Implosion, part 7
U.S. Secret Service HQ
Washington, D.C.
Myka frowns at Artie over the Farnsworth's screen. "Artie, where are you?"
"It doesn't matter. New orders. You two stay in the hotel and wait for me. I will take it from here."
Myka looks away; she seems preoccupied. "What's the matter? What's wrong? You okay?" asks Artie.
"Yeah. Everything's fine." Myka sounds less than convincing.
"Right." Artie flips off the Farnsworth. He can find out what's really going on later. This takes priority. Mrs. Frederick will have his head for this, he knows, but at the moment, he does not care. James MacPherson is alive, he's in DC, and he has the Honjo Masamune. The sword's tsuba must be kept from him at all costs. And if Artie has to sneak into the Secret Service building for the second time in as many months in order to do that? So fucking be it.
He's got his fake security card in his bag--no time to get his nice suit, he'll just have to hope his street clothes will pass. If someone spots him... well, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.
He comes to it exactly four minutes later, when he almost runs smack into a security guard. Fortunately, Artie's reflexes aren't so rusty that he can't incapacitate the man with a single blow. By the time anyone finds the unconscious guard, Artie will be long gone.
The office itself is no harder to break into than last time. You'd think Dickinson would have stepped up security, but there you are. Wiring the analog codebreaker to the wall safe where the tsuba is being kept is trivially easy; five minutes later, the safe is open, and the tsuba's lacquered case is in his hands.
Just in time for the office door to admit Daniel Dickinson, gun ready and pointed directly at Artie. "You're under arrest."
Fuck. "No, nonono, listen to me," Artie pleads. "I have to take this, lives are in danger and if--"
"No, not for that, Arthur Weisfelt," says Dickinson, his voice quiet but firm. "You're under arrest for treason."
[Dialogue from Warehouse 13 episode 1x08, "Implosion."]
Washington, D.C.
Myka frowns at Artie over the Farnsworth's screen. "Artie, where are you?"
"It doesn't matter. New orders. You two stay in the hotel and wait for me. I will take it from here."
Myka looks away; she seems preoccupied. "What's the matter? What's wrong? You okay?" asks Artie.
"Yeah. Everything's fine." Myka sounds less than convincing.
"Right." Artie flips off the Farnsworth. He can find out what's really going on later. This takes priority. Mrs. Frederick will have his head for this, he knows, but at the moment, he does not care. James MacPherson is alive, he's in DC, and he has the Honjo Masamune. The sword's tsuba must be kept from him at all costs. And if Artie has to sneak into the Secret Service building for the second time in as many months in order to do that? So fucking be it.
He's got his fake security card in his bag--no time to get his nice suit, he'll just have to hope his street clothes will pass. If someone spots him... well, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.
He comes to it exactly four minutes later, when he almost runs smack into a security guard. Fortunately, Artie's reflexes aren't so rusty that he can't incapacitate the man with a single blow. By the time anyone finds the unconscious guard, Artie will be long gone.
The office itself is no harder to break into than last time. You'd think Dickinson would have stepped up security, but there you are. Wiring the analog codebreaker to the wall safe where the tsuba is being kept is trivially easy; five minutes later, the safe is open, and the tsuba's lacquered case is in his hands.
Just in time for the office door to admit Daniel Dickinson, gun ready and pointed directly at Artie. "You're under arrest."
Fuck. "No, nonono, listen to me," Artie pleads. "I have to take this, lives are in danger and if--"
"No, not for that, Arthur Weisfelt," says Dickinson, his voice quiet but firm. "You're under arrest for treason."
[Dialogue from Warehouse 13 episode 1x08, "Implosion."]