"You know just before the woman died she spoke a small passage" Claudia began
"Yes"
"I didn't understand a word she said" Pete responded, causing both Myka and Helena to exhale a sigh in defeat.
"What, were not all English geniuses like you two"
"It's old English" interrupted Claudia, almost as if sensing another argument brewing between Helena and Pete.
"How do you know what she said?" frowned Myka, she knew it was a stupid question, she was Claudia, she was a genius, why wouldn't she know.
"I hacked into the surveillance recording from the evening, copied the file and deleted the original, there was too much footage of you 3 for my liking, we don't need the police sniffing around you guys"
"Thanks" nodded Myka, knowing that there wasn't going to be a response from the other two, both of whom were already pre-occupied scowling at the other.
Claudia smiled, grateful for the recognition before swivelling around on her chair, collection 3 files along the way and continuing to turn until she had reached a full 360. She handed a file to each of the 3 agents before Artie began to explain the content.
"The passage was originally spokes by a one Anne Boleyn"
"Who?" Pete interrupted
"The second wife of King Henry VIII, she was beheaded for adultery" Helena grinned, rather pleased with her answer to the question.
Pete's eyes widened, still unsure of whom this Anne character was. Myka saw the confusion in his eyes and decided to continue Helena's explanation in Pete talk, a way he might understand.
"The chubby ginger English dude with 6 wives, father of Bloody Mary"
"Wait, do you mean Jonathan Rhys Myer's character in The Tudors."
"Yes Pete, King Henry Tudor" Myka sighed, even though it wasn't American history she had hoped that he would of known who Anne was without the aid of a fictional television programme but it was Pete, what did she expect.
"Who?" asked Helena, confusion being projected from her features, similar to the expression Pete had show just moments earlier. Helena was the opposite of Pete, extremely well read but almost clueless when it came to the real world, but what did they expect she was born in the 1800's.
"Not again" mumbled Artie, slumping less than gracefully into the nearest chair, knowing that it could be a while before they could continue with the task at hand. He allowed them to chat for a short while they deserved a little break and to be honest he found Helena's unknowing reactions rather amusing.
"You've never heard of Jonathan Rhys Myers" Pete yelled angry at the thought. "Who are you?"
"Helena Wells" she responded, obviously not understanding that it was more a statement than a question.
"Are you really that moronic that you are unable to retain the knowledge of my name?" she spat back, venom dripping from every word.
"Never mind" Pete exhaled, not seeing the point in explaining what he meant to the rather annoying woman.
"He's an actor" stated Myka, smiling softly at the clueless woman. She was almost like a child; she had her own thoughts and ideas but knew little of the world which surrounded her.
"I think we have all 4 season of The Tudors and DVD at home"
"Perhaps we can watch it together"
"Sure" Myka responded not picking up the hope in Helena's voice.
"Oh but one thing, is it American?"
"No, it's British" but before she could ask Helena why it mattered her question was already answered.
"Oh good, it rather annoys me when a recreation of English history has a cast of whom use an American accent and don't even try to sound or act like the character actually would. From my experience, though little of it there is, Americans often tend to keep their accents."
"Example?" asked Pete, sitting up in his seat just waiting to pounce on Helena for her response.
"Oh Pete, why would I give an example? that would just be rude and rather cruel if you ask me, I am not one to judge and things are obviously different now from my day. Did you know there is a thing called Blu-Ray"
Pete slumped back into his chair which seemed to be absorbing him with its cushioning. It was not worth the hassle to explain what Blu-Ray was to her.
"Anyway" began Artie, getting quite bored of this particular conversation, "back to the case, continue Claudia"
"Right, yes, of course, well you said a necklace was taken from the victim's body, yes?
"Yeah" replied Myka as she crossed her arms and began to frown, "Why"
"Well" Claudia started before spinning to face the computer and pressing a few keys.
"Did it look like this?" she asked sliding away from the screen to show an image of a pearl necklace with a golden B hanging from it. The 3 field agents stepped forward to get a closer look at the image.
"Yeah, it did" stated Myka, surprised that Claudia had found it so fast.
"It has tear drop pearls dropping from the B like the once the woman wore"
They all turned to face Claudia who was grinning. Myka sighed and stepped back, thinking for a moment.
"But you already knew that, didn't you?"
"Yep" replied Claudia, sliding back in front of the computer.
"Surveillance footage showed a clear image of the necklace as well as Pete stuffing his face with god knows what." Claudia shook her head remembering that shocking image, it was worse than the dead body.
"Put that together with the Anne Boleyn freaky death passage and we have ourselves an artefact" she continued, spinning around continuously on her chair, before coming to a quick halt at the sight of Pete's face.
"Death passage?" he asked, swallowing a rather over dramatised gulp.
"Yep" nodded Claudia "It was part of what Anne said before they chopped of her head" Claudia swung her arm in an axe like movement.
"Explaining the slice mark on the victims neck, like it had been axed" Myka began to nod, Helena soon mimicking the action.
"Exactly"
"So what we will be looking for is Anne's Amulet, be careful we don't know exactly what it does yet" Artie began, Claudia soon interrupting him.
"You know other than kill ya"
"Amulet?" asked Myka
"Yeah, it sounded cooler than necklace" Claudia shrugged, happily admitting that she had named it.
"Ok but what do we do now?" asked Pete
"That's where I come in again" Claudia soon began grinning and typing once again at the keyboard.
"This my friend is James Riley, look familiar?" Helena stepped forward and looked at the screen.
"Yes, he's the man who stole the Amulet." Helena shot a look at Myka, inviting her forward to confirm her allegation. Myka accepted the offering and walked closer to the screen, arms still crossed she confirmed the accusation.
"Yeah it is. Do we know much about him?"
Claudia began pressing the keys once again causing a full profile of this James fellow to pop up.
"James Jacob Riley, born October 12th 1984 in Warwick, England, American father, English mother, he studied History and Archaeology at Durham University, graduation in 2006, he now works for his father in London as assistant MD of his company" Claudia explained "Obviously there's some serious family pressure there, going from History to running a business is a bit of an unusual jump"
"So how did he get the Amulet?"Pete asked.
"We don't know" replied Artie "We should probably ask him, Where is he now?" he glanced at Claudia hoping that she could give him an answer.
"He just bought a plane ticket from Austin to New York on one of his credit cards, I'll book you 3 on the next flight to New York " Claudia paused for a moment, typing vigorously at her keyboard, "The next flight leaves in 6 hours, you better start getting ready"
"But what do we do once we reach New York" asked Pete, unsure of how the next few days were going to go.
"Find James" stated Artie before leaving the office.
Claudia stood and handed the 3 freshly printed tickets to Myka.
"I'll track him as best I can with the surveillance and spending history, hopefully we can find out where he is staying, I'll call you if I find anything", she shot Pete a small smile before positioning herself back in her chair, facing the computer, "Play nice" she yelled as the 3 agents began to walk towards the door.
"I can't promise anything" Pete replied before exiting, Helena hot on his trail. Myka released a loud sigh; "It's going to be a long trip" she then followed out the door in pursuit of the almost like squabbling sibling who preceded her.
"Have fun Myka, good luck" echoed Claudia just before she left. Myka turned her head just enough to see the young girl.
"Thanks Claud, I'm going to need it".