Athena watched in incredulity as Ewan squatted, despite the deadly cloud of sarin gas—mixed with some other component she wasn't sure of —emitting from the safe space, and grabbed the gold bars, the pistol, and a strange necklace that she hadn't seen earlier.
If he wanted all these, why didn't he at least grab the face mask first, which they had left lying around during their intensive search?
What was with this foolish man and giving her a heart attack at every turn? They could always come back and retrieve those items. Wasn't he thinking?!!
Her thoughts, however, seemed foolish the next second when an opening caved in the ceiling and a trail of fire dropped down into the room, leading to combustion.
The bed went up in flames first.
Athena grabbed the journal to her chest, impatient as Ewan dodged the onslaught of flames, and got to her point.
"Fast, open the wall!!"
But Ewan was quite disoriented and couldn't get the patterns right.
