt to block out the sound. The screaming suddenly stopped as the woman began to speak:

"Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law and by the law I am judged to die and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man nor to speak anything of that, where of I am accused and condemned to die and thus I take my leave of the world and of you all and I heartily desire you all to pray for me"

The woman then collapsed to the floor as a wave of exasperated gasps swept the room. Within seconds a tall muscular man ran towards the woman and yanked a necklace from her neck, he stood, glanced at Myka and Helena before running away. It was at that point Pete finally arrived, food in hand.

"What took you so long" whined Myka

"Cookies" he replied simply, mouth full to the brim causing little pieces of food to tumble out of his wide open mouth and onto the floor. He had the doggy look on his face like he had been told of for doing something he didn't understand. Myka simply sighed, this was Pete, why would she expect any different, she then turned and strode over to the woman leaving Pete to figure out what had happened on his own. She fell onto her knees upon arrival, grimacing at the blood trickling from the woman's neck from what seemed to be a direct slice and placed 2 fingers on what clear skin she could find before trying the woman's wrist, soon announcing "She's dead". The room once again fell silent as the party guests began to think about what had just happened at their high class event.

Myka strolled slowly back towards Pete and Helena who stood directly in front of one and other staring into each other's eyes, venom being spat as their word flew from their mouths. "Well I don't trust you" bellowed Pete. Obviously Myka had picked up the end of the conversation and if it weren't it soon would be. "Well it's a good thing I don't need you to trust me" Helena smirked back.

"Ok guys, back to your corners" sighed Myka bored with the arguments which always seemed to follow any interaction between these two. Both Pete and Helena twisted to face Myka, arms loosening and falling to their sides aching from the tight arm crossing which preceded it.

"We should probably get going, we don't want to get caught in the middle of the police investigation which is bound to surround this case" Myka stopped to think for a second before continuing with her orders, " we'll call Artie and Claudia from the car, there's defiantly something very.." Myka paused once again "Artifacy" suggested Pete "Artifacy about all this" Myka finished, smiling at Pete's imaginative vocabulary, or lack of it. Pete mirrored the smile. Myka turned and began walking towards the large marble arc which lead to the hall exit. Pete swivelled to face Helena "Goodbye" he spat rather elegantly in an attempt to mock the composure in which Helena held herself.

"No" Myka sang from across the room, "She's coming too". Helena shot Pete a smug satisfactory grin before following Myka toward the exit, striding confidently with her arms swinging gently at her sides. Pete let out a large grunt of frustration before following the 2 woman towards the exit.