The team gathered around
The entire team moved closer as George knelt beside the containment box, his hands moving slowly over the latches. Each click echoed loudly in the otherwise silent room. His concentration was intense, as if even the smallest misstep could bring disaster. Martha hovered a few feet away, craning her neck to see over his shoulder, her nerves coiling tighter.
“Stay back for now,” George cautioned without looking up, his tone leaving no room for argument. Martha bit her lip, the tension inside her reaching its peak. The lid creaked slightly open, revealing just a sliver of what was inside. Her breath caught. “What is it?” she whispered, her voice shaking. George took one steadying breath, then replied with a quiet intensity, “Take a look.”
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