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Things I've never seen before, behind bolted doors
The disconnection of the Warehouse zipline had more consequences than anyone realizes, yet. When it fell, it knocked several Artifacts off of the shelves. Some are relatively benign; others, not so much.
One of them would be benign, if it hadn't fallen through an air vent and broken open on some delicate machinery.
Deep in the bowels of the Warehouse, gears jam, groan, and grind to a halt. The energies the machine was meant to keep in check begin to build up, slowly at first, but with increasing speed and intensity. If they reach critical mass, the consequences will be... less than pleasant.
Meanwhile, on the main Warehouse floor, a wooden door propped up against a column in Toronto sector--a door labeled "Fixture #768898D, 'MILLIWAYS' DOOR"--has been jostled open.
One of them would be benign, if it hadn't fallen through an air vent and broken open on some delicate machinery.
Deep in the bowels of the Warehouse, gears jam, groan, and grind to a halt. The energies the machine was meant to keep in check begin to build up, slowly at first, but with increasing speed and intensity. If they reach critical mass, the consequences will be... less than pleasant.
Meanwhile, on the main Warehouse floor, a wooden door propped up against a column in Toronto sector--a door labeled "Fixture #768898D, 'MILLIWAYS' DOOR"--has been jostled open.
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The ball doesn't merely deflate; it explodes in a burst of purple-white light. So do the others, in rapid succession. Purplish lightning arcs across the corridor, searing everything it touches.
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(Even if he might be very tempted to.)
He does give a rather impressive yelp and immediately goes to the ground, arms over his head as though it might protect him from the explosion of light.
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He rolled, one of the beams soaring over his head before moving toward Rory, "Are you all right?"
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It's not quite as bad as the necromancer's spell, but feels like a horrible burn and he drops to the floor, clutching his arm and cursing.
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"--how you win at dodgeball! You - go see what just went boom, and I'll catch one!"
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"PEEEETE"
She barely notices that the dodgeballs have stopped.
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He's patting himself down, at any rate, to make sure he hasn't broken anything.
Nope.
Nope, he's all right.
"Are you two -" That's when he spots Sameth; and when he glances up (the yell of 'PETE' is a bit difficult to miss, to be honest), he sees the woman.
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Not that he'd want to of course, "Ma'am? I'm a police officer-identify yourself?"
He reaches into his pocket to find..
no badge.
Great.
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"Special Agent Myka Bering, Secret Service. Who are you and what are you doing in the Warehouse?"
She shifts her balance slightly, preparing to launch herself at them if they try to run.
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So Sameth just leans back on the ground and says,
"Charter, I hate this place."
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Now there are Secret Service sorts involved?
This is not his day.
"Um - look, none of us meant to come here in the first place," Rory explains.
He won't bother to get up yet.
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"...I acted on what appeared to be a suspicious situation that could have threatened the lives of individuals from where we came from." He's not afraid of Feds.
This is going to be a turf war now, he can tell, "These people followed me under the impression that I was in danger. We didn't mean to trespass."
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"Who. Are. You? Where did you come from? And what have you touched?"
She turns her head, hoping that Pete isn't victim #6 of the Baylor Dodgeball.
"PEEEEETE!"
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"We came through from Milliways. I'm Sameth, prince of the Old Kingdom and Abhorsen-in-Waiting. I just did a spell that made those balls explode, I didn't think they'd do that."
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That bloke's a prince?
It's like the start to a really terrible joke: a policeman, a prince and a male-nurse walk into a random storage-room in another dimension.
He hopes the punchline doesn't involve them dying.
(Honestly, it wouldn't be terribly funny.)
"Right. And I'm Rory," he says. "I'd just popped in to see whether someone might've wanted to make sure they closed their door."
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He grimaces, "...Ma'am. This is going to sound really weird. Then again we were just attacked by bouncing balls. I'm guessing you're used to the world."
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She nods, her lips pressed together.
"You'll probably lie to me but did MacPherson send you?"
Where is Pete?!
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"Woo, yeahh!" Pete whoops as he jogs around the corner, holding the dodgeball triumphantly. "Who smells like tuna fish now, Ralph Brunsky?"
His enthusiasm wanes slightly when he catches sight of the three strangers.
"...I didn't let 'em in."
Because he knows Myka would blame him for this given half a chance.
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"We came from there."
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Besides, how mad can believing in Milliways really be if these people have evil, malevolent dodgeballs on their world?
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He reaches into his pocket, "I seem to have misplaced my badge."
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She turns back to Mark and cocks an eyebrow (Eyebrow is now loaded, may go off at any moment). Police, maybe. Local LEOs are always a pain in the ass, but this time, there's no question of juristiction, he's on her turf. Plus, he obviously touched an Artifact, judging by the... rain.
"Detective Hoffman," the emphasis is unmistakable and not pleasant, "you understand that it's going to be a little hard to just take your word on that?"
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"Of course you do."
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He has a much easier time taking the Warehouse in stride than Myka does.
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