Purpose

==Chapter 1: Do I Really Belong?==
Megan walked through the aisles of the Warehouse, a destination without a purpose in the back of her mind. She was walking to the Library, though her mind was wandering. She had been at the Warehouse for ten months at this point, and it was honestly the most exciting job she had ever had, and likely ever would. Every day was different, and she never knew what to expect. And yet, despite the excitement, despite the feeling of belonging, despite all of the friendly people she had met...something wasn't right. It was super obvious. She was a nobody.
Well, perhaps nobody wasn't quite right. But then again, compared to everyone around her, she certainly felt like it. She had nothing unique going for her; certainly nothing when compared to everyone else she had met. Myka and Pete were Secret Service agents with amazing intellect and powerful vibes, respectively; Claudia was a tech genius and Warehouse whisperer; Steve was ATF and a human lie detector; Artie was single-handedly the most knowledgeable person about the Warehouse and had great intelligence as well; Aden was a powerful meta-human with spacial powers; Juan had...well, she knew it was some kind of time power, though she had never seen it; Garrett could turn into a fox and had powerful empathic abilities (at least to her); and Felix was basically a human cat. And then there was her: a high school graduate. Compared to everyone else, she was nothing.
This wasn't the first time the thought had crossed her mind, of course. It was hard not to notice as soon as she got to know everyone that she stood out like a sore thumb. About the only thing she had on everyone else was a strong imagination, and that wasn't a useful skill. So...why was she here? All those months ago, Mrs. Frederic told her that she had particular skills, and that was why she had been recruited. And yet...what skills? She certainly couldn't memorize the entire Manual or Warehouse inventory, and she couldn't shoot lasers out of her eyes or turn into a bear. So, what was her purpose here?
She had asked Artie one time why she had been recruited, though his response had not been super helpful.
"I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that, Megan. But I assure you, Mrs. Frederic doesn't choose people for no reason. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that she might not have control over the path people take and whether they live, die, or go insane...but she certainly knows how to choose the right people to come to the Warehouse.
As she walked down the aisles, she couldn't help but imagine herself as someone who was more useful. Sure, she had gone out on collections. She had already snagged and bagged several artifacts and got whammied twice. But these skills were learnable, as long as you were careful not to die a possibly excruciating death...or worse. And although she had learned how to fire a Tesla, how to safely grab (some) artifacts, and how to handle certain artifacts to prevent them from acting up, there was still a definite lack of skill. As her favorite movie would describe her: "You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these!"
With all of that combined, did she really belong in the Warehouse? As she pondered that, she ran into ___ right outside the Library.
(TBC)
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