Illusions of Betrayal
HG Wells was a mustache twirling super villain so her escape from limbo prison wasn't that surprising, what shocked the warehouse team to their very core was who helped her escape.
Part 1: The Pledge
Myka eyed the woman standing in their hotel room; she was dressed in a grey pant suit, she kept her arms causally at her side and kept a confident smile on her face despite having two guns trained on her."Hello Agent Bering" she said calmly. "And HG Wells, I have to say I'm a big fan of your work so it is a great pleasure to meet you" she said and extended her hand. Myka and Helena moved closer to her and kept their guns level. That's right" she said with a laugh and raised her hands in the air. "We never actually met." She said still smiling. "Latimer and Jinx never mentioned me?"
"No" Myka replied holding her gaze.
"Alright then, my name is Agent Sally Studkowski, FBI"
"You're FBI?" Myka asked.
"Yep I am, I have a badge it's under my jacket clipped to my belt " Myka walked over to her while Helena kept her gun trained at Sally Studkowski's head. Myka used the barrel of her gun to move Sally's jacket over to reveal her badge. "See we're on the same side"
"And what side would that be Agent Studkowski?" Helena asked her still not lowering her gun.
"The right side, of course" she answered with a wide grin. "The side that is goin' to help you get what you want"
"And what is that we want?" Myka asked.
"Revenge" she replied. "The both of you, well you more than anyone" she said looking at Helena. "Know that the Regents have acquired too much power. They think can just take people willy nilly and put them in the bronzer or in a mind prison" She said pausing for effect. "What gives them that right? Who are they really protectin' by doing that?"
"What makes you think we want revenge?" Myka asked.
"You rescued her didn't you?" she answered. "You didn't think she deserved to be a prison where they can use her mind whenever they felt like it." Myka looked over at Helena than back at Sally."The person I work for was wronged by the Regents and the warehouse as well."
Myka and Helena lowered their guns and put them back in their holsters. Sally smiled at them. She walked over to the table "A bottle of Lafite Bordeaux from Napoleon's lost cellar" She said. "This only holds part of the map you need the others to find the treasure"
"And you know where they are?" Helena asked walking up to her so she was inches from her face.
"I do" She said with wide grin trying not to back away. Helena raised her eyebrows at the FBI Agent. "Do we have a deal?" she asked.
"What kind of a deal?" Helena asked drawing out her words.
"We help each other and we both get what we want"
Helena took her gaze from Sally too look at Myka, who nodded her head slightly. "I suppose we do" Helena answered. "However there is one thing you need to do first" Helena said getting in her face again.
Sally swallowed before she replied. "What's that?"
"Drop the accent, it atrocious"
Sally bit her lip and smiled. "Fine" she replied in an east coast accent.
"So where are the other parts of the map?" Myka asked.
"Right down to business, Bering, I heard you didn't like to waste time" Sally replied. "One part is at the Met and they happen to be having an Exhibition opening tomorrow night. Treasures of the Vatican." She reached into her suit jacket. "Here are the invitations" she said and held them out. Myka took the them from her. "A fancy party, gorgeous dresses the perfect date for the two of you" Sally said grinning again.
"What is it we are looking for?" Myka asked looking at the white invitation embossed with gold lettering.
Sally smiled widely. "I'll tell you when you get there." She told them. "Trust has to be earned, so we will see how this goes and go from there. See you in New York"
"You were right" Helena said to Myka after they were sure Sally was gone. "That was quite simple" Helena expected it to be tad bit harder to get the other agency to come to them. However Myka was right, Sally didn't know that they knew about her and that made it easier.
"Well you are intimidating"
"Am I?" Helena asked with a knowing smile. She then walked closer to Myka. "I am quite looking forward to seeing you in an elegant black dress that cascades down your body…"
"I'm wearing black am I?" Myka asked interrupting.
"Of course you are darling" Helena said as she brought her lips a whisper away from hers, hovering, suspended, waiting. Myka shivered at the tendrils of awareness spiraling through her body, Helena's eyes searched hers. Myka reached up and threaded her fingers through Helena's long dark hair. Helena's mouth brushed against hers soft as down, and then she tenderly covered and parted her lips with hers. Her kiss was slow, thoughtful as if she wanted savor her. Then her mouth left hers to explore a path down her jaw line to the curve of her neck, causing Myka's lids to flutter closed.
"Helena" Myka said in a breathy whisper.
Upon hearing her name, Helena lifted her mouth from the pulse of her throat to gaze up at her, taking her face in her hands, and stroking her cheeks with gentle thumbs. Her eyes filled with desire. This time, Myka took the initiative, and she parted her lips and lowered her lips and recaptured hers, more demanding and heated this time.
Myka pushed her backwards as they peeled each other's clothes off letting the garments make a trail as they fell onto the bed.
There was no thought, only sensations sent in short bursts to her brain. The heat of her body, the comfort of her arms around her, the demand of her lips and tongue and teeth matching her own urgency, her breath mingling with hers, the moan that escaped the back of her throat, echoing hers, the sudden, unexpected aching rush of want and need
Pete walked into his room at the B&B, he tried taking deep breaths to calm himself but he was so angry. He closed his eyes but all he saw was Myka breaking HG out of prison and Myka smiling sitting at a bar drinking shots with HG then using artifacts she stole from the warehouse. He opened his eyes, screamed and swung his arm out over his nightstand; his comic books went flying everywhere. He looked on surprised as a yellow post it gently floated down to land on his Superman/Batman Generations issue #1.
He knelt down to inspect it, it was sticky side up there was writing on the other side. He picked it up and turned it over. It was Myka's handwriting, it said two words Trust me.
Tbc…
