'Let us do something, while we have the chance.'

Just something for the fun of it. Hope you enjoy. I don't own Warehouse 13.

"What really matters is what you do with what you have."
- H. G. Wells

During Season3

Chapter 2—Finding the Answers

Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Day 1

Claudia had heard enough to know that the Regents were in danger. She opened the Farnsworth and called, "Artie, hi." She waited while Artie got to the phone and looked at John, "Don't you guys ever tell each other what is happening?"

John smiled back at Claudia, "Tell him you'll call back. We can talk more about this after dinner when you can join me on my boat."

"Ah, hi Artie. We'll get back with you. We met John Dawes and are going over to his boat," she hung up and closed the Farnsworth. She knew she may have to pay for that, but it was a Regent who told her to do it. "Okay, it's up to you." She hoped that she would get a good explanation.

"Well, first let's enjoy this meal," John spread his hands. "We can watch the boats as they head out." They continued the meal.

Near Colorado Springs, Colorado
Day 1

Myka was driving down the pass. Pete was holding on, "Hey Myks, I've seen the new weapons for the Army. None of those does anything like what happened to the plane. I mean those really were lightning bolt marks."

Myka took the next turn, "Yeah, we'll have to check. Tesla still seems to be the most likely connection, or something like that."

"We can check with Artie," Pete said as he looked out the door.

"My dad should have a couple books at the store. A few years back there was a Tesla conference held in town. He worked in Colorado Springs for a while. I am not sure what happened to him," Myka commented. She concentrated driving down the winding road.

"Wait, didn't HG say she knew him?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, she did. But I don't think we can do anything…"

Pete talked over her, "Well, if we don't find anything, maybe Mrs. Frederic can arrange a brief meeting."

Myka shook her head. Her last meeting with Helena was enough for a while. But as she thought about it, maybe it would help.

Myka parked in front of the bookstore. They got out of the car and headed in. Myka opened the door to Bering and Sons Bookstore, "Mom, Mom. We're here."

"Myka, Hi, Hi. Oh hi, Pete. Welcome back," Jeannie held her hands open. She gave Myka a hug.

"Hi Mrs. B," Pete said as he gave her a hug.

Myka's dad, Warren, came up, "So, what are you in town for?"

Myka looked at him. He wasn't changing, "Hi dad."

Pete went and shook Warren's hand.

"We're here to check on the plane crash that happened near Victor," Myka reported.

"Oh, I saw that on the evening news. They need to be careful up in those mountains. Flying that low in the clouds does not work. Just terrible," Jeannie said.

Pete and Myka looked at each other. Pete commented, "That was fast." They had heard of cover-ups, but that was fast work.

"Mrs. Frederic?" Myka mouthed.

Pete's eyebrows went up, "You think?"

Warren looked at them, "You're not up here as NTSB investigators. So, what happened? Some kind of new book."

Myka smiled, "Well actually, do you still have some books on Tesla?"

Jeannie said, "You mean the weird scientist that lived here at the turn of the century?"

Myka did not connect the time but it would have been about right if Helena knew him. "Yes, that would be about right."

"They're down in the basement. I'll get them. Why don't you get her something to eat? She looks worse than when she left," her dad said as he left the room.

"I'm not hungry," Myka replied.

But she was overruled, "Non-sense. We have a big chicken casserole. It should still be hot. Just follow me."

Pete smiled and rubbed his stomach, "Following."

Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Day 1

Steve and Claudia were behind John as they went out the door of the sailing club restaurant. John pointed two berths down from the building to a yacht that looked to be over fifty feet long. "That's it," he smiled. "It will be easier to stay on board than get a hotel. Plus if you'd like, we can go out to the area where the Manchester went down."

Steve and Claudia followed John on board the sailboat. As soon as they got aboard, the boat started away from its berth. John tried to calm their worries, "We'll get out a ways and then we can talk."

Claudia looked around and noticed that the crew looked like Mrs. Frederic's driver. They handled the boat with ease. John showed them to the cabins below. "There is a double bed aft and another in the bow. And there is a half bed in a room off of each. The one at the bow is to the starboard side and the one aft is to the port side." He pointed to the round bench seat around the table. "Have a seat. The small galley is just around this hulk head. Would you like a drink?"

Claudia smiled as she scooted around the table, "Sure, I'll take an ice tea with lemon."

John smiled, "Right, I almost forgot. I'll have one too. Steve?" He remembered that while Claudia was an agent, she was still under age for drinking.

"A sweet tea with lemon would be fine," he agreed.

"Coming right up," John added.

When he brought the drinks to the table he sat down next to Claudia. "Okay, the rest of the story. As you know the investment banking meeting out in Denver was the target of someone using an artifact. The follow-on investigation revealed the man spotted in the surveillance tape was found dead. Our autopsy showed death by asphyxiation. There was no indication of artifact involvement in his death." John took a sip, "Haven't dealt with that kind of termination since the SS in World War II. Remember, the opposition in this case is ruthless." He saw their heads nod. "Let's see back to the conference, 'Thus with a kiss I die,' may have been my line. You were right. I was to be on the podium. And now you have heard enough to know that something else could be behind the death of Mary Clark, one of our Regents. As you know, the boat was owned by the Parker's of Manchester. Ralph Halder, also known as Manny, had signed for the boat. He took out the Parker's son, Peter, and his friends out fishing. Mary and her husband John were the two guests. They went to a normal fishing area and got slammed by a storm that was strong enough to capsize the boat. And as you learned from Diane, there was something odd about the accident. Then, out in Colorado, we believe that was not an accident."

Steve was watching John the entire time. The facts were the truth, "But there is more. Why would someone be coming after you now? How would they know who you are?"

John smiled, they were learning, "Yes well, that's the problem isn't it." He took a long drink, "This all started with Warehouse 2. We believe some of the items recovered from Warehouse 2 were lost in transit. Artie is out backtracking that."

"So, if you all know this, why do you want us investigating the boating accident, and not…" Claudia started to ask.

"Because dear, we still need the details behind the boating accident. The idea that something is just not right with the accident, does not help solve anything or find the people and potentially the artifacts behind it." John answered almost glaring at Claudia.

Claudia was a bit cowed, "Yes, I meant that it would seem Pete and Myka are correct. We need to guard or provide protection for you and the other Regents."

"Yes well, we believe the best defense is a good offense. Putting you out in the field to find the opposition was determined to be a better course of action," John smiled at her. "Simply, there aren't enough of you to cover all of us."

Claudia frowned a little. She had never considered just how many Regents there were. "Right."

"So, have you heard more about the boating accident?" Steve asked.

"Probably about the same as you. The crew was experienced in these waters. Weather in the area was clear at the beginning of the trip, and forecasted to be nice for the entire day. Weather that capsized the boat does occur in the winter and can come up fast, but this appears to be something else. That's why you are here," John took a drink.

Claudia looked out the window, "So, where are we going?" She noticed that they were picking up speed and seemed to be out of the harbor.

"We are headed over to the site of the accident. I just wanted to see, if there was anything to see," John shrugged his shoulders. "Can't help but think there is something in the area."

Salt Lake City

Day 1

Artie felt a little odd. It had been a while since he was out by himself. That annoying girl wasn't there and he was beginning to miss the incessant questions and prodding. He had been careful on this one. The boy who had been involved in the hacking was not in police custody. Vanessa had called earlier and asked someone to check. She wanted to do a follow-up and the police reported that Tyler Struhl was never in custody. But Artie remembered the discussion with Claudia about him. She was saying he did not know that the virus and its deadly effects were tied to his hacking. Artie had talked to one of the police sergeants and saw the boy into a patrol car along with Claudia. Now it appeared the boy just vanished.

Artie had been to the boy's apartment. There was no trace of him being there for the past week. Mail had not been picked up since the day Tyler went in the patrol car. There was nothing unusual about the apartment. No contact with anyone outside of the electronics shop was apparent. The voicemail from the apartment phone had no calls on it.

He closed the door of the apartment and decided to try the coffee shop Tyler had hung out at the next morning.

Near Colorado Springs, Colorado
Day 1

"Come on Myks, your mom's food is so good," Pete took her hand. He began pulling her into the dinning room. When they were there he could smell the casserole, "Umm, this is going to be great."

Jeannie brought the dishes and casserole into the room. Myka took a seat next to Pete. She looked at the plate before her and started to eat. "Mom, this is good. Thanks."

Warren came back up from the basement. He went to the table, "Here's the book." He put it between Myka and Pete.

Pete began flipping though the book. He would stop at any page with a picture or diagram. Finally he found one with what looked like a giant ball with arch of lightning going to a long tube. "This looks like the early Tesla. Wow, this goes over twenty feet. And over a million volts. Let's nuke a potato."

"Or a plane." Myka whispered.

Pete nodded, "Yeah but look at that. That must be him sitting there."

"Look how big the transmitter is. How could you move that around? It would be obvious to too many people," Myka nodded.

Pete turned the page. "Oh, look at this. The light is being turned on, and I guess there were no wires," Pete pushed the book to Myka.

"Hey Dad, this looks familiar. Do you know where this is?" Myka pointed to the book.

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