Helena walked slowly through the Museum, her eyes scanning every last detail of the exhibit. The last thing she needed now was a mispelled plaque or unpolished statuette. Her gaze locked on the prize exhibit; the Breast Plate of Thinami, which was Greek for 'Strength'. It shone out in the night almost as though it where brand new. Helena felt drawn toward it, almost hypnotised. The armour had been polished so thouroughly she could see her own reflection as she approached, eyes fixed on the centre insignia. She thought she saw a refelction behind her, spinning violently; her heart rate jumped up. But there was no one there. She breathed a sigh of reflief as she turned back to the exhibit. The inscription seemed to glow brighter now, brighter than the armour. Brighter than the lights above. Helena shook her head and blinked several times. She was convinced all the pressure of the exhibit deadline had gotten to her. The inscription glowed again. This time so bright it could no longer be read. A sudden flash erupted from the breastplate and Helena Chalkias was knocked backwards, dazed; confused and barely able to see as though she had been hit by a Flash-Bang Grenade. Through blurred vision she gazed up at a shadowy figure examining the breastplate. It seemed completely uninterested in her and barely even acknowledged her presence. The figure raised it's hand slowly, then smashed a fist through the protective glass, which was supposed to be bullet-proof. Pulling the artifact out of it's case, and completely ignoring the alarm, the figure turned and held it aloft, as though it where a trophy. Then, as though just noticing her for the first time, it turned towards Helena, whos head was still spinning. But the figure had only taken two steps before a second silhouette appeared, at great speed. The latter of the intruders to arrive sent an earth shattering punch to the former's rib-cage. Sending him - or it - flying into a marble pillar. The new, apparent protagonist, glared at Helena, her hearing had recovered enough to hear one word;
''Run!''

Helena instinctively grabbed the breastplate, which had been dropped by the intruder, and rushed through the Museum to the nearest exit; stumbling occasionally as her senses started to come around. She could see pretty well now, and her hearing was partially recovered too. Behind her it sounded as though the two mysterious beings were locked in battle. Eventually she crashed out a back door and into an alleyway, following it intuitively to the street. The entire place looked dead. The 'City that never sleeps' had evidentily been alleviated of it's insomnia. Upon reaching her car at the opposite side of the street, Helena leaned against the passenger door to catch her breath. Realising how inconspicuous she must look holding a piece of ancient Greek armour; she decided to wrap it in a blanket in the trunk of her car. Just then she heard a voice and a man ran over to her;
''Miss. Excuse me miss, are you alright? I was walking past the Museum and heard some loud noises from inside, then I rounded the corner and saw you running...''
Helena turned around and looked up at the man. He was tall - and handsome - towering over her at easily six foot. He looked to be about mid thirties and of scandinavian descent, with short blonde hair and pale skin. Helena felt she might be able to trust him, but remained cautious nonetheless.
''I'm fine. Thank you.'' She replied, ''Just a little shaken. There where some men, in the museum...to be honest I'm not quite sure what happened.''
Helena's heart-rate jumped back up again. The shock seemed to be kicking in, as she leaned her head against the roof of her car and tried to control her breathing.
''I'm Ryan by the way, Ryan Hesling. Would you like me to call the Cops?'' The man asked.
''They should already be on there way, one of the intruders set off the alarm.'' she replied.
The man put his arm across Helena's shoulder to comfort her as she was now shaking uncontrollably.

Sirens drew closer, and within minutes the Museum and it's adjacent street where cordoned off. There where now several police squad cars parked sporadically outisde the museum as two S.W.A.T vans pulled up. Officers where dotted around behind their cars, guns trained on the front door of the museum. In the middle of it all stood Detective Cacey Kelly, standing around five feet ten, with short red hair and sporting a long brown trench coat, a SWAT officer approached Detective Kelly;
''Sir, do you think anyone's still in there?''
''I doubt it, whoever set off the alarm is probably long gone by now, I thought I'd give out a warning just in case. Ready your men to go in, room to room, careful of civilians.'' replied Cacey.
''Yes sir''
As the SWAT team moved into the museum a man approached the corden from down the street, after a short conversation with an officer he was allowed through and approached the Detective just as he turned to notice him.
''Nathan!'' Cacey shouted.
''Good evening, Detective.'' the man replied, with a grin on his face.
''Well...it's never good news when you come to see me at work, so what's up?''
''I was in there Cacey; Khan is here and he's getting stronger.'' whispered Nathan.
Cacey's heart sank; he stared at the ground as though he'd just heard the fate of a terminally ill relative. He took a deep breath;
''Can you fight him if he returns to full strength?'' asked Cacey nervously.
''Yes, I suppose, but it will be hard as hell. The last time I defeated him he couldn't do half the stuff he can do now.'' Nathan replied.
''I guess a trip through Hades really changes a man huh? What about his regenartion process, does anyone ever survive it?'' asked Cacey.
''No.'' replied Nathan, ''He completely consumes their life energy into his but is forced to take on their likeness for a short while''
''So he could be anyone?''
''I'm afraid so...''
''I hate this guy so much.'' quipped the Detective.

Helena was leaning against her car, sipping whiskey from a canteen she kept in the glove compartment. She looked up to see the tall Scandinavian man walking over; he had gone to get a police officer.
''No luck?''
''Amm, oh no, yeah. He said we should follow his car back to the station; no point in doing questioning out in the cold.'' Ryan replied.
''Okay, well I could give you a lift if you want.''
''Yeah sure.''
They got into Helena's car and drove up the street following the police car in front. As they passed the police cordon, Helena looked straight into the eyes of Nathan, who was still speaking to Cacey. Not yet knowing that he had just saved her life.