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Artie shuts the door firmly behind him and leans back against it with an enormous sigh. "That," he announces to no one in particular, "was more fun than I want to have ever again."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Artie lets out a yelp of surprise and nearly jumps out of his skin. You would, too, if you suddenly found Mrs. Frederick standing two feet away from you. "Wha--you--" He sags and runs a hand over his face. "I really wish you wouldn't do that."

Mrs. Frederick, as ever, ignores his discomfort. "So the gate is still active," she says, looking past Artie to the shut door behind him. "I want a full report on what you've experienced there submitted to me tomorrow at 0900."

"Of course you do," Artie mutters under his breath.

"You will also provide regular reports on any unusual activity within Milliways," Mrs. Frederick continues crisply. "Any active dimensional gate is both a potential resource and a potential threat, and should be treated as such."

"How did you--?" Artie stops when he catches the look on Mrs. Frederick's face, that subtle lift of one eyebrow that says 'you don't want to ask that question.' "Nevermind. Is that all? Because I should really get to work on that report."

"No." Mrs. Frederick nods to her bodyguard, who hands Artie a manila envelope. "Our list of potential new Agents has been narrowed down to two. Familiarize yourself with their dossiers; I'll be approaching them at the earliest opportunity."

"Right. Thank you." Artie fumbles with the string on the envelope. "Two at a time, huh? The last time we had two new Agents at the same time was..." He trails off as he realizes he's alone again. "...and you're gone already. Of course."

As he starts the long walk to the office, Artie thumbs through his future coworker's dossiers. They're both Secret Service agents stationed in DC: Pete Lattimer and Myka Bering.

He looks forward to working with them.
doyousmellfudge_archive: (research)
Artie's been in Milliways for a full month now and still has no solid lead on the damn vampire. It would help, he reflects, if the place had any semblance of organization. It was two weeks before he discovered the library, and he's still trying to make heads or tails out of the cataloging system or lack thereof. Some parts are well-organized; others are well-organized according to a completely different schema; but the majority of the books seem to be just thrown together willy-nilly. Not unlike the Warehouse, only more so.

(Speaking of which, Artie would give his left testicle to have this intact first-edition copy of the Spates Catalogue of Other-Worldely Denyzenns and Desygnationes back home. But given that the thing is an illuminated volume almost the size of the table it's sitting on, it'd be difficult to sneak out of the building.)


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Arthur "Artie" Nielsen

November 2011



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