"What is that?" asked Pete coming up to the large box that took up most of Artie's office.
"It's a special shipment from England," said Artie breathlessly, as he used a crowbar to open the box. As soon as the sides fell down, the straw surrounding the package flew everywhere..with a little help from Claudia. "Claudia! What are you doing?" Asked Artie angrily.
"I want to see what it is! Cool it Grandpa," she said. And then they all could. It was a large blue box, it looked old, and a bit dirty.
"What is it? A telephone box?" asked Pete. It certainly did look like one, except to a more trained eye. Like Myka's for example.
"No Pete. It's a police call box," she said smacking him in the stomach.
"So a telephone box," he stated.
"Myka's right," Artie said. "People have been saying weird stuff about this, and I want you to get to the bottom of it." He pointed accusingly at the three of them.
"Okay," Pete said.
"What does it do?" asked Claudia peeking through the key lock, it was dark..not a surprise all considering. It was only a call box, right?
"People have heard weird noises coming from it, and it seems to disappear," Artie said looking at a file.
"That's it? No aging affects, no ways to kill people? It simply appears and disappears?" Myka asked in confusion.
"Well so far. It has the potential to become an artifact. And if it does we need to prepare for any of the outcomes. Claudia move it to the box aisle," Artie said still reading the file.
"How am I supposed to do that?" She said looking at the huge box.
At the same time Pete asked, "we have a box aisle?!"
After a lot of grumbling Claudia finally got the large box onto a golf cart. She wasn't even sure how she managed it. It was quite bigger than her after all. Then she drove it down to the box aisle, stopping occasionally to read the directions Artie had given her.
"What? Turn left at the Carton aisle? We have a Carton aisle? Oh hey look at that." she had just turned left at the Carton aisle, and yes they had one. Finally she found the box aisle and unloaded the large blue box. She set the screen- Artifact: Police Call Box Properties: weird noises. Disappears. And set it as shelved. "See you later," she said patting the box. Claudia started to walk away, when she heard a weird sound coming from the newly acquired call box. It sounded like an electric whine. She turned and ran to the golf cart and drove back to the safety of Artie's office. She did not want to be there when something weird happened. Which was a certainty, especially at the Warehouse.
She ran up the stairs to where Artie was sitting at the table talking with Myka and Pete. They turned as she entered.
"Claudia? What's wrong?" asked Myka standing and walking over to the breathless young woman.
"It started," she said between big gasps.
"What started?" asked Artie standing to his feet.
"The noises," she had finally caught her breath and looked up at them all. "The call box. It started to make noises."
"Did you goo-ify it?" asked Pete.
She shook her head.
"Why not?"
"We don't know that it's an artifact, it might have made things worse," she reasoned..although the real reason was that she was freaked out and had run..but they didn't need to know that.
They all listened to her reason and nodded. It made sense. There was a ping.
"Where's that coming from?" asked Pete.
"The computer stupid. We have a ping," said Myka with a sly smile.
"Haha very funny. I meant where in the Warehouse is that coming from?"
Claudia walked over to the screen, clicked a few things and then paled.
"Claudia?" asked Myka.
"It's coming from the box aisle. To be specific from the Call box...whatever it is it's starting."
They all sat in silence pondering what could have started. Then the panic set in and they rushed about, preparing for the worse.
