Evelyn composed herself before she strode into Stevenson’s office, briefcase clutched tightly in her hands, and set it on the desk.
Stevenson turned a critical eye towards the case, not bothering to even glance at her. She waited, anticipation building as Stevenson continued to study the case intensely. The heck is this guy looking for on that stupid thing. It has no identifying marks on it.
After five minutes of staring at the case, Stevenson finally looked up.
“I see you’ve acquired it,” he said, finally meeting her eyes.
She bit back a retort and nodded.
“I want you to get this opened and get started on the key and the door. I believe the team has uncovered some promising leads that could lead us straight to the door. Which one you pursue first is entirely up to you but they must both be done.”
“What about the other case?” asked Evelyn, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“It is of no concern at the moment,” he said, an air of finality in his voice. Evelyn wasn’t going to take that though. You made me puncture a freaking lung trying to get both cases. You better have an explanation.
“No buts, leave now and get started. I don’t like to have to repeat myself,” he said, voice low and deliberate.
Evelyn nodded and grabbed the case off the desk, striding out, head held high. She marched towards the room where the research for the door was taking place. Guess I’ll see what those morons have dug up and then decide.
She quickened her pace, marching along the battleworn corridor towards her destination. As she walked she remembered the accusation that the stupid dirt man had been about to level at her. That idiot has no idea what he’s talking about. He has no idea.
She was broken out of her reverie as she arrived at the doors. She stepped inside.
It was just as busy as it had been the last time she had been in there. The only difference was that there appeared to be some purpose now. It no longer looked like everyone was running around doing whatever they felt like. There were teams of people each poring over separate artefacts, maps and computer screens. Guess they did actually find some clues. That would be a first for these morons.
Still lost in thought, she wandered over to a table at the center of the room and plopped down the briefcase, slamming it down with a thud to get their attention. All eyes turned to her.
“The briefcase has been found,” she announced, raising her voice,” I will need some help in cracking it open so that we can find the map to the key.”
“Where is the other case?” asked someone. Evelyn couldn’t recognize the voice.
“Not with us at the moment but Stevenson declared that it is of no concern. Hence we shall proceed with this case,” she said.
“Can’t you unlock it yourself?” asked another man, Ford, she recalled, face twisted into a sneer.
“If I could I wouldn’t be asking now would I?” shot back Evelyn,” don’t ask silly questions like that. No who is going to help me get this case open?”
There was a staring contest as each of the cursebreakers tried to stare each other into agreeing to work with Evelyn. Evelyn glanced at them with disdain. How hard is it for one of them to just volunteer? Time wasting idiots that have no sense of the importance of what's happening here. She continued glaring at them as they continued to be hesitant to volunteer. It was almost childish how they appeared like a group of school children asked to volunteer to answer a question.
Evelyn tapped her foot against the floor, the sound steadily increasing in intensity as the wait stretched on and the number of volunteers still remained at zero. After a minute-long wait, and some veiled threats with her hand ‘accidently’ lighting up and glowing an eerie green, one person finally decided to volunteer to help her open the case.
“Thank you,” Evelyn said,” now we can get started on this. Everybody else; go back to you stations and keep working. I don’t believe that we will need anybody else for this.”
She turned to the man that had agreed to help. She couldn’t recognize him.
“And you are?” she asked.
“Rajsina,” replied the man.
“Rajsina what?” she asked.
“Just Rajsina, ma’am. Never had a surname and I don’t think I ever will,” the man said, a guarded expression on his face. Evelyn knew when it was time to avoid pressing for too much information. Not like I need to know these idiots anyway. The less I know the better. They’re all the same anyway.
“Well, Rajsina, I need to know how long it will take to get this open,” she stated, keeping her voice clear and professional.
“This will take a minimum of six hours just to finish the diagnostics, judging by the size of it,” replied the man, the look on his face suggesting that Evelyn had forgotten some basic principle of magic.
“I need this to happen now,” she demanded,” how can it possibly take so long to figure out?”
“That is the nature of a diagnostic,” the man replied, voice remarkably steady in the face of Evelyn’s obviously rising anger.
Evelyn slammed her palm on the table in anger causing a flicker of green light to leave a good sized scorch mark in the aged wood. Don't get ahead of yourself. Focus. Focus. Just because you're impatient doesn't mean the rules of magic can be broken.
“Sorry," she said, looking just a touch apologetic, before she frowned again. "Fine. Fine. Fine. I will look into the clues that the team looking for the door have picked up. You report to me the very minute at which you complete your diagnostic.” This is going to be torture. Waiting six damned hours. At least I can try to find out a thing or two about that door.