Undone

Chapter 6. New Guys

"Which way?" Myka cried, gripping the pocket watch.

"Right?" guessed Pete. They dashed down another aisle of reformed artifacts. Suddenly, a golden light in the middle of the aisle. A blond woman in her 20's, dressed in a mini skirt, over sized boots, and a bright blue blouse appeared. She blinked, holding a tesla loosely in one hand. She looked around her, then giggled.

"Woah. Guess I hung out with Mary Jane a little too long,"she said, still giggling. She looked ahead to Pete and Myka. "Where's Hugo?"

"Uh....." Myka looked to Pete, wondering what to do.

"He and Vanessa are on a mission," Pete smiled, improvising. "Why don't you... go sober up in the office." The girl flashed the peace sign and stumbled off to Artie's office. When she was out of earshot, Pete whispered to Myka, "More people have died here than I would have thought."

"Yeah that's a bit concerning," Myka replied. They raced through the rows of artifacts, taking turns at chance, completely lost. They twisted and turned, asking each other for directions, both guessing. Myka crashed into someone ahead of her; Pete, unprepared, crashed into the both of them. A man stood up. He was in his forties, wearing a pin-striped suit, hair greased back. His tie was deep blue and shorter than average. He looked at Pete and Myka sprawled on the ground, then wandered off, muttering about "today's citizens." Pete rose and helped Myka to her feet.

"Pete," she said cautiously, "that guy looked like he was from the fifties. That means we have approximately 60 years until the Warehouse is in London."

"We could redo all of the damage that we tried to prevent. All of the artifacts we've captured..." he looked at Myka. "We need to hurry." They flew through another aisle, turning right, left, then right again. Pete looked up. "This can't be right. We're at an edge. Look, the balcony." Myka looked up.

"Wait! The balcony!" She grabbed something out of her sock. Upon closer inspection, Pete noticed it was H.G.'s grappling hook. "I had Claudia make me another. You shoot and I'll hold on to your waist." Pete took the grappling hook and shot up. It hooked around the railing and pulled up the pair of them. Myka climbed over the railing, then helped Pete. They surveyed the rows and rows of artifacts.

"Look! There it is!" Pete pointed.

"We're not that far!" smiled Myka.

"Okay let's go!" They turned only to see a pale girl in a short red dress pointing a vintage tesla straight at their chests. She had dark hair, green eyes, and lots of make-up. She couldn't have been much older than Claudia.

"Not so fast, Agents," she said in a breathy voice.