At night, the warehouse was bone bitingly cold. The metal walls and doorframes were cold enough to burn fingertips. Velma turned the doorknob quickly, but the cold still clung to her fingers. She hissed and drew her hand back. "Should have brought gloves," she said, shaking her hand.<br/><br/>Lance raised a finger to his lips, arching one eyebrow. Then he stepped through the door, Velma following.<br/><br/>The main part of the building was huge. The same grey metal walls as before, with cool concrete beneath their feet. There were wooden crates stacked around the room, their contents protected by electronic locks. The blinking blue lights of the monitors was the only source of light in the room.<br/><br/>"So the guards just left on a sweep of the building," Lance said. "Don't shut the door, it'll reactivate the lock."<br/><br/>Velma stepped away the door. "How much time do we have?"<br/><br/>Lance shrugged. "5 to 20 minutes. It's in here, though." He indicated the grey rectangular device in his hand- a time manipulation detector. The monitor was lighting up, and Velma was sure if sound was enabled, it would be pinging wildly.<br/><br/>"Then let's get searching." Velma banged the flashlight in her hand until it lit up. "Send a message to Zara telling her we're close, and our current location." She swept the light around the room, illuminating the far corners. Nothing but boxes. She began walking down the rows, hoping for some indication of what they were looking for.<br/><br/>Lance paused besides one of the crates- one of the few that was by itself. "This one." He crouched by it and investigated it. Then he punched in a code into the lock. Velma was about to ask if he needed to see the written note with the code when the lid slid open.<br/><br/>"Good memory," she said, peering into the box. "Is that it?"<br/><br/>Inside, was a collection of wires and circuitry. The indeterminate mass of machinery didn't resemble any of the sleek technology that the time police used. But then, it was an illicit experiment. And if they were right, it had something to do with the murder of Martin Craye.<br/><br/>Lance passed the monitor over it. "That's it, all right." He paused. "Do you hear something?"<br/><br/>Velma looked up, turning her head to listen. "No, but they're probably coming. We have to move." She crouched besides the box. "Lift the other end."<br/><br/>He moved to do so, but stopped. "It's glowing."<br/><br/>"It's what?" Velma lifted her head, only to see blue light spilling out of the top of the box. "Oh. That's not good."<br/><br/>The door slammed open as the guards entered the room. At that moment, the blue light blinded Velma and Lance-<br/><br/>And then they were somewhere else entirely.