Chapter 5
"Shouldn't we start with the other boxes first?" Daniel whined.
Sam just stared at him.
"Since, you know," he pointed toward the door "if anything goes wrong we can't get out of here."
Sam hated to admit it but Daniel was right so she reigned in her curiosity and grabbed a box cutter and opened one of the boring cartons covered with about fifty years of accumulated dust.
"Files, a box filled with paperwork, fascinating." Daniel thought Sam sounded more and more like Jack every day.
They opened every box and labeled the outside as to the contents.
Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Paperwork in triplicate. But one large crate was filled with dirt and rocks and not the kind of rocks Daniel had any interest in. These came from under the crashed Roswell vehicle.
The plasma torch finally completed its circuit and the cut oval crashed to the floor.
Sam and Daniel both jumped in surprise.
"Ma'am and Doctor Jackson, are you all right?"
"We're fine, good to see you. Could you help us with a few of these boxes? Nothing dangerous - well they are paper work." Sam said.
Everyone laughed nervously.
Daniel and Sam pushed the boxes toward the door and service men piled the boxes onto a pallet. Then a pallet jack would transport the load to the service elevator and to the surface.
One of the men was assigned to again catalog every box and scan it again. And yes it was paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Paperwork in triplicate. And one crate of rocks and dirt. Not one raised a click on the geiger counter. They wondered why everyone, including themselves, had been so leary of the Roswell debris.
Sam and Daniel were ready for a break and lunch. Then to return to the one remaining crate.
