Delta sat with her nose inches away from the music box, staring at it, as if sheer force of will could make it open. She should have known that Carl would have rigged it with some ridculous locking mechanism. Perhaps she had been a little hasty in killing him. Hindsight was a wonderful thing.

The tall black haired girl sat straight and rolled her shoulders. Then she hefted a large toolbox on to the table and selected a hammer and chisel. She wedged the chisel between the hinges at the back and brought the hammer down hard. The music box barely moved.

“Huh.”

Whatever it was made of, it certainly wasn’t wood.

After several hours of cursing, breaking tools and hitting her hand by mistake, Delta finally broke into the little box. The lid snapped open and a tinny rendition of ‘Congratulations’ filled her apartment.

A little LED screen suddenly lit up with ten seconds left on the timer. Delta stared at it.

“Shit.”

She flung the music box out of the window and put her hands over her head.