It was an unusual glow. The dark black box seemed to be vibrating strongly. The nooks were filled with immense brightness struggling to escape, extending helpless hands for help. The box was a wonder. Its architecture was designed by geniuses. Master Craftsmen.

The box was made up of black eerie Platinum Black. The box, on each side had an arch protruding out, that encompassed symbols and sayings in Hebrew. The lintel of the arch was Primeval in design though. The sides beyond the pillars of the arch had a stone figure of a puma. A crouching sleuth. Wicked orange eyes it had, set in a purplish body tan. The solid arcs were raised forward by an inch and were made of solid gold. They looked real and menancing, even though being just a stone.

The Forensic Study group took careful notes, and took an equally long time too. They started their tests after two hours of examination, comparing records, making references. They tested for various biochemical contaminants that could have been used to pry open the box. Their tests revealed that the box had been a virgin, entirely untouched, so much so that even air had forgotten the memory of the box’s touch.

They loaded all their gear into the gear pull tractor nearby, and got ready to heave the box onto the wooden tray that would transport it to the outside confirming its virginity.

As soon as the Commander in Chief came inches to touching the box, a cry echoed from around. He turned, sharp, gun fixed onto the estimated source of origin. He saw someone running towards him, The Page Boy. He stopped and listened to what that boy had to say,” The…..box has been disturbed…..Check for …….protein…… contamination”, he said in between deep breaths. The Commander looked puzzled and asked, “What makes you think so?”. “ Protein Precipitates………….. at Room 112”, he gasped. The Commander had to take his chances. And so he did. He had trusted The Page Boy ever since he met him at the Gaza Strip. “Spray it with Protein Uncoverers” he said. The unit followed. And sprayed all the possible reagents. Nothing happened. “Try Ninhydrin” The Page Boy said. “You asked us to look for proteins!!” The Commander interrupted. “ The box is reactive as you know it, it can break compounds into its components” The Page Boy suggested. The Commander took in his argument and asked the unit to do so. And they sprayed, four cans of Ninhydrin Spray. The ninhydrin spray, sprayed all over the box revealed violet shy traces of amino acid contamination. Glowing with a wicked blue glow.

Stepping back he looked at the box. It looked more like a colourful huge wicked toy.