A/N: A heated argument is taking place off-screen. What is being said cannot be determined, but it appears to be important considering how loud the people's voices are getting. Finally someone is heard yelling "Just go do it!"
Immediately afterwards Claudia Donovan stumbles into view. Shooting a glare offset she turns to the camera and smiles. "Claudia here. The Author would do the opening, but he's being a coward since he's got a bunch of zombies hunting him on campus this week."
"It's not cowardly. It's strategy!"
"Yeah whatever." Claudia rolls her eyes at the cowardly author and sticks her tongue out at him before thumbing her nose at him for good measure. "Long story short he's too busy hiding to come out. Though he will pop up for the end note since he's announcing who the readers' favorite Warehouse 13 character is. He also wanted me to tell you that he sucks at writing action/battle scenes so he apologizes in advance if my fight against Myka isn't what you were hoping to see."
Disclaimer: The author still does not own anything that appears in this. Seriously at this rate I'd have better luck hacking South Dakota's power grid, from Switzerland, and shutting it down in the right places in the warehouse to spell out 'Knock Knock' then I do of ever owning the rights to the show.
Claudia nimbly dodged Myka's first attack. Once the Warehouse agent was past her Claudia wound up and hurtled the tennis ball, she was holding, at the back of the woman's head and managed to score a direct hit.
A barely audible growl escaped the woman and she slowly turned and gave the teen a venomous look. Her nostrils flaring she charged at the teen again feinting an attack at the girl's face. As she watched Claudia maneuver around her first attack Myka slammed her free fist into the redhead's diaphragm knocking the wind right out of her.
Grunting in pain Claudia grabbed hold of Myka's fist and pulled her hard towards her. Using this momentum she brought her knee up and drove it deep into the agent's gut. Then taking advantage of the moment she delivered a vicious head-butt causing them both to see stars.
Roaring in anger Myka spun around and executed a perfect roundhouse kick which sent Claudia flying backwards into a shelf. The teen impacted against the shelf so hard it creaked ominously before toppling over backwards with a loud crash sending a cloud of dust into the air.
The dust hovering in the air managed to obscure the sight of both combatants who took this opportunity to try and recover from the damage they had received.
"Myka you're not acting like yourself. You're obviously under the influence of an artifact. Let me help you, and we can get you back to your fun loving self." Claudia called out as she cradled her injury. She wasn't certain, but it felt as though Myka might have busted a couple of her ribs. If this kept up then she might be in some real pain later.
"Shut up Claudia. There is nothing wrong with me. I've just finally opened my eyes and seen the reality of this situation. You, Pete, Artie, even Mrs. Frederic are all out to ruin my life. Ever since the lot of you came into it I've had to deal with cleaning up your mistakes and other people's problems. This is not what I originally signed up for. And I know. The only way I'm going to get my old job back is by making sure the rest of you are no longer around to screw it up!" All rationality had left the Secret Service agent by this point and what she had said chilled Claudia to her core.
Agent Latimer
Pete wandered around the warehouse trying to find his way back to Artie's office. Somehow he had managed to get turned around and had found himself at the Gooery and was now trying to find another familiar location so he could hopefully get his bearings.
"Would it kill Artie to put up road signs or possibly a map? Even a 'You are here' sign would be useful at this point." He lamented as he took a moment to rest. An ominous rumbling and loud crash filled the warehouse at that moment as Pete sighed. 'Guess they're still going at it. Hopefully Claudia can stop Myka before she does anything to rash.'
His break over Pete got back to his feet. As he looked at down the various aisles trying to decide which path to take he noticed a nearby door which attracted his attention.
'Fan Room'. 'What the heck is a fan room?' He wondered. Going over he tentatively opened the door only to be greeted by loud screaming. Before he could react several female hands reached out through the open doorway and grabbed hold of him. With unexpected strength they yanked the poor agent through the door as he was crying out in fear. Once he was fully in the room the door closed silently behind him cutting off his remaining cries.
For several long minutes silence filled the warehouse broken only by loud bangs against the closed 'Fan Room' door. Finally with obnoxious screeching on a level equal to fingernails on a chalkboard the door opened slightly. Red faced and panting from exertion Pete managed to squeeze out through the tiny gap even as hands reached out in vain to try and pull him back in. Once clear of the door he leaned his entire weight against it trying to force it closed. As several of the hands attempted to force the door back open a couple of them attempted to reach around the door and regain contact with the agent. With a sickening rip, one of the hands managed to locate him and proceeded to rip the shirt right off of him. As it snaked back behind the door Pete finally managed to close the door cutting of the cries of disappointment from the people inside. Face red and chest heaving Pete leaned back against the door as he slid to the floor exhausted winching slightly as his pinched sore bum made contact with the ground. Several different shades of lipstick ran the entire length of the male agent's body, all of which appear to have been received from kisses. Several of the marks were strategically situated around his lips and neck and even now he was desperately trying to wipe the lipstick off even as he walked away from the door.
"What the Hell is such a dangerous artifact doing sitting out in the open like that? That thing should be locked away in the Dark Vault, or at least the Escher Vault."
Back at the battle site
With a loud metallic clang Myka brought her sword crashing down atop the one Claudia was holding. The teen grimaced as the forced reverberated through the sword's entire length and shook her arms hard. Grateful that she had put on Don de la Vega's mask Claudia managed to push back against Myka and gracefully rose to her feet. "Give it up Myka. I'm not going to let you hurt Pete or anyone else."
"Who do you think you are, Artie? God you've become so much like him. He's tainting and destroying all of you. Seems I'm the only one who even realizes it." Myka muttered darkly as she charged at Claudia again. With both hands gripping the hilt of Excalibur she brought it crashing down upon the smaller teen and inwardly rejoiced as she delivered a deep cut to the girl's arm.
With speed she did not know she possessed Claudia took advantage of Myka's attack and slipped inside the other woman's reach. With a couple kick slashes of her sword Claudia succeeded in her task and leapt backwards away from the other woman's sword as she took a moment to admire her handiwork.
An expertly carved 'C' 'D' now resides on Myka's once pristine blouse. As the secret service agent looks down at her ruined blouse she feels her rage reach new heights. "Ok." She began icily "Now you're just begging to die Donovan. Hold still and I'll grant your request!"
Diving to the ground Claudia barely managed to dodge Myka's latest slash. As she rolled along the floor away from the agent's increasingly close strikes Claudia racked her brain for a solution. As a shower of sparks soared into the air from Myka's latest ground penetrating slice the answer finally hit Claudia like a ton of bricks. With a swift kick she managed to knock the blade from Myka's hands and took off running down the warehouse aisle in search of a neutralizer outlet.
A/N: And that is where I'll be ending it for now. Though don't worry I'll wrap up their little fight next week, and get back to the comedy. Oh and for those who don't get the reference of Claudia carving her initials in Myka's shirt, she's using an artifact belonging to a swordsman who enjoyed carving a Z into his opponents. But enough about that lets take a look at the results from my latest poll.
"Coming in at number 8 we have the proprietor of the Bed and Breakfast herself…Leena. Tied for 6th and 7th place we have the British bad boy himself and the former ninja herself (At least according to 'Question and Answer' which is hilarious) MacPherson and Mrs. Frederic. "
"In 5th we have agent Myka Bearing followed by her partner Pete who came in 4th."
"What! How did he place higher than me!" Myka cries out.
A drumroll starts courtesy of Claudia with 'Ringo Star's drumsticks' "In 3rd place…the original bad ass Britain, and Myka's possible secret lover (Judging from several stories) Helena G. Wells. And now the moment you've been waiting for. Coming in 2nd with tech knowledge equal to no other…Artie Nielson. Leaving in 1st place the teen who numerous guys and girls drool over…Claudia Donovan!" Thank you to all that participated in this poll.