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The old agent groaned. Pete and Myka roused their boss. Artie lifted his head, realizing that he was finding himself on the floor, yet again that day. He groaned again. If he had the energy, he would have lost his lunch when he realized that he was laying in a growing pool of his own blood leaking from his rather sizable schnoz.
Pete and Myka picked Artie up and got him into a sitting position. Artie squeezed his nose and mustache. He cringed at the blood covering his purple gloves. "Take them off. Take them off." He begged his agents, needing to get the repulsive fluid away from him. He repeated himself until Myka and Pete peeled the gloves off of his hands and threw them away from them.
Myka pressed her fingers into Artie's wrist. "Artie, you have to calm down. Your heart rate-"
Artie's eye darted around the room. He cut off Myka. "Claudia!" He tried to get up, but Pete held him down. "Where's- where is she? Is she ok? Wh-?"
Myka glanced at Pete and said, "Joshua took her to meet the ambulance. But Artie, we have to stop your bleeding."
Artie breathed heavily. He couldn't seem to catch his breath. He heard Myka and so wiped his nose with the tail of his shirt, turning his head away from looking at his own blood. The old man gasped, still huffing, like his lungs didn't work. His pulse pounded in his ears, and his heart was beating out of his chest. He blinked hard. Something that Claudia said to him meant something here. He shook his head, trying to retrieve the memory.
Pete said, "Artie?"
Artie ignored him. He looked down and then remembered Claudia saying, "It's the minerals professor!" Artie gasped, prompting Myka to put her hand on his shoulder.
"Minerals…" He said.
"What? Artie what?" Myka asked.
Suddenly, Artie understood. "The compass! We teleported without the compass! How could I have let her take such a risk! Why didn't I see this?" Artie moaned and cringed as he tried to get up again.
"Hey Artie man… maybe you should take it easy." Pete said, not wanting to be too forward with his rather new boss.
"No! No! It's—" Artie huffed, his eyes darting as if he was feeling something out. "Iron. Iron! At least… minerals. Claudia." He turned and pulled on the desk that he was leaning against, until he was standing.
Artie swayed, but stayed on his feet. Myka and Pete stood in front of him, conflicted between waiting for orders and disobeying them for his sake. Artie said, "Claudia. Where is she?" Myka hesitated. "WHERE?!" Artie yelled sharply, making both of them jump.
"Out front." Myka gave in.
Artie brushed by the both of them and stumbled to the few stairs leading up to the entry way.
Pete shrugged at Myka who huffed. They both rushed after him.