Warehouse
13 – Mystery in the Atlantic Part 1
“Where
is this ping at?” Agent Myka Bering asked.
“It’s
an island in the Villimans Archipelago,” Artie Neilson replied over her
Farnsworth. “Ny Berk.”
“Niberk?”
Agent Pete Laittmer asked.
“Ny
Berk,” Artie clarified.
“Where
is this island, again?” Pete asked.
“Between
Ireland and Iceland,” Myka answered.
“Which
is why you’re going via Reykjavik.”
“Got
it.”
Claudia
Donovan was looking in old Warehouse files. She came across something that she
found interesting. “Ny Berk?” she wondered.
Wasn’t that where Pete and Myka were headed? It seemed that there were
already artefacts from there. That, or the Regents had gathered information on
the island for some other reason. ‘I better find more information.’
Once in
the air, Myka and Pete called Artie again. “Any further information on this
island?” Myka asked. “I know about the Archipelago, that it’s population is
mostly descended from Norse migrations over a thousand years ago.”
“Vikings,
right?” Pete asked.
“Yes,”
Myka interjected.
“That’s
right. Most of the islands have populations descended from the Norse migrations
during the Viking period. Most are either part of Norway, Denmark, or
the United Kingdom. Some are independent.”
“I think
they are either Crown Dependencies or Overseas Territories, not part of the
United Kingdom itself,” Myka interjected.
“Close
enough!” Artie admitted.
“So,
which country is Ny Berk part of?” Pete asked.
“It’s
a Crown Dependency of the United Kingdom,” Artie answered.
“Got
it,” Pete said.
Claudia
found some additional information. “Visited by dozens of Agents since Warehouse
8. That’s interesting.” There was a lot more information than she expected. ‘At
least once per century,’ she considered.
Landing
in Reykjavik, Pete and Myka waited for their connecting flight. “You think
there would be more information here, in Iceland?” Pete asked.
“Almost
certainly,” Myka said. “But our plane will leave in less than an hour.” She
thought for a moment. “Artie could send Claudia.”
“Maybe.”
Claudia
returned to the office. “I’ve found more
information on where Pete and Myka are going.”
“Very good,” Artie responded.
“This is far from the first time the place has come to
the attention of the Warehouse.”
“You
should know by now that artifacts can come from anywhere!”
“Of
course,” Claudia said.
“But the
information may prove useful.”
Flying
into Ny Berk, Pete saw that the island was rather mountainous, with most of the
coastline consisting of cliffs. “There hardly seems to be any place for a ship
to land,” he commented.
“There
is a small harbour on the north shore,” Myka said. “Apparently it takes very
skilled navigators.”
“I don’t
doubt that.”
“Welcome
to Ny Berk.”
“Thanks,”
Myka said. She took out a map of the island. ‘The reports are from the main
settlement,’ she thought.
“Have
you got the lay of the land?” Pete asked.
“Yes,”
Myka answered. “We have to head to the main town.”
They
soon arrived at the main town. It looked rather crowded, taking up most of the
space on a plateau. It also seemed that they had arrived in the middle of rush
hour.
“Is it
that late?” Pete asked.
“It’s
the same time zone as the United Kingdom.”
“Of
course!”
“The
ping came from the middle of town,” Myka added.
“It will
take a while to get there,” Pete groused.
Despite
that grouse they arrived at the location of the ping less than fifteen minutes
later. “Dragon Inn?” Pete asked.
“I have
noticed many motifs of dragons around the town,” Myka said. “I’m sure they have
cultural significance.”
“Or it
could just be decorations,” Pete responded.
“Quite
unlikely,” Myka said. “But we can ask.”
They
entered the Inn. “Hello.”
“Bering
and Lattimer?”
“Yes,”
Myka answered. “We’re investigating the strange occurrence.”
A young
woman stood up and walked over to the agents. “Welcome to Nyberk,” she said.
“I’m Anna Hofferson.”
“Hi,
Anna,” Pete said.
“Aren’t
you on the Council?” Myka asked.
“Yes,”
Anna answered. “I also work here. I was on when occurrence happened.”
“So, can
you tell us what happened in your words?” Myka asked.
“Certainly,”
Anna said.
Earlier
Anna was
tired. It had been a long night. But something was about to happen. One of the
patrons had brought something in and was showing it to one of his friends.
Suddenly there was a flash and the guy went crazy whipping it around
like it was some kind of dagger. Then he collapsed.
Present
“That’s
what happened,” Anna said.
‘That
certainly fits,’ Pete thought.
“So,
where is this thing now?” Myka asked.
“It’s in
the store room,” Anna answered.
“Lead
the way,” Myka said.
