It was early in the morning, so early in fact, that the sky was painted a soft Orange as the sun rose up and out of the sky. The yellow taxis doors slammed shut after two pairs or pristine, polished, black shoes met the pavement. The taxi soon sped away to join the rest of London's traffic, leaving the two young men standing on the side of the pavement to compose themselves. Straightening out their suits and the shortest one securing his hold on the briefcase.
They looked up at the looming museum in front of them. Banners displaying the new exhibit which was the soon to home of the item they were dropping off, Before then looking back down at the briefcase.
"It sure as hell has made our journey more...eventful" The eldest of them joked.
"I'm not sure if I'm ready to part with it yet" The other replied softly.
"It's a museum, Ten. We're always free to visit. Besides Taeyong would whoop our asses if we arrived back still with it. We've brought all the other artefacts to their new, rightful places. Now all we have is this one" Johnny consoled.
"You ready?" The tallest of them asked, offering his hand to the other who gladly took it.
They marched up the museums stairs before Johnny knocked on the glass door.
The museums was closed at the moment, but they were told to be allowed in by the museum's night guards.
"Hello! Who's there?" A long-haired man came to the door, almost uncanny to an anime character.
"Hi there, we're here to drop off an artefact. The museum's director told us to come" Johnny informed as the chilly London air encased them.
"Could you hurry up and open the door please, it's freezing out here" Ten voiced and soon enough the sound of the door being unlocked was heard.
The door opened and the man ushered them in before closing the door softly and turning to them.
"Yeah, the London weather is quite a lot to get used to" The man said with a small laugh. "Oh yeah, follow me" he continued before hurrying off down a corridor towards the museums director's office.
He knocked briskly on the door before pushing it open, immediately a black-haired man was startled and woke up from his slumber. He had been slumped over his desk; a patch of drool had decorated the middle of a short stack of paperwork.
"Ya! Yuta, you should've knocked" the man exclaimed as he tried to compose himself for the new guests.
"And your dad shouldn't have made you director, but we all make mistakes" Yuta retorted.
The man, Na Jaemin from his name plate, was visibly insulted.
"Is this because I scared you last night, I didn't know a man like you could be scared by a floating blanket!" Jaemin fought back.
"For the last time! It had Simon Cowells face on it! I had good reason to be scared!" Yuta replied
Johnny cleared his throat to get the twos attention.
"Oh sorry. You must be Mr Johnny Suh and Mr... I'm sorry I have no idea how to pronounce your name" Jaemin said hastily
"Just call me Ten, but that's not important right now. We came here to deliver the tablet of Ahkmenrah" Ten replied as he lifted the briefcase up and placing it on the empty space on Jaemin's desk.
He briskly flipped open the buckles locking the case, before slowly opening it, revealing the glowing, golden tablet. Its intricate pattern carved into the pure gold brought some level of complicity to the craftsmanship.
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Tomb Raider | Jaeyong
حركة (أكشن)When Taeyong's dad died, Taeyong was raised by the household staff before following in his father's footsteps by becoming an archaeologist... Well to be exact a Tomb Raider. So, when he gets a call one day asking too head to the Jung family estate...
