Simon smiled at Wyatt after he had agreed to his little idea. Then, he brought a champagne bottle or what looked like a champagne bottle out form behind his back. As Wyatt came closer he saw it was a champagne bottle made from wood. It had engravings over it in deep red cuts over its surface. One of the engravings was a large bird with its wings open wide in flight and the other engraving right beside it was one of fire.

"Forgive me, sire, but I already trapped her for you." Simon told him as he was handed the heavy wooden bottle.

Wyatt looked down on the bottle slightly skeptical. When he had heard of this Phoenix he had thought it would be a person standing before him. He hadn't expected it to be a heavy wooden champagne bottle. "She's in here? What is a genie?"

He hated genies. They were tricky creatures. They had ruined a few things for his family a few times and he hated them for that. If anything he would burn the genie alive if that was what a Phoenix actually was.

"Oh, no, sire. I just found that the bottle was the easiest way to preserve her without a fight."

"Right. Why's that?" Wyatt asked as he rolled the bottle around in his hands.

He smiled as he felt mischievous. He looked over at Simeon and then he pretended tp lose grip on the bottle. It was flying to the floor to shatter in a matter of seconds as Simon's eyes glazed over in panic. Simon reached out his old hands and grabbed the bottle before it hit. Heavily breathing he cradled the bottle to him.

"A little close there, aren't we?" Wyatt asked him.

"Sire, this is no laughing matter. If she had not been returned to the flames she would have died!" Simon cried out in anger. Then, he quickly changed gears as he saw Wyatt's face and informed him, "Sire, she is a Phoenix. Once I ensnared her she could have easily remade herself. Before she could, however, I trapped her ashes inside of this bottle. Once her ashes are sent into flames she will remade. Then, you will have the upper hand since you have her very captive bottle. She will have to do what you command. If you choose to pay her then do so, but she will have to do what you say no matter what."

"Hmm. Simon, you are getting a raise." Wyatt told him as he took the bottle back and went towards the gargoyle design infested fireplace.

"Thank you, sire."

"Oh, no, thank you. Now, I don't have to do any effort. All I have to do is threaten the Phoenix a little and she'll have to do my bidding."

Wyatt took the bottle to the golden orange flames. He took the stopper in it out and threw the ashes that were trapped inside the bottle out onto the furious flames waiting for her. A second past witout the slightest hint of a Phoenix in which Wyatt looked back at his first man for.

"Don't tell me the batteries aren't working," he growled.

Then, the gray ashes resonated in circles around him. Wyatt took a few steps back onto the carpeted maroon floor. He watched in excitement as the ashes splashed onto the carpet as well. There they glowed the bright fiery golden red as the flames they had just escaped from.

Then, they all came together in a swirling high speed hurricane of motion. When they were finished the ashes joined together and stopped flaming the golden color of the flames. Now, in that tarnished unglowing spot a girl had formed.

She was kneeling on the floor. Her breath was coming fast as she looked up around herself at the new settings. She looked foreign to him with dark skin and chocolate colored eyes that followed him. Her dark eyes came up to meet his. Her caramel skin glinted in the candles glow as her features sharpened in the aftermath of the ashes chaotic embodiment. Her long dark brown maple streamed hair flew in her face as she watched him.

He looked her over for a moment and saw that not only was she beautiful and deadly like he liked his girls to be, but she was wearing a nice black leather outfit. It clung to her skin and defined her curves for him as he smiled greedily taking her image in. He had to admit Simon was going to get a nice raise for bringing him this fine gem.

"Where am I? Who are you?" the girl growled as she stood up instantly.

Wyatt smiled and watched her with glittering sapphire blue eyes. "I am Wyatt Halliwell.. I am sure you've heard of me."

"Who hasn't? Everyone's afraid of you." the girl replied.

"Really? I like hearing that. It never really gets old. What about you, beauty? You scared of me?" he asked her intently watching her every move, look, and hearing every tone in her voice as she spoke to him.

"Not until you give me a reason to fear you for myself." she answered in a strong voice.

Wyatt had to admit he liked her instantly. Not only hadn't she lied to him, but she had her own mind. People like that were rare and few. Especially, girls like that.

If Simon was right she was powerful too. Perhaps one day he could make her his own bride. Once, he had used and received Chris's confidants powers that is.

He couldn't even imagine the power their child would have. The power that could be used to keep people in check.

"Good answer." he replied. "To answer your other question you are in my humble abode."

"Why did you bring me here? You're all powerful you don't need a Phoenix."

"Oh, correction, but I do. I need you for a special task to help me with an errand that involves a very powerful girl."

"I assassinate people. I don't help run errands for people."

"Oh, I don't need you to help anyone really. Except for me. You are now under my employ. For now, I need you to go to the rebels and become one of them."

"Then, get yourself a spy!" the girl replied, annoyed.

He could tell it wasn't that she was annoyed by being brought to him or being under his control. He could tell she had had her pride beaten when he had only wanted her to find a girl and not kill her like her job was.

"No, you don't get it. I have spies in there already. Many actuall. I need a girl in there I need you to get me information about the rebel leaders confidant."

"Why? What's so important about this confidant?"

"I need you to become her friend. I need you to get to her and I need you to inform me of everything about her. Once you succeed in this you will learn more about my plan."

"So, what? I become buddy buddy with some girl? Why? Is she powerful too?"

"Not yet."

"Then, why? I get it. Oh, wait, I get it now. You two were together and now she has something that you want back, right?" Bianca asked as she stalked around the room.

Wyatt could see her. She made it look like she was looking at everything around her. He could see she was trying to make herself look angry so she was pacing around the room taking off the attention on what she was looking at and drawing it to her.

He knew better. She was scoping out exits and possible weapons. That was exactly what any good assassin would do whether born one or else made into one their survival skill outranked the others.

"No." he answered.

She looked at him. She surveyed him like she surveyed the room. He wondered what she was thinking. So, he instantly entered her mind without her knowing.

Her thoughts were racing. She was afraid of what would happen if she said no. She was not going to let him know though. She was going to keep her cool until she got out of there. She still had to heal fully. She wasn't up to her best yet and she couldn't try to even fight him now. He was too powerful for her.

Underneath that he felt her hatred. She hated feeling weak. She hated being pulled into this life again. She hated living.

So, she had a death wish. Sending her into rebel headquarters seemed like a good enough mission for her to resolve that. He smiled and watched her. She squirmed slightly. He realized he creeped her out.

He guessed they weren't going to be together in the end anyway. Wyatt's smile grew and he raised his eyebrows. "Simon, I think we have ourselves a partner."

"Very good, sire."

"I didn't agree to your terms."

"I didn't set any terms. Catch up, Bianca. I am the most powerful being you have ever come up against. You can't cross me or I'll hurt you. You can't say no to me or I will kill you. Either way I will torture you until you say yes to me. Do you want me to torture you?" he asked.

She stared at him. He could tell she was wondering if he was saying the truth or not. She was trying to figure him out. It was a waste of time. No one could.

"No," she responded in a low voice.

"Good. Now, my girls will take you and dress you in something more... fitting the part. Then, I will let you in on a few secrets." Wyatt told her.

He waved his hand and his three girls came out of no where and quickly enfolded her in their care and took her away to dress her. The whole time Bianca glared at him as if he were the worst person on earth.

He didn't disagree to that. He probably was, but he knew some people who could do a lot worse.