Kick him out

"Out! Now!" You point at the door.

He fumbles with his belt and rushes out of the security office.

The woman rolls her eyes in frustration.

"Oh!" You surmise that she wanted him to stay so she could be released, but too late to stop him. You look in the hallway but he is gone. "Sorry."

The agent steps towards the camera equipment and starts poking around. "When did you last see her?" He asks.

"Probably first thing this morning. Let's say 9 am. In the library."

You watch him adeptly flick through the camera feeds until the museum library appears. He plays the feed forwards until Camille appears. She looked dishevelled even by her standards. Her dark brown wavy hair was in a mess, tangled amongst the headphones resting around her neck and the neck of the sweater she was wearing.

He fast-forwarded through the video. You watch Camille spend the morning pouring over an increasing stack of books before suddenly she jumps up from her seat and chucks her headphones onto the table. Excitedly, she runs out of view.

The agent flicks between different feeds to watch as she runs down a few hallways and out into the exhibit floor.

Both of you watch closely as she rushes through the main exhibition hall towards the atrium when all of a sudden she paused and double takes. You move your faces closer to the screen to watch your colleague step over a security line and embrace one of the statues in a kiss. Surprisingly, although not as surprising as it would have been on any other day, the statue comes to live and embraces her back. They kiss for a while, but you notice the former statue start to turn her around and pose Camille.

He leaves her on the podium before he starts to smash the exhibit glass and toss relics and artefacts at his pursuers.

You and the agent look at each other in shock for a moment before rushing back downstairs to inspect the statue.

"Well damn," the agent says, touching the arm of the statue affectionately. "This is a set-back."

You examine the mahogany statue, trying to ascertain its value to him. It takes a few moments for you to realise you're looking at a depiction of Camille in an aggressively sexual pose. You blush in second hand embarrassment as you look at her exposed body. It's curvier than you had realised.

He unfolds some kind of tablet you'd never seen before and holds it up to the statue. "Medieval, maybe Portuguese. Looks like witchcraft."

"Witchcraft?!"

He looks at you and waves at the room. "That surprises you? You're curator of this place, aren't you?"

You open your mouth to defend yourself but a loud squeal comes from behind you. You turn to see a shaking Nadine, perched on one of the staff chairs with her legs squeezing together and arms tensed. You walk over.

"They're still coming?"

She let her body relax for a second before replying. "This is like ... the fifth one. When will they stop?"

Her big black eyes emit her embarrassment and confusion.

"I wish I knew. There's so much we need to figure out. Can you find John and meet us in the library? I think we can figure this out together."

"Sure, just ... give me a second." She tries to stand on wobbly legs.