I don't own Artie Nielsen, or Warehouse 13, but I have a room with whips and chains for the delectable Agent Nielsen.
This chapter will have a lot of Mrs. Frederic in it, so I hope you enjoy.
It took what felt like forever to Claudia before she could open her eyes. After they opened, she wished she had never opened them. It was MacPherson standing over her, with a sneer on his face.
"And where, pray tell, is Artie?"
Claudia didn't know where he was at the moment, and she wasn't about to tell him where Artie was even had she known.
"I won't tell you!"
MacPherson reached into a pocket, but before he could pull out whatever he was reaching for, little footsteps were heard. The both look in the direction of the approaching person. It was Artie, and he was yawning.
"I think I need a nap," the small child said. After a moment, Artie walked up to MacPherson. "Hi, I'm Artie. Who are you?"
MacPherson stared incredulously at the small child standing in front of him. Artie stared back.
"Don't you know that it is rude to stare?" Artie said, without breaking his stare. After a few intense minutes, Artie walked away and sat down on the floor for a nap. MacPherson was still staring. The curly haired child was soon snoring.
Then, MacPherson turned on Claudia. "What did you people do to him?" he snarled viciously.
Claudia, was still sitting in the chair, and the chair was still up against the desk, could only shrug. "I don't know," she said after a minute. It sounded weak she knew, but she didn't know what MacPherson would do, and that scared her more than anything. The guy was nuts! Claudia attempted to get out of the chair while MacPherson was watching the miniature agent napping, but as soon as she was almost upright, he pushed her back into the chair.
MacPherson walked over to stand over the snoring Artie. After a few minutes, he walked back over to Claudia. "All right, I will let him go for now, but I will be back and he will pay for what he has done to me!"
With that, MacPherson turned on his heel and marched out the door. Claudia watched him go, and right after the door slammed shut, she was out of her seat and across the room. She scooped up Artie and the Farnsworth, and hurried into the Warehouse proper, with a groggy Artie over her shoulder.
As she ran past Pete and Myka, she called out to them. "Hoof it, you two." They quickly scrambled to their feet and hurried after her. When they got to the far end of the Warehouse, Claudia stopped and set Artie down, and he promptly kicked her on the shin.
Mrs. Frederic was exhausted. She had not been doing field agent work for some time now. This was what Artie, Pete and Myka were hired for. She hurried down a busy main road, into a dead back road. As she walked down, she pulled out a flashlight. As she pointed the light down the alley, she thought she saw someone duck behind a dumpster. She flashed the light on and off several times before the person emerged from behind the dumpster. Mrs. Frederic took a few steps closer.
"Do you have it?"
The man didn't respond, instead he stared at her. She took a few steps closer, but the man remained perfectly still. Just as Mrs. Frederic was close enough to touch him, he took off running. She rolled her eyes and gave chase. The wind whipped past her as she fought to keep up with him.
As he ran around a corner, Mrs. Frederic grabbed an apple off of a fruit stand outside a small store and threw it. It hit the running man on the back of his knee and sent him pin wheeling to the ground. Mrs. Frederic grabbed him and flipped him over. She quickly went through his pockets, and took the object she had been looking for. Mrs. Frederic smiled at the man as he stood, swearing.
"Thank you. This is just what I need."
She walked away quickly and disappeared around a corner.
Claudia sat back in her chair. The three agents sat on the floor and played quietly, but Claudia was beginning to have her doubt on that. They would look at her as the whispered, and some of the looks weren't friendly. She knew they were up to something, she just hoped she would find out before they made their move.
Mrs. Frederic had almost made it back to her car, when a slender man stepped out of the shadows produced by the news stand outside a small store. She didn't need to turn around to know it was MacPherson.
"Hello James," she said before slowly turning around. "What can I do for you?"
She was facing MacPherson now, and she realized that he looked concerned. He took a step closer to her. "What did you people do to Artie?" he snarled.
Mrs. Frederic smiled gently at him. "Nothing that I can't fix. Why do you ask?"
MacPherson snarled again. "He might be a cold-hearted, unfeeling moron, but I will be the one to take him down, not an artifact!" MacPherson turned on his hell and disappeared around a dark corner.
Mrs. Frederic shook her head and climbed into her car. She had a moment to think about what MacPherson had said to her before her bodyguard climbed behind the wheel.
"The Warehouse, and step on it!"
The car screeched off with the smell of burning tires and dirt flying. Mrs. Frederic sat back in her seat. She needed to get back to the Warehouse as quickly as possible.
Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I hope you enjoy, and if you get this far, please review A free tour of the Warehouse with the guide of your choice if you review.
