I don't own warehouse 13 …. blah blah blah .
" Excuse me I'm here to see Myka "the man asked quite nervously ,shifting from foot to foot whilst grasping a half eaten cookie .
"Myk …. ahh you mean miss Bering"the woman behind the desk wearing a very flared trouser suit with glasses that perched at the end of her nose witch reminded Pete of one of old his school teacher, who always had it in for him.
" She has gone home for the day , im afraid … is there anything I could do "
" Yeah … im Agent Lattimer " Pete said as he fumbled through his pocket ,pulling out his badge almost dropping his cookie ." Could you tell me where she lives "
Eyeing the badge suspiciously for a moment and with a few taps and clicks of the mouse , Pete was on his way .
Standing outside Mykas apartment building Pete thought to himself I'm going to need some cookie courage and headed to look for the nearest bakery .