"You're right." Trucy remarked, examining the box in Athena's hands with a frown, her hands pressed to her hips. "The label's all wrong."
Athena tilted the little box around. It was supposed to be Trucy's newest order of equipment for her magic shows, but it appeared that the wrong item had arrived at the Agency's mailbox.
Mr. Wright and Apollo were off dealing with some business at the Prosecutor's Office, so Athena agreed to help Trucy with sorting through her delivery. It was only now that both were sure the box that had arrived was the wrong thing.
"I don't even recognize the insignia there." Athena commented, indicating a small circular symbol on the box.
Trucy sighed. "OK, well, we can just send it back. We've got the stamps somewhere." she said, turning toward the nearest desk.
Athena was about to follow when her foot snagged on the edge of the desk's chair.
"Wh-whoa-!! Crap-!!"
She stumbled right off her feet, and the box sailed out of her hands to crash down against the bookshelf opposite.
Athena hit the floor next, but just as she made to stand back up, the dropped box began to rattle wildly.
"What's in there...?" she asked aloud, propped up on her elbows. Trucy stepped toward the box to check it, but in that same moment, it exploded in a blinding flash of light.
"Ow oww.." Athena grumbled. She'd panicked when the burst of light went off, and in her attempts to move, whacked the back of her head against something.
She heard Trucy cough from in front of her. Slowly, her vision began to return. She blinked the light away to see Trucy sitting down, having fallen over.
"I--...!!"
The first syllable caught in Athena's throat. Behind Trucy, she could see something very wrong.
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