Warehouse 13: Fan Fiction

Warehouse 13: Fan Fiction: Part 3

Myka and Pete walk into the thrift store that Claudia told them about. A bell on the door rings upon their entry. 

"Cozy" Pete exclaims while simultaneously  playing with a porcelain doll on a shelf. 

"Pete! Stop playing around." Scolds Myka as she takes the doll and puts it back. A short, stocky woman with a malevolent expression on her face enters the room through a door leading off to the back. 

"What do you want?" The woman says, basically spitting the words at the partners. They immediatly take out their Secret Service IDs.

"Pete Lattimer, Secret Service" Pete formally introduces himself.

"Myka Bering" The nasty looking woman peers closer to the identifications. "We're here investigating the robbery that occured here a couple days ago."

"Oh that. That was just some stupid kid"

"What makes you say that?" Myka looks at Pete and then back at the woman.

"They only took a coat. Some guy brought it in a couple years back. No one has been dumb enough to buy it.  Frankly, I'm glad it's gone." She looks at the agents and sighs in agitation. "Is there anything ELSE you need? i have work to do."

"Just one more questiin ma'am." Pete says. "Have you noticed anyone strange around your shop lately?"

"Actually, there's this one creep. He kept walking ny the shop, peering in for no good reason. It was wierd." 

"Have you seen where this guy went after he looked into you're window?" Pete edges closer to the woman, exited to be getting closer to the artifact.

"Yeah. One day i followed him, i thought he was trying to case my store. He went to some apartment building on the corner of Fifth and 3."

"Than you ma'am. You've been very helpful." Pete and Myka start to make their way out of the dusty store.

"Yeah, yeah." The woman waves them off. "And it's not ma'am. It's Marge."

"Bye Marge" Pete exclaims as he and his partner walk out of the store. When they get out, Myka calls Artie on her Farnsworth. 

"Artie, hey. We just got a hint at where our artifact might be."

"So why are you talking to me. Go snag it and get back here." Artie basically screams at the Secret Service agents.

"Ok, just though you should know. No need to get agitated. You know, usually someone in your position would be happy hearing this news." Myka states the last sentance with a little attitude.

"Sorry, im just a little........upset."

"Yeah, that's an understatement. Ok, we'll go follow this lead." The screen goes black and Myka and Pete head off to the apartment building. Once they arrive, they enter the building and start walking up the slightly run-down stairs. The man behind the admissions desk starts to say something but stops abruptly when he sees a Secret Service ID badge and sits back down. Pete and Myka acsend the steps. 

"I wish that lady would've followed this guy long enough to get his room number." Pete looks at Myka and stops.

"Her name is Marge" Pete says and his mouth breaks into a smile as he and his partner continue up the stairs. They are interrupted by a near blinding light coming from a nearby room. 

"Uh, that seems pretty artifact-y." Pete says exitedly.

"Agreed" Myka takes point as Pete follows her. They come to the door and knock on it.

"GET AWAY" The agents looked at one another and then at the door. Pete takes a step back and breaks the door down with his foot. Both agents are showered in extremely bright light and they shield their eyes. The light dies down after a couple seconds and they can make out a figure. The light seems to be emanating from a coat.

"Look, we can help you." 

"NO! You need to leave, I can't control it anymore! There could be more riots!" They edge closer to the man, ripping off his coat and throwing it into a silver neutralizer bag. Both agents duck away from the bright flash that ensued. The light stops and the figure comes into focus. It's a man, about 25 years old, panting and sweating. 

"What are you doing with this" Pete asks, holding up the bag. 

"I'm sorry! I took it from a thrift store. Someone told me about it. A man, he said his name was....er... MacPhereson. He told me that it would let me control any person i wanted just by telling them what to do. I used it to rob some places, but the coat started acting on it's own. Riots started and people were hurt. I'm so sorry!" The man collapses on the ground, nearly in tears. Pete and Myka look at one another and slowly start to walk out of the room. 

"What, aren't you going to arrest me, or kill me or something?" The agents stop, look at the man and continue walking. The man looks at them in an extremely confused manner.

"Who are you people?"

"Secret Service." They simultainiously say without looking back.