Arthur "Artie" Nielsen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doyousmellfudge_archive) wrote2011-07-29 06:17 pm
doyousmellfudge_archive) wrote2011-07-29 06:17 pm
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Nevermore, part whatever
Artie's Office
Warehouse 13
South Dakota
The Artifact has been snagged and bagged. All that remains is the tagging. Well, the shipping back to the Warehouse and then the tagging, but the point still stands. The job is all but finished, and, amazingly enough, no one died.
"I think, Mr. Poe," Artie murmurs as he enters the pen and notebook into the computerized Artifact database, "that when your things arrive, we'll stick them in... yeah. Madrid section. That is, if Leena agrees."
"Arthur?"
Artie starts, but only a little. He was expecting Mrs. Frederick to still be keeping an eye on him after the lecture he got yesterday. (At least, he will claim he was expecting it.)
"Pete and Myka are in Colorado Springs," says Mrs. Frederick as she walks up to Artie's desk.
Artie sighs and scratches at his jawline. "Yeah, I know, I should've tried to--"
"And so is MacPherson."
As if on cue, an alert pops up in the center of Artie's monitor:
Artie boggles at the screen. "Wh-what? H-how did--? He was there the whole time??"
"He had us all distracted. I think that was MacPherson's intent."
Artie barely hears her over the sudden rush of realization. It was MacPherson who sent the book to Warren Bering, but it wasn't for revenge or even just as a distraction, he wanted them to find the pen--
Artie all but dives for the Farnsworth. He just hopes his warning won't come too late.
[Dialogue from Warehouse 13 episode 1x12, "Nevermore."]
Warehouse 13
South Dakota
The Artifact has been snagged and bagged. All that remains is the tagging. Well, the shipping back to the Warehouse and then the tagging, but the point still stands. The job is all but finished, and, amazingly enough, no one died.
"I think, Mr. Poe," Artie murmurs as he enters the pen and notebook into the computerized Artifact database, "that when your things arrive, we'll stick them in... yeah. Madrid section. That is, if Leena agrees."
"Arthur?"
Artie starts, but only a little. He was expecting Mrs. Frederick to still be keeping an eye on him after the lecture he got yesterday. (At least, he will claim he was expecting it.)
"Pete and Myka are in Colorado Springs," says Mrs. Frederick as she walks up to Artie's desk.
Artie sighs and scratches at his jawline. "Yeah, I know, I should've tried to--"
"And so is MacPherson."
As if on cue, an alert pops up in the center of Artie's monitor:
| SEARCH RESULTS: |
| Subject: JAMES MacPHERSON Current Location: COLORADO SPRINGS, CO |
Artie boggles at the screen. "Wh-what? H-how did--? He was there the whole time??"
"He had us all distracted. I think that was MacPherson's intent."
Artie barely hears her over the sudden rush of realization. It was MacPherson who sent the book to Warren Bering, but it wasn't for revenge or even just as a distraction, he wanted them to find the pen--
Artie all but dives for the Farnsworth. He just hopes his warning won't come too late.
[Dialogue from Warehouse 13 episode 1x12, "Nevermore."]
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She flips the Farnsworth open. "Hey Artie, we're heading home."
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"Myka! Myka, listen--Myka--!"
The screen goes dead.
Meanwhile, Pete holds the phone away from his ear with a frown; he's just lost the signal.
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Pete tips his head a little and Myka immediately recognizes the sign. "Vibe?"
He nods and looks up. "Big one. Your dad."
Her eyes go wide and startled and then she turns and runs for the door. "What?!"
The book shop is dark and shadowy and Myka leads because she knows this place like nowhere else. She draws her weapon as she heads for the stairs to her parents. "Is this Poe? Are we back in the Poe thing again?" How can they be? Pete has the pen and notebook.
"I don't know." Pete is right behind her and just as concerned.
They move cautiously through the apartment, Teslas drawn. Through the open arch, Myka can see her parents in the glow of a flickering light, like a TV screen. It only takes a second for her to realize that they're not moving at all. She and Pete exchange a quick glance and then Myka lets her head drift around to see the other side of the wall.
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"You two are good," says James MacPherson with a mirthless grin. "I see why Mrs. Frederick drafted you."
As one, Pete and Myka step into the room, guns drawn on MacPherson, but he holds up a warning hand. "Ah-ah! I kill this--" he indicates the lantern-- "and it's 'lights out' for Mum and Dad."
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"You hurt my father."
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"What do you want?" Okay, Pete's a little more mission focused.
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Pete looks like he'd rather shove it up MacPherson's ass, but he hands the package with the notebook and pen to Myka.
"Let them go." She doesn't hold out the book. "Do it."
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His visage behind the lantern's spotlight is the only thing Pete and Myka see before everything goes white.
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"What was that?" Warren sounds slightly dazed.
Unfortunately, that's a question she has the answer to. "Jack the Ripper's lantern."
"At least now we know where that is." Pete doesn't sound at all glad.
Myka looks around and her heart hurts.
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"He used us. From the very beginning."
"No," Artie murmurs, more bitter and weary than he could possibly say. "He used me."