The forklift took the crate into the museum and set it down inside the storage room.
<Hey, where are we supposed to put this?>
<What is it?>
<Some new exhibit we just got in. Supposed to be some old legendary warrior from an island in the Atlantic. A Prof. Sardella discovered his body and had it flown back here. He's supposed to be here in the morning to set it up, I think.>
<Hmm. Let's take a look.>
The two men pried open the crate with a crowbar and pulled out the sarcophagus inside.
<Do you think there's really someone in there?>
<Let's have a look. . .>
They lifted the lid off of the sarcophagus and saw the body lying in it. It was large, muscular, and pale skin with a slight greyish tinge to it. It was wearing a traditional La Perditan ceremonial outfit and headdress.
<Pale guy for an islander.>
<Eh, maybe he was an immigrant. A European who went to the island and passed himself off as a god or something.>
<One way to find out.>
The first man reached down and lifted off the headdress.
<EEuughh.>
<What is it?>
<Whatever they used to preserve this guy, apparently didn't work on his face. What little skin there was came off with this mask, and there are no eyes. He is just a skull.>
<Eh! Put the mask back! We don't want them to think we have damaged this new exhibit!>
<You are right. It's almost time for our break, anyway.>
The men walked off, leaving the sarcophagus behind.
. . .Damn. Sounds like my face decayed again. Oh, well. . .nothing to do now but wait for the signal, then open the doors for the others. Grimm thought to himself in the darkness.
