The wooded area was not so far away from the party that was not really 'leaving' the party per se.  Or so Petra told herself as she slowly scanned the trees and treeline for whatever had caught her eyes.  Though, that nagging little voice her mother insisted on instilling in her whispered that it was really an excuse to get away from the late arrival.  And the teacher.  She had liked learning under the professor, but she had been a consummate professional.  At least, that was then.  Despite her appearance the woman was easily twice her age and then some.<br/><br/>Pulling her thoughts out of the gutter, Petra's weird eyes focused on the slight movement along...no,<em>of</em>one branch that did not match those of the rest of the wind blown branches.  When you depended on your vision to be able to pick out a hair thin wire in the middle of a black room at midnight so that you didn't tear yourself apart by accident, picking out stealthy movement was all too easy.  But it was not a person; it was....weird.  It was an insect of some sort, a fairly large one at that.  It would have been less remarkable if the thing hadn't been wearing a headset.  Petra stalked it slowly, studying the thing.  It wasn't one of the brood.  Those nightmares were long since gone, and they were still required reading for anyone who was a mutant at the institute even after more than 50 years of safety.<br/><br/>She stopped a short distance from the tree with the very alien looking bug and spoke up.  "Do not bother trying to hide.  I spotted you from a quarter of a mile away, and now I am right here.  You may as well admit that you have been seen."  She racked her brains trying to recall if she'd heard of anythign like this.  But the headset...why would anyone need a headset for an insect?  Unless....the insect's nature was camouflage, not communication.  Was it an alien?  Or....something else?<br/><br/>"You cannot escape now.  You may as well admit that.  I can be anywhere you try to escape to in less time than it take a human to blink.  On the other hand, if you do try to escape, then I can beat you into submission and go back to the wedding."  Not exactly her first choice, but she would take what she could get.  Wait, there was a file she'd read in passing....not someone X-Force had fought, but the X-Men had encountered her a long time ago.  The Hive Mother?  But she'd died.  So...some other insect controller?  "I will tell you what.  You come out and show yourself, and if I think you do not mean us harm, I will let you be, and we can go our respective ways."  Her eyes were focused on the strange looking insectile thing....but it wasn't entirely insect.  It was definitely a mishmash of insect and spider and an unhealthy dose of something else.  It was rather cleverly designed, really; if she had been cursed with normal eyes, she would never have seen the creature at all.  As it was, she could track it pretty well.  If she lost sight of it and it froze, she would not be able to see it at all anymore though, of that she was certain.  "You are a rather lovely little creature are you not?  What genius made you?  You are no natural thing, that is for sure."<br/><br/>Unlike anyone else, the admiration would have been faked, a ploy to get the creature to expose itself further.  It still was a ploy, but Petra did admire the creature; it was the perfect spy.  That headset was very strange though.....