When John arrived with Cait back at the Warehouse, he expected everyone to be waiting in the office, wanting to see the clock. He also expected that Pete would ready to kill them for the text they had sent to Myka.
Instead, they arrived to a very agitated Artie, who took the bag containing the clock out of their hands before pushing them down into the Warehouse in different directions. When John tried to ask him what was going on, he found himself at the receiving end of one of the most ugly looks Artie had ever given him. Looking at Cait, he shrugged and mouthed to her that he'd see her later, not daring to even kiss her with the looks Artie was still shooting them.
Turning, he headed off into the Warehouse to where Jack, Claudia and the others were supposed to be working. After a few minutes, he found them scanning artifacts for inventory.
"Wow, what the hell crawled up Artie's butt and died?" he asked them.
"Mrs. Frederic," Claudia said as she handed him a scanner from the case sitting next to her.
John grimaced. "That's really not an image I wanted."
"Dude, you were the one that phrased it that way," she pointed out.
"Yeah, I know," he said before looking at Jack and Pete. "Why in the heck did he split us up? We get plenty of work done when we work together."