Enchantress

It was just another average night at C Corp scientific research facility. You patrolled the long empty hallways humming a tune, waiting patiently for the hours to go by.

You walked past your coworker Samantha, a 22-year-old blonde, and gave a smile.

She wore the same uniform as you, black security cap, white polo with company logo, black skirt, black utility belt and black ankle boots.

“Hey how’s it going” you politely ask.

“Oh you know the same old routine” she responds with a smirk.

“Did you hear about that new special item they have in the lockup? Heard it’s from ancient times”, I asked, trying to create conversation.

“Yes, but I have no clue what it is, probably just another useless artifact” she responded quickly.

Suddenly, our radios buzzed, causing me to raise my eyebrows. This is an unusual activity.

“All available guards report to sector D, we have some facility equipment acting up on the scanner. Over”

You and Samantha gave each other a look and began to hurry over to the reported issue.