Pete cautiously entered the abandoned warehouse, tesla drawn and charged. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, and he looked around. He had seen the black Sedan outside of the building, but right now, it was too dark to see much, nor could he hear anything.

"Hello?" he called out. "Mykes? Claudia? You there?" He received no reply, so he ventured in a little farther, walking around a shelf.

"Pete!"

Pete's head snapped up at his name. "Claudia?" he yelled, breaking into a run towards the voice. "Claudia, are you alright?"

She screamed, and it was so full of pain Pete nearly dropped his tesla. "Secret service!" he yelled. "Drop it!" He had no clue what this Lindy character had, maybe the camera, but to make Claudia scream like that, she obviously had something dangerous.

Following his instincts, he ran around a tall shelf into a cornered off area. As the scene before him unfolded, Pete sucked in deeply.

Myka, strapped to a chair, unconscious. Claudia, also tied to a chair, screaming as a woman, presumably Lindy, held her head and the camera. He also noticed a girl unconscious in a chair, and somewhere in his mind, he realized it was the young girl Lindy had kidnapped, but that wasn't his main concern at that moment.

"Myka!" he called, starting to run towards her. "Myka, oh gosh, Myka, can you hear me?" But when Claudia let loose another gut wrenching scream, Pete's objective changed. "Hey, Lindy!" he called out.

Lindy dropped her hand off of Claudia's head, and instantly Claudia stopped screaming. "What? You want to help too?"

"Uh, yeah, about that." Pete reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver static bag. "How about you give me that nice camera you have in your hand, and I'll only break one leg, okay?"

Lindy snickered. "Like I'd give you anything except this." She aimed her tesla at Pete and pulled the trigger, but Pete had quickly jumped behind a shelf, narrowly avoiding being telsaed.

"Alright, alright!" Pete stayed behind the shelf. "Lindy, lookie here. This camera isn't doing you any good." He stuck his head out from around the shelf and motioned to the young girl out cold in the chair. "That'…uh…Katherine, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, I heard you guys are pals." Pete slowly began to walk towards Lindy. "Look at her now, look what you've done to her." As Lindy's face began to fall slightly, Pete picked up his pace. "She's so young, and she probably trusted you a whole lot. Now do you think she will? I sure wouldn't."

Lindy swallowed. "B-but…"

"But," Pete said, reaching Lindy and holding out the static bag, "if you put the camera in here, that could change."

Lindy looked towards the ground. "Really? It would change?"

"Yeah, yeah it could."

"Could?" Lindy's eyes grew wide. "Not would, but could? Suck on this!" She swung at Pete and caught him off guard, landing a painful hook to his jaw.

Pete toppled to the floor. "Geez, Lady!" He snatched his tesla out of its holster. "Usually I play the good cop, and Myka plays the bad cop, but since you tried to kill her and all, I guess I'll have to do both." He aimed and pulled the trigger, sighing in relief as Lindy fell to the floor with a groan.

"Pete?"

"What? Who?" Pete jumped up off the floor, ignoring the throbbing in his jaw. "Claude, is that you?" He bounded over to her chair. "Thank God!"

Claudia blinked blearily at him. "Yeah, it's me. Want to untie me now? I can't feel my hands."

"Oh, right!" Pete made quick work of the knot, his normally clumsy fingers untying it quickly. "Better?"

"Oh my gosh, yes!" Claudia stood up, wobbling slightly. She stretched out, groaning as blood began to flow back to her extremities. "Hey, where's Myka? Is she okay? Last I saw, Lindy had knocked her out pretty bad."

Pete's jaw dropped. "Right, Myka!" He turned around and ran over to her. He swallowed hard as she didn't move. "Hey, Myka?" he asked softly. "It's Pete. Can you hear me?" She stirred slightly, but did not wake.

"So, I'll bag the artifact? Kay?" Claudia donned a pair of purple gloves and gingerly picked up the camera. "Bet you this'll have a huge flash," she mumbled, dropping the camera into the static bag. "Woah, yes, big flashes. My head is pounding more now, if that's even humanly possible."

Pete nodded. "So apparently this is some paparazzi's camera." He paused, not wanting to continue.

"The downside being?"

"Uh…possible brain damage."

Claudia scuffed the toe of her converse into the floor. "Ooh, that sucks."

Pete nodded. "No kidding." He pushed a stray strand of Myka's hair back. "Oh, please, no." He put his hand back on her head. "She's bleeding."

Claudia rushed over. "As in 'dead in two minutes if we don't stop it' kind of bleeding?" She pulled a mini flashlight out of her pocket. "Here."

Pete took it, shaking his head. "Naw, I don't think so," he said after inspecting the wound. "She must have hit her head on the door handle to the Warehouse after being teslaed." He paused. "Artie saw the blood and actually didn't pass out."

"Wow, really?" Claudia's eyes narrowed as she heard a groan. "Shoot, I forgot. There's this kid named Katherine here, too. Apparently Lindy kidnapped her."

Pete nodded, not taking his eyes off of Myka. "Yeah, I know. You go deal with her, okay? Then call Artie and tell him what's going on."

"Can do, Captain Kirk." Claudia strode over to Katherine, who was waking up from her tesla induced stupor. "Hey, Katherine?"

"Claudia?" Katherine blinked slowly. "What happened?"

Claudia smiled slightly. "Lindy shot you with the tesla." Seeing Katherine's concerned look, Claudia quickly continued. "Not a real gun, just kind of like a Taser that knocks you out." She held up her hands. "No bullets, I promise."

Katherine nodded. "Yeah, alright. I would guess since you're standing there, Lindy isn't being all crazy anymore," she said, "so would you mind untying me?"

Claudia nodded. "It would be my pleasure, just one quick sec." She looked over at Pete. "Just going to untie Katherine first, okay?"

"Okay!" Pete called back. "Myka's not waking up, so I'll call Artie." But as he was picking up his Farnsworth, the door to the abandoned warehouse creaked open, letting in a thin stream of light. Pete looked up, confused.

But then a shadowed figure moved into the doorway, blocking out almost all the light. It was only when the figure spoke did Pete freeze.

"Move even an inch, and I'll shoot."