Alright guys... I'm sorry about how this story turned out. I really am. I fell out of love with the fandom, and moved on to others for quite a while. I was tired of having this incomplete story sitting around, so I decided to wrap it up. I doubt anyone who read this before will be here to finish it up, but hey, that's just fine. I'm still on the site, believe me, I just don't write too much... See ya'll around!
Pete and Myka stood, silent, as Preston lay groaning on the floor. Pete bent over and picked up the obviously fake artifact. He straightened and twisted the object around in his hand slowly, scrutinizing it from all possible angles. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. No draining feeling, no light, no steam, nothing.
Momentarily perplexed, Myka shifted her gaze to the man who was currently immobilized on the ground, still feeling the aftereffects of the Tesla. Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of Preston's wheezing laugh.
"I was… a decoy. Nothing more, nothing less. You caught me, yes, but where is the real cube? And who is the real thief?" he managed, still cackling.
Pete suddenly dropped the fake, turning to Preston and yanking him roughly to his feet.
"Where… is… the… artifact?" he ground out, the sentence sounding more like a threat than a question.
"You think I'll tell you anything? You're sadly mistaken."
"Pete! Put him down! He obviously won't tell us anything! We'll cuff him and put him in the car. He can use that time to figure out if he wants to change his mind," Myka scolded quickly.
Pete exhaled in exasperation and nodded, pulling a set of handcuffs off his belt and slapping them around Preston's wrists. He looked at his handy work for a second, before shaking his head and muttering to himself. He spun the man around, pulling his arms behind his back. He then cuffed his wrists again, this time looking on with approval.
Frog marching Preston out of the building and to the car went relatively quickly, and the two agents and their captive were soon speeding back towards the police station.
Pete and Myka charged into the station, Pete still dragging a kicking Preston behind him. They blew past the receptionist and continued down the hall towards the examination room they had been in earlier that day.
Pete handed Preston off to a confused looking officer who was about to fill a cup with coffee. This of course didn't please said random officer too much, and he yelled after them.
"Hey! How do you expect me to eat my donut while I'm watching this guy?!"
Myka rolled her eyes as she ran. All the police were the same. Petty fools who couldn't look past a cup of shitty coffee and a donut. It made her look back with disappointment on the time she spent as a cop, wondering and hoping that she hadn't acted similarly.
They continued running, breaking out their Teslas as they went, ready to use them if the need arose. In the car, they had both come to the conclusion that the cube would still be in the examination room, seeing as Preston was sent so far away from the station, so no words were exchanged as they made their way to the door.
"Ready, Pete? Alright, on three," Myka said, taking a deep breath. She counted down quickly, and they pushed through into the room, trying to cover as many angles as possible with their Teslas.
Terrence, who was standing in the middle of the room, simply grinned at them.
"Why hello, Agent Bering, Agent Lattimer. I can't say I'm pleased to see you, but what does that really matter? You're here now, and there isn't much I can do about it. I've run a series of tests on the cube, and come to the conclusion that it is similar to some kind of storage device. From what I can tell, it sucks the life force out of any person who initiates direct, skin to skin contact with it. It then proceeds to store the energy until some outside stimuli forces it to let it go."
"So… you're telling us that you've managed to figure that all out in the last hour, when you hadn't made any progress in the last week?!" Pete said, raising his eyebrows.
"No, you idiot. I made many of these advancements prior to today. I just waited until now to reveal them, as I wasn't quite ready to unleash my life-sucking drone!"
"Your what?" Myka asked, incredulous.
"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head. You'll see soon enough," crowed Terrence, before launching into a very cliché evil laugh. He pressed a button on the table next to him, and a panel slid to the side.
Before either of the agents could react, a drone flew out of the opening, attaching itself to Pete's face as if it were some kind of head crab. He let out a muffled yell, trying to pry it off.
The bit of the drone attached to his face began to glow softly as Myka dropped her Tesla and scrambled to help Pete. She yanked on the back of the drone, but to no avail. The only thing she succeeded in doing was pulling Pete's head toward her.
He continued to flail about madly for a few seconds, before gradually slowing down and slumping to the floor. Myka knelt over him in shock, as the drone pulled away. There were no marks on his face, and he looked no different than he had mere minutes ago.
Terrence strode over to where Myka knelt, and yanked her to her feet.
"Now that my hypothesis has been proven correct, there is little else to do but eliminate witnesses. I've quite enjoyed our time together, Bering. It will be a shame to see you go," he said pulling a scalpel out of seemingly nowhere.
Myka broke out of her trance, but had no time to move before Terrence slashed the knife brutally across her throat, slicing straight through her trachea. She only had a second to emit a panicked gurgle before Terrence stepped back to his original position in the center of the room, letting her fall to the floor alongside her apparently deceased partner.
Even through the haze of pain, Myka knew that she would be joining him soon. They'd had a good run, the two of them. Much better than the less than enticing life she'd lead before being recruited to the Warehouse, and looking back, she didn't think she regretted a single moment of it.
Through drooping eyelids, she watched Terrence leave the room, the drone in his arms, as if nothing had happened. It was sad that it had to end this way, with an artifact such as this being whisked away from right in front of them. She just wished that she'd had a chance to tell Artie and Claudia what had happened. Now they would have to find out the hard way, she supposed. She smiled internally for the last time, knowing that they were both strong enough to pull through, and imagining how the mission of the Warehouse would continue on, as it always had.