Once both of Madison's feet planted themselves inside the secure room, her head didn't turn to acknowledge the sound of the heavy steel door automatically closing behind her.
Despite having entered the room within the heart of the laboratory hundreds of times, the ominous sounds of the locking mechanism never failed to send a shiver up her spine. There was an intensity to the way the thick steel bars would slam into place that raised the small hairs on the back of the diminutive brunette's neck.
After an extended pause, Madison glanced down to complete her final ritual before she felt comfortable enough to proceed. Slowly, she looked down and took in the sight of her protective suit as it covered her entire body from head to toe. The dark blue material was rubber, with only the clear plastic visor surrounding Madison's head affording any information regarding who had just stepped inside the research area.
Standing at just 5'0", Madison's employers at the private research facility had to order a range of special suits to be custom-made for her smaller frame. As one of the security cameras focused on her, it captured a view of her long brown hair tied up into a neat ponytail as she wore a Bluetooth headset underneath the helmet portion of her protective suit. Meanwhile, her grey eyes were full of life as she wore her game face, knowing that she wanted to compete her work and get straight back out of there.
The room which Madison had entered was incredibly spacious, with various pieces of equipment surrounding the perimeter. Above her, positioned all around the ceiling, were various lights and cameras that were operated by an artificial intelligence that had full autonomy over the security of the entire facility, which was based just outside of Miami.
For her part, Madison was an accomplished 25-year-old microbiologist that was working at the facility as a researcher. Having studied both microbiology and immunology at the University of Miami, Madison was thrilled to have secured a job within her field without having to leave her home state, as she grew up in Florida.
As she glanced to her right, her attention was focused on the large window that allowed her to see the two men sitting in the observation area. Once she caught sight of her boyfriend, a smile crept onto Madison's face as she spoke into the microphone positioned at her lips. "I'm good to go, Andy. I'll just get this one opened and indexed, then we're finally free to get out of here for the night. Are you two sure that this is definitely the last one from that haul over in Pensacola?"
Sat behind the other side of the window was Madison's boyfriend, Andy, with their colleague Garrett. The two men were dressed in simple blue hospital scrubs, with long white lab coats over the top. Andy was an immunologist like his girlfriend and they'd met while studying at university, with the two having been a couple for the last four years. Meanwhile, Garrett was the two's supervisor and was the lead researcher on their small team.
When Madison's voice came through the speakers, Andy ran his left hand across his shaved head before offering his response into his headset. "Yeah, this is the last one for the night. Morgan's team have already scanned it twice, they didn't observe anything of note. I think just getting the thing open will be the hardest part of this. Let's just get it cracked open and the contents put away, then we can worry about what we're doing for dinner later."
With a wry smile on his face, Garrett turned to his left to catch Andy's gaze as he spoke into the microphone on his own headset. "For once, I'm like you two and can't wait to get the fuck out of here tonight. I've got tickets for the Heat's opener and there's no way that I'm going miss it, all because they dumped a batch of shit on us at the last minute. Nah, when you two are enjoying your meal, I'll be watching Jimmy Butler draining threes all night."
By that point, the three were all part of the conversation as Madison began to step forward into the centre of the room. Sat there, awaiting her arrival, was a small platform that had a wooden crate resting upon it. As the brunette stepped closer, she could see that the light-brown crate had been battered before it was brought to the facility, with some of the panels being cracked. It wasn't the largest crate, with it having similar dimensions to a shoebox, but as Madison shuffled closer, the knowledge that the crate had already been scanned twice left her in as calm a state as she'd ever been in when entering the secure room.
When she reached the platform, Madison took a deep breath and reminded herself to treat the innocuous crate with the same respect as she would for the most hazardous of materials. But as she remembered how she was working late because of the crate's arrival the day before, there was a hint of frustration in her voice as she spoke up. "What were the findings from the rest of this batch? Did they say it was under one of those abandoned factories in Pensacola?" As the words left her mouth, Madison took another deep breath as the protective suit always made her uncomfortable. "The wooden exterior's taken a hell of a beating from something. I can see at least three breaches on the panel facing me. What kind of material do they think we're going to find inside it?"
Before Andy had the chance to respond, Garrett leaned forward and spoke into his microphone. "Morgan's crew didn't find anything. All they've recorded is that there appears to be some kind of mass inside the crate. If they didn't detect anything on their scans, we're probably looking at some kind of contiguous blob of mineral. Perhaps an alloy that wouldn't set off the scanners? But we can't rule out the fact that we're all working late tonight to discover another lump of coal inside that fucking box."