I do not own the right to Warehouse 13, I love that series so I am writing this short story because I was inspired by it. Steven Jinx, is a cool character.
The Wrath Of Ages
Warehouse 13
Prolog; Working Pains
The grocery chain store was mobbed with people pushed and shoved. The over worked staff pushed to their own braking points. The people in the back room as they unloaded the trucks more just seemed to come in.
"Come on sinking panty wastes get a move on, I want those trucks unloaded and reloaded in under three hours or I'll fire the lot of you!" Shouted a tall burly man with a brassily orange beard and short spiky hair.
A worker came up to him. "But, I still need my brake. The law says we have to get one."
"The law says," The dock manager said in a mocking voice. "Yah, well you take a brake now and I'll fire you now, get back to work!" He shouted as he pushed his employ back.
"I don't care if you lose your brake you take it your fired. When you get docked for not taking it, suck it up, it's for the good for the company!" He shouted.
A strange noise filled the air, and the smell of brimstone filled the area. The dock manager suddenly clutched his arm. The other works watched as smoke raised form his now red skin. The man's muscles contracted leaving his face in a twisted grimes of pain.
Moments latter in a South Dakota at Warehouse 13, Artie hobbled down the spiral staircase that led to his room. His faithfull pet Trailer in toe. The rotund man with his bushy hair, beard and equally bushy eyebrows made it to his desk. Quickly he let his fingers danced across the key board .
"We've got a Ping in Massachusetts, ah, I wondered when we'd be seeing something from HIM. Surprise I didn't see it sooner. I'll send Steve and Claudia this should be an easy one. I've got the address in my file."
Before he could call the two agents the computer made another sound. Artie turned around to see his computer. "Another Ping?," He checked his computer again. "A Monster sighting? In the same area?"