In the year 1830, a place called Warehouse 12 was created in London, England. There have been 11 other warehouses before it and countless others after. Helena George Wells was born in 1866 in the Atlas House. She had a brother, Charles, who was the face of the books. In 1893, Helena joined the warehouse. Her partner was David Wolcott and her boss and teacher was Caturanga.
“Hello, Ms. Wells. Welcome to Warehouse 12” Caturanga said to Helena as she entered.
“Hello, Mr Caturanga. I hope I am ready for this job and all it entails” She replied.
“Well then, here is the file for your first mission. Good luck.”
Once she met with Wolcott, they started discussing the case. “It says several lamp posts exploded near Abbey Road” Helena told Wolcott.
“Anyone messing with them?”
“No, no one was near them.”
“Well then, lets go to the scene of the crime.”
After going to Abbey Road, they started investigating. “Untouched, as you asked” The London Constable told them.
“Thank you, sir” Wolcott replied.
“Mr. Wolcott, where’s all the glass?”
“There doesn’t seem to be any. Any idea what artifact could do this?”
“No, but maybe Caturanga knows. Lets go.”
As soon they got back to the warehouse, they asked Caturanga if he knew anything. “No,” he told them, “I haven’t heard of anything like that.”
“Alright. Then maybe we should ask around and see if anyone knows anything” Helena replied.
After asking around, they found someone who knew something. “You saw a clocked man running away? Which way was he headed?” Wolcott asked.
“He was headed down Harlem Street” The man replied
“And he had a large bag” His wife added.
“Thank you. Well, I guess we know where we need to go.”
After walking down Harlem Street for a few hours, they found something useful. “Is that a big bag?” Helena asked.
“Yes, I believe it is, perhaps the one our mystery man had. All that’s inside is a comb, a hairbrush and a shoe.”
“Could the artifact be the other shoe?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me, I’ve heard weirder things on this job.”
“Is that a name? Alfred Carbell, mean anything to you?”
“No, but maybe Caturanga knows.”
“It’s Caturanga, I sure he knows a lot we don’t.”
Once they got back, they noticed something was off. “Do you smell that?” Helena asked slowly.
“Yes, fudge I believe. That’s not good” Wolcott replied.
“Not unless we’re near somewhere that sales fudge, but I don’t think we could smell it here then.”
“No, probably not. Is that Caturanga? What is he doing climing the shelves?”
“Let’s go ask him.”
After they walked down the large spiral staircase, they found him. “Caturanga, what are you doing?” Helena yelled at him.
“Oh, I just to get something. One moment” He replied as he slid down the shelf, “What do you need?”
“Well, we were wondering if the name ‘Alfred Carbell’ meant anything to you” Wolcott replied.
“Well, let’s see. Yes, I believe he owns a watch shop near the square. If you don’t mind, I have an… issue to take care of.”
“Alright, don’t tell us, I’m sure we don’t want to know.”
After they got to the watch shop, they found Mr. Carbell. “Hello, can I help you?”
“Mr. Carbell, is this your bag?” Wolcott asked.
“No, it’s my son’s. Thank you for returning it.”
“Sir, where is your son?”
“At my brother’s house on Surcome avenue. Is he in trouble?”
“Thank you for your help. What is your brother’s address?”
“2286 Surcome avenue.”
Once they got there, they found his brother. “Mr. Carbell?” Helena asked.
“Yes? Who are you?” Mr. Carbell asked.
“Where’s your nephew?” Wolcott asked.
“I don’t know I haven’t seen him for hours.”
“Any idea where he could be?”
“Yes, he goes to the docks to think.”
“Alright, we’ll check there. Thank you.”
After finding him at the docks they started questioning him. “What do you know about the lamp posts exploding on Abbey Street?” Helena asked.
“This morning? My friend said he needed to barrow my bag and head there, he wouldn’t tell me why.”
“Do you know why there’d be only one shoe in your bag?”
“A shoe? No, I don’t.”
“Then I guess we know what we should investigate next.”
Guessing he was best to investigate the shoe out of sight, they returned to the warehouse. Shortly after starting, they found a curiosity. “Is that a key-shaped hole in the heel?” Wolcott asked.
“Yes, I believe it is. All we have to do now is find the key. How hard could that be?”
“Do you really want to ask that?”
“Probably not. It is the warehouse after all.”
“Any way of finding the key?”
“Caturanga probably knows something about that. Let’s ask him.”
“Yes, what is it?” Caturanga said, startling them.
“Where did you come from? Nevermind, I don’t care. Any idea how we can find the key that goes in this hole?” Helena asked him.
“Yes, I believe Ms. Neville can help with. Just wait here for a while and I’ll be back” Caturanga told them as he walked away into the depths of the warehouse.
After several hours, Caturanga finally returned. “It would seem to go to an apartment across the street, apartment 214” Caturanga told them.
“Alright then, thank you. Come along, Wolocott, let’s see what’s in that apartment.”
After finding the apartment, they opened the door just to find an empty room. “Where could everything have gone?” Helena asked, “It’s not like someone could clear it easily.”
“Well, it is near the warehouse after all, anything can happen.”
“Wait, what’s that?”
“I think it’s burnt paper. I think it has an address on it but it’s hard to tell.”
“I wonder if Caturanga knows of something that can help.”
“I do, actually’ He said from the door, “Give it to me. Yes, it is an address. It goes to a pub nearby. Come with me.”
After walking down the block, they found the pub. “Caturanga, why here? It looks pretty normal to me” Wolcott told him.
“Of course it looks normal to you, Mr. Wolcott, you don’t have the experience I do. There that brick” Caturanga replied.
“A brick? Well, alright” Helena said pilling it out of the wall, “Is that shoe behide it? It looks like the one from Mr. Carbell’s bag.”
“Well then, lets take it back to the warehouse and store it with the rest.”
Naturally, shortly after that put the shoes away, they found another curiosity. Adam Helmsworth had been mysteriously murdered, but that is another story for another time.