Warehouse 13 Fic
Rating: M - all kinds of adult content i'm sure (language, alcohol, drugs, violence, that kind of thing)
Summary: Futuristic AU, kinda, The year is 2120, corruption has poisoned the country and the only thing standing between the mobsters and their goal of chaos, destruction and power is the Warehouse- a system of law enforcement agencies that once started as private detective agencies, now the most powerful and effective crime fighting entity- the only one left uncorrupted. ex-homicide detective Myka Bering is Shanghaied into joining the newest rendition of the Warehouse.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Syfy, and I do not own Warehouse 13 or any of the characters.
AN: This is a brand new AU that i've been working on to keep me from getting worn out with my other work,
Prelude: Welcome to the New World
The future did not live up to expectations, much like it never does. Technological, engineering and even social advances came to a screeching halt in the middle of the twenty first century as war ravaged parts of the tired planet. The armistice that was called to cease the near constant blood shed held in its contracts that all advances in every field of science be shared freely between the warring countries.
Due to the pride of a handful men who had more money between themselves than the combined means of the countries they ruled, since then there have been no major advancements.
The following fifty years bred corruption and a struggle for power in the United States. After the war and countless scrimmages that followed, America lost what remained of its objective sense of morality on its bloody journey back to the top of the world. He with the most money and bigger forces ruled the world, and that became the United States.
The change with it her own boarders was drastic as well. Corruption poisoned the states since the end of the depression in 2030. The era of the mobsters was reborn. They were more cunning, better connected and far more lethal than those that came before.
Law enforcement agencies, judges, senators, even a few presidents were kept snuggly in the back pockets of the most notorious criminals. It was they who were the movers of the pieces on the chess board. It was they who helped America bounce back with their questionable motives and two wars with competing nations- China and Russia.
The presence of these gangs, these mobs, became a normal part of American life. Three competing forces who called themselves family. Their personal grievances and wars, their influences were felt nation wide.
The Hive's strong hold watched over the east coast. Manifestus Fatum had a firm grip on the west coast and half the Sothern states. The Brotherhood's empire expanded in the Midwest and northern states. And they owned and ran everything. They competed with each other constantly over matters of pride, territory, power, everything. They wanted their own states to flourish while destroying the others.
This bastardization of the country lead to what came to be called "The Warehouse." Established in New York City, the epicenter of The Hive's power, they strived for something that had been lacking in the country for a long time: Justice. They began as a private detective agency, an alternative for the citizens to turn to. It steadily grew in size and power as it dismantled the mob's headquarters, and the citizens grew to trust them more than the local law enforcement, long since having transformed into its own volatile gang.
They didn't kill The Hive, however, only caused it to move its stronghold south. So Warehouse 2 was built in Florida. It, too, began small, bat gained trust and power in the community in which it was built.
By the time the plans for Warehouse 4 were underway, a president, uncorrupted by money, power or fear, declared the Warehouse a legitimate law enforcement agency with the full backing of the United States government. He lasted only half of one term before his assassination- unsolved to this day- but his decree remained.
Slowly, Warehouses were slowly erected in many eastern states as they chased the Hive out of each one. Warehouse's in Georgia, North Carolina, Massachusetts, West Virginia, Tennessee, Alabama, Ohio, Connecticut, Indiana and in Louisiana. Twelve in all. They worked hard, each with hundreds of agents and dozens of lawyers, each working to rid their states of the Hive, of all corruption.
What the Regents who created this system of Warehouses failed to realize was that, while the Hive's influence was dwindling, the two remaining mobs still had sure footing in their states, and their power was only increasing with the loss of the competition.
Univille, South Dakota, had been a small in the middle of nowhere town once upon a time, before the Brotherhood had planted its roots there in 2098. The town had been dead, closed stores, poor citizens fighting to survive. They had seen the Brotherhood as a saving grace. They had flooded the small town with money. They built it up, created jobs and a flourishing market, a thriving city suddenly very much alive. It became one of the top five cities in the world.
The Brotherhood was sure to keep this town mostly free of their criminal enterprise, focusing on other cities in their expanding territory. But still it became sick with the crime that infected all major cities.
This was the place the Regents decided to build Warehouse 13 quietly. It was so far from the sister Warehouses, and they knew so little about this new threat, but they felt the need to begin here. They were working in the school of thought that said the best way to kill a snake was to cut off the head. They would keep it a small, covert branch until they could find a way to decimate the Brotherhood as they had the Hive.
Then came the tricky part of finding the personnel they would need. Strong individuals with an incorruptible constitution. Many of their sworn agents were veterans of the latest war in Russia, had high degrees and clean records.
The Regent placed in charge of this new Warehouse took these facts into consideration when she began her search for possible candidates. But ultimately, the list she compiled had the high Regents concerned. They allowed her choices to be recruited, on the condition that she keep them well informed on all of the agents and their progress.
Jane Lattimer agreed whole heartedly. She had a vibe about the people contained in the folders on her lap. Yes, these people were the best possible individuals for the difficult task ahead of them, she was sure about it.
Warehouse 13 would become the strongest, most feared and revered entity in the United States.
