Jack wanted to reach over and do something to calm John but he couldn't. He was feeling the same rage the other man was, and he swore to God he was going to tear MacPherson limb to limb when they found him. Or shove him in the dark vault and let the artifacts there take care of him. No one took his Fred and got away with it. He knew by the time John and him were finished with the other man, there wasn't going to be anything left of him.
"He used tranquilizers on them," Pete said. Jack turned to see Pete crouching near Fred's and Cait's bags, his purple gloves on. He held up two small needles so everyone could see them. "He must have used the lantern to freeze everyone, then he shot Fred and Cait with these. That would explain how he got away with them."
"Motherfucker," Jack hissed as he kicked at the tire of his car.
He wanted to say more but noticed Artie pulling into the parking lot. The other man got out of his convertible and rushed over to them. "Grab there things and get to the Warehouse," he told them.
"The Warehouse? My fiancee has been kidnapped and you want us to hang out at the fucking Warehouse?" Jack asked with a look of disbelief.
"I know MaxPherson. He took them so he could use them to get to the Warehouse," Artie told them. "For right now, I want all of you in one place. We can organize a search for them from there."