Maggie stared across the room at the golden idol. She put her hands on her hips. The journey had not been easy, but now, being so close to her goal made all the trouble worth it. Her partner stepped forward.
“Let us hurry, there is nothing to fear here”, he said with a greedy smile.
Before he could complete his first step, Maggie stopped him; she slammed him to the wall, “that’s what scares me…” she exhaled.
Maggie took a deep breath, a mix of stale temple air combined with cool air that wafted through the drafty ceiling now and then. Bending down to examine the floor, Maggie tipped her fedora back as she looked over the various booby-trapped tiles that stood before herself and her prize.
“Stay here”, she instructed the man.
“If you insist, senorita”, her partner smiled and let Maggie pass by.
Maggie calculated each step. It seemed like an eternity between each foot fall. Carefully she made her way across the floor. One, two,