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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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"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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"Um, where are we?"
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Rory would really like to go home and not be attacked by random, malevolent dodgeballs anymore.
"And how do we get back to the Bar?" he adds.
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He gestures at his cheap suit and cheap shoes. Every inch a civil servant.
He shoots Rory a look before looking back to the woman and the man, "...I have a feeling they don't know what we're talking about."
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"How did you get in?" She turns to Pete for confirmation. "No one can get in the front without triggering things and there aren't any back doors." Are there? She can't believe Artie wouldn't have told them about back doors that they should worry about. "And what is a Detroit cop doing in the middle of nowhere, South Dakota?"
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"Um. Yeah - portals. We came through a portal-door-thing leading us from Milliways Bar. That's what we need to find to get back."
Wait.
Something occurs to him -
"Er. Sameth, you said you know Claudia? That means she knows about the door. And Milliways."