Sam Cabot, master thief, expert in arcane treasures and a jolly good fellow, prepared himself for tonight's adventure
Tall dark haired, he kept himself in excellent shape. Some of his talents were unknown especially his empathic and telepathic powers. He also had his bag of tricks
The ancient's Museum of 3rd Ave, closed early on Thursday. With budget cuts they also had to get rid of human security. And like many areas, the private sector was 2 steps ahead of the public.
After putting a looped image on the cameras; Sam approached the Babylonian Mosaic. Intricate designs hid the puzzle. For several moments he just stared intently.
Now or never, as he shifted a few pieces. After a long moments the panel opened and a jewel emerged. Again he waited. Nothing happened. Sam grabbed the jewel and shifted to his left..
A sharp stake shot out barley missing him.
Sam examined the ruby, without it's mystical powers it would be worth a fortune
He was about to leave when he found energy growing.
"Damn," he muttered.
A doorway opened in the middle of the room, a beautiful auburn haired woman materialized in the center of the room. Dressed in blue silk she took his breadth away.
She approached the mosaic and frowned.
"Well thief ," she addressed him. "Congratulations, now show yourself.."
Sam came out, "Ariel the Enchantress?"
"A scholar as well as a thief, " she held out her hand. "The Ruby of Choice."
"Arrogant and demanding," he replied. "I solved the puzzle."
"Yes you did, but I am taking it. I'd hate to mess up your handsome face."
"Not going to happen," as threw a disc.
She laughed and casually threw a energy bolt. Just as he expected. The foam exploded all over the witch. Ariel became disoriented and Sam took advantage. Diving straight into the foam he wrestled her to the ground. Taking his quick cuffs he bound her wrists neutralizing her powers
Ariel was furious both at herself and at the man who had captured her. Furious that she had underestimated the mortal and angry that he would dare. "Let me go!"
Cabot laughed, and stroked her hair, "Now I wouldn't want to hurt your pretty face."
"You don't know the power of the jewel and you don't want to make me mad!"
Sam stood up, "Be a good loser, my dear. I wonder what you are worth?"
"To certain people a great deal,' she snarled. "But they would flay you alive."
"True enough," he stood up and began to leave.
"Wait, release me. I promise I will let you leave with the jewel."
"Now why should I take that risk?"