"Wooow…" Andy stood there slack jawed as he gazed up at the grand entrance to Hal's place. It was a grand, old house, with huge marble pillars dotted all around. Two heavy security guards stood next to each. That was a lot of security.

"Ah, welcome, welcome..!" A greeter seemed to appear out of nowhere, dressed in what looked like an old-fashioned bell boy's suit, he even had the little hat. The man seemed to freeze as he suddenly realised he hadn't a clue who these people were. All the other people were actual important people, worth millions and billions of pounds, instantly recognisable to the greeter. But these people… wait. These most be the Cardiff Police. "Sir is delighted to have actual members of the exemplary Cardiff Police Force in attendance this evening!"

"Too much?" the man thought…

"If you'd like to follow me, please," He gestured the trio towards the entrance. Both the heavy marble doors had been set open, as a variety of guests made their way through them, all adorned in furs, satins, and jewels, and all being led by identical looking greeters. They really were identical! It's amazing what mandatory matching haircuts and uniforms can do to different men. They looked like a batch of robot servants thought Cardiff's Police Force's greeter. "We all hope that you enjoy the party. There are a variety of exhibits and events going on around the house, so be sure to circulate! You'll-"

"Well if we didn't circulate we'd die…" Andy interrupted, laughing nervously as he realised he'd made the whole group just stop and stare at him.

"Yes, very…clever, Sir-"

"You see, cos…"

"Yes, we must circulate blood in order to live, I understand… Sir." The greeter was getting fed up with these guests now, and he'd only been with them a few moments! Why did he have to get stuck with the common nobodies?! "If you're finished now, Sir, I'll continue?" Andy nodded, looking down at the floor. "You'll find these exhibits nowhere else, in fact they come from Mr. Wright's personal collection." The entrance had opened up into what would be a porch in any other house, but looked more like a grand hall in this one, with chandeliers hanging at intervals from the roof, and old master's oil paintings on the walls. "We hope you enjoy your evening here!" The greeter clasped his hands, barely waiting a beat before he paced off back to the door. Hopefully he'd get the heads of the CIA next, or something…

The trio just stood, having trouble taking it all in. The house was beautiful. The fittings, the furniture, the lightbulbs in the chandeliers, every single thing around them was beautiful, and very, very expensive. Gwen thought that even Jack's seemingly unlimited bank account would struggle to cover the cost of just one item.

"Sooo guys, what's the plan?" Andy started rubbing his hands together, walking around to stand where Gwen and Rex were still staring.

"Plan?" Gwen questioned.

"Yer, the T-O-R-"

"I'm pretty sure these guys can spell, dude." Rex interrupted, before Andy gave away the entire ruse. "Look, you are not a part of us, Gwen and I will go off, you… you just enjoy the party!" He hissed, trying not to draw attention to themselves. "Come on, we've been stood here too long," He held Gwen's arm, and the two whisked off together, leaving poor Andy behind. Staring away from them as Gwen and Rex left, he went to grasp onto his body vest that he was no longer wearing, leaving his hands awkwardly resting above his chest. Andy let out a sigh.