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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
	At the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, a new exhibition was displaying some new (and some old) ancient artifacts that recent archaeological digs had recently discovered.  Of course, these undertaking had some significant funding by the generosity of Christopher Arthur and his Knights Corp company.  It Although the exhibit contained artifacts from around the world, the majority of showcased the cultures of the Mediterranean.

	Chris circled through the exhibit area as he gauged the responses of the museum patrons.  Most visitors seemed to be at least entertained by the new display of cultural artifacts.  However, while moving about the crowd, he thought he saw someone in the crowd that he believed should not have been there.  There was a red-haired woman standing in front of an Egyptian statue.  A few months ago, Chris had started a casual relationship with a woman named Angela, otherwise known by her handle Archangel.  However, after the Pax Metahumana crisis, Chris discovered that this Archangel was actually just an android.  Something had destroyed all of her equipment, along with her own machine self.  But at this very moment, Chris was looking at a woman who, at least from a distance, resembled this woman, if you could call her that.

	Therefore, Chris started to approach the woman.  He kept telling himself that this was impossible, since Archangel was destroyed, as confirmed by S.T.R.I.K.E.  But he wondered why he had this uncanny feeling about this woman.

	[color=C0C0C0]“Excuse me…”[/color]  Chris began to say.  The woman, once she heard him, turned to face him.  When he saw her face, Chris knew that this was not Archangel.  Even though she had a radiant head of red hair, this woman also possessed golden-brown eyes.  Around her neck, she wore a necklace that had a ruby-colored gem attached to it.  This was one of those moments when you thought you saw someone you knew but when you got close to them, you instantly realized that you were quite mistake.

	[color=C0C0C0]“Pardon me.  For a second I thought you were someone I knew.”[/color]  Chris admitted as he was about to turn away to make the situation less awkward.  However, the redhead spoke up before he could walk away.

	“Don’t worry about it.”  The woman gave Chris a smile.  “I’m Maya, by the way.  Maya Hoffman.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“Well, then.  If we’re introducing ourselves, I’m.”[/color]  Chris, however, was not given a chance to finish his sentence, as Maya did it for him.

	“You’re Christopher Arthur.  Playboy billionaire and philanthropist.  Your reputation precedes you.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“I hope that’s a good reputation you heard about.”[/color]

	“Well, that just depends on whom your talking to.”  Maya gave Chris a coy smile.  Then she turned back towards the statue that stood before them.  “Egyptian art has always given me a nostalgic reminder of home.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“I don’t want to sound like as racist or something.”[/color]  Chris tried to a foot in his mouth as he talked, [color=C0C0C0]“But you don’t quite look like someone from that region of the world.[/color]

	“My mom’s from Libya, although she later moved to Egypt.  My dad was an American archaeologist whose specialty was Egyptology.  I never really saw him much because he was always busy with his work, but one thing I do remember is that he was dead scared of snakes.  He definitely picked the wrong profession and region for that phobia.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“Well, popular culture has not been too kind to our scaly friends.  There’s the Bible, and Harry Potter, and Snakes on a Plane.”[/color]

	“Snakes are not entirely bad.  Like any wild animal, you just need to respect their space.”

	From behind them, Minerva approached them, no doubt intending to remind Chris of some meeting or another that he would had otherwise missed.  However, before she could say a word, the tablet that she held in her hands set off an alarm that was designed to warn her about the presence of a metahuman or anyone of unnatural origins.  The ringing resounded through the exhibit area, drawing the attention of the other patrons.  Although Minerva was quick enough to silence this alarm, the attention it created left Maya flushed in the face with embarrassment.

	[color=C0C0C0]“Anything wrong?”[/color]  Chris asked, knowing what that alarm meant.

	“Just a false alarm.  Nothing to worry about, except for that meeting with the board that is set to begin in ten minutes.”  Minerva brushed off Chris’ concern as his assistant examined her tablet.

	[color=C0C0C0]“Well then, I best be on my way.  Due to my rude departure, will you please give my contact information to Mia here.”[/color]

	“Maya.”  She corrected Chris.

	[color=C0C0C0]“Names are definitely not my strong suit, although being one vowel sound off is pretty good for me.  I hope to see you later, Maya.”[/color]

	After he gave a friendly wave goodbye, Chris then hurried out of the museum so that he would be at his meeting on time, leaving Minerva and Maya standing there in front of that Egyptian statue.  Minerva gave the redhead a glare before handing over the contact information that Chris had requested.  Before Minerva walked away, she only uttered a single sentence.

	“I know what you are.”