Duped, part 1
Artie's Office
Warehouse 13
South Dakota
"No! MacPherson is alive! And he's loose somewhere in the world!"
"Stopping MacPherson is not your job," Leena snaps at Artie.
"My what?!" Artie almost screams. "Protecting the world happens to be my job. Right now that is being threatened by an insane ex-Warehouse agent who's competing for Artifacts that belong right out there." He points toward the Warehouse proper with the hand that's not currently in a sling.
"Mrs. Frederick said that she will handle it."
"I can do it!"
"Artie?" Leena's voice is tight with barely suppressed tears. "He ran a sword through your chest."
"...I'm alright," Artie protests feebly.
"You could have died! Please, just let Mrs. Frederick handle it, okay?" She crosses the room to Artie's ever-present map board covered with notes and photographs. "This--this is your job, Artie. And you're not doing it. You have Pete, Myka, and Claudia spread out through the Warehouse taking inventory for you day after day! Meanwhile, all of this--"
"--things are piling up," finishes Artie. He knows, dammit.
"Yes. They are."
Artie just shrugs. Leena turns away in exasperation.
"Hey, hey, hey--" Artie leans sideways in his chair to catch Leena's eye again. "I'm pretty hard to kill."
He turns back to the computer screen, but before he can actually get back to work, there is an interruption. In the form of a brilliant light from somewhere out on the Warehouse floor, accompanied by a pounding beat and a female alto voice:
♫ It took all the strength I had not to fall apart, kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart... ♫
"That--that sounds like--" Artie rises to his feet as quickly as he can manage and heads for the balcony with Leena close behind. The light is still present--hundreds of flickering golden beams spilling across the Warehouse--and Gloria Gaynor's voice is still crooning about how She Will Survive.
"--the Studio 54 disco ball," Artie sighs. "God, I hate disco."
Well, they can't just stand here gaping. Something must have set that bastard off, and Artie for one wants to know what it was. The light and music have faded by the time he and Leena make it to the source, but it's still not too hard to find; the disco ball is on the floor, right next to Lewis Carrol's mirror and a pale and shaken-looking Myka Bering.
Pete is there, too, crouched down next to his partner. "Myka, are you okay?"
Myka doesn't say a word. She just stands up, still looking a little shell-shocked.
Artie approaches her. "What's going on? Huh?"
"Ask him," says Myka, and walks away without so much as a backward glance.
[Dialogue from Warehouse 13 episode 1x09, "Duped."]
Warehouse 13
South Dakota
"No! MacPherson is alive! And he's loose somewhere in the world!"
"Stopping MacPherson is not your job," Leena snaps at Artie.
"My what?!" Artie almost screams. "Protecting the world happens to be my job. Right now that is being threatened by an insane ex-Warehouse agent who's competing for Artifacts that belong right out there." He points toward the Warehouse proper with the hand that's not currently in a sling.
"Mrs. Frederick said that she will handle it."
"I can do it!"
"Artie?" Leena's voice is tight with barely suppressed tears. "He ran a sword through your chest."
"...I'm alright," Artie protests feebly.
"You could have died! Please, just let Mrs. Frederick handle it, okay?" She crosses the room to Artie's ever-present map board covered with notes and photographs. "This--this is your job, Artie. And you're not doing it. You have Pete, Myka, and Claudia spread out through the Warehouse taking inventory for you day after day! Meanwhile, all of this--"
"--things are piling up," finishes Artie. He knows, dammit.
"Yes. They are."
Artie just shrugs. Leena turns away in exasperation.
"Hey, hey, hey--" Artie leans sideways in his chair to catch Leena's eye again. "I'm pretty hard to kill."
He turns back to the computer screen, but before he can actually get back to work, there is an interruption. In the form of a brilliant light from somewhere out on the Warehouse floor, accompanied by a pounding beat and a female alto voice:
♫ It took all the strength I had not to fall apart, kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart... ♫
"That--that sounds like--" Artie rises to his feet as quickly as he can manage and heads for the balcony with Leena close behind. The light is still present--hundreds of flickering golden beams spilling across the Warehouse--and Gloria Gaynor's voice is still crooning about how She Will Survive.
"--the Studio 54 disco ball," Artie sighs. "God, I hate disco."
Well, they can't just stand here gaping. Something must have set that bastard off, and Artie for one wants to know what it was. The light and music have faded by the time he and Leena make it to the source, but it's still not too hard to find; the disco ball is on the floor, right next to Lewis Carrol's mirror and a pale and shaken-looking Myka Bering.
Pete is there, too, crouched down next to his partner. "Myka, are you okay?"
Myka doesn't say a word. She just stands up, still looking a little shell-shocked.
Artie approaches her. "What's going on? Huh?"
"Ask him," says Myka, and walks away without so much as a backward glance.
[Dialogue from Warehouse 13 episode 1x09, "Duped."]