A/N: I have no ownership of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Warehouse 13. They are owned by other people, who are not very poor college students. This story is simply an idea I had.
"Okay, Artie, we're here. Thanks, Leena," Pete took the cup of tea the buxom woman had prepared for him.
"What's our next mission?" Myka took the offered cup with a nod, but her voice and demeanor were as businesslike as ever.
"An artifact, just popped up in a Closed Circuit Traffic Camera, in Ohio. Hopefully hasn't moved yet." Artie swung back to the computer, which looked as Steampunk as any of the other items the agent's used.
"So, what is it?" Myka asked after taking a sip.
"An Axe. Old, but like many artifacts, it doesn't show the age." Artie Nielsen typed, two-fingered, on the keyboard, swiftly moving through the screens.
"Who's axe? Paul Bunyan's?" Pete asked, somewhat irreverently.
"Don't know, but it's dangerous. Very dangerous. Here you go, one of only two pictures of it." Artie swung around, with a picture of a girl holding a red axe, apparently running, or jumping, blond hair streaming behind her. The picture was taken from a top view, and almost digitalizing, at the extent of it's enhancement.
"You don't know?" Pete sounded shocked.
"I don't know all the possible artifacts in existence, Pete. There are dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands of possibilities. I need to get it, place it in the Warehouse, before we can identify it. Safety is the primary responsibility here. We do, though, know it's dangerous. The last time it was sighted, just a moment after this picture was taken, the city it was in was destroyed."
"What?!" "WHAT?!" "Wow." Leena was a bit more restrained; she had been working with the Warehouse system longer, after all.
"You heard about Sunnydale, right? That's where this picture was taken. And now it's been sighted again. This time in Cleveland. So, flights are booked, here's your tickets, don't forget your Farnsworths, bye." Artie swung back to the computer screen. Pete and Myka stared, one at the screen, the other at Artie's back. Leena started cleaning the tea set.
Artie swung around. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go!"
The two junior agents blinked, swept their Farnsworth communicators into their pockets, and turned to the exit.