Caitlin continued to work on the inventory as Fred and Myka spoke. When Regan made her comment, she wrinkled her nose. She didn't like the sound of that. Looking over at Fred, she found herself nodding in agreement. Most likely Artie wasn't protecting them from an artifact, but a person. A lot of the artifacts in the Warehouse were worth money since they had once been owned by someone famous. She couldn't remember how many of their cases involved stealing an artifact that was about to be sold by an auction house.
"I agree," she said as she stood from the floor and put a small box on the shelf. "If there's someone out there that is willing to hurt us for these artifacts, then we need to know. Not only so we can help Artie but so we can protect ourselves and each other."
"If my dad is still in a foul mood, we could always spray him with the goo," Regan said. When the others looked at her, she shrugged. "He has done it to all of us before."
Caitlin softly laughed and shook her head. She then looked around before looking at the others. "Looks like we're done here. I'll put up the purple barrier," she said. Going over to the control pad, she typed in her security code. Soon, all the artifacts in the aisle was surround by a glowing purple light.
All of them moved to the next aisle, which contained a row of paintings. It was one of Caitlin's least favorite parts of the Warehouse since most of the paintings had a way of coming to life. They weren't dangerous - just a little mouthy and she really wasn't in the mood.
"I don't like you!" said a painting of a small girl. She stuck her tongue out at Caitlin and crossed her arms.
"Feeling's mutual," Caitlin muttered.
Just then, there was a creaking noise above them as one of the shower heads zoomed by. "Wonder what the boys have gotten into this time," Regan said with a laugh.
"What don't they get into?" she asked with a snort. "As long as they aren't screaming out in pain, I'm sure they're fine."