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“This is something that I found in my grandfather’s attic. I thought I would see if you guys could figure out what it is,” a young woman says, handing the item over.
Chumlee turns the odd object over in his hands, holding it up to the light in an effort to figure out what it is. It’s clear, no bigger than the palm of his hand, and when the light hits it, rainbows splash across the walls like a kaleidoscope.
He’s about to hand it back to the woman, certain that it’s nothing more than a strange-looking crystal worth little more than five dollars when something strange happens. The object starts to glow and hum. Suddenly, it vibrates in Chumlee’s hand.
When he attempts to drop the object onto the counter, it starts to hover over his palm. A bright light shoots out from the center and everything explodes into a dizzying array of vibrant colors.
Chumlee closes his eyes.
When the world stops spinning, Chumlee opens his eyes. He lets the object fall to the floor and steps back.
“Lady, I have no idea what that thing is,” Chumlee says, staring down at the object before lifting his head. What he sees, however, is not the woman who’d come into the pawnshop, but rather an angry-looking man dressed in a uniform that bears a patch of the Canadian flag.
“Hey, look, we found the other transportation device,” says another, friendlier-looking, man. He’s dressed in a simple black uniform with a patch of the American flag on the shoulder.
“Welcome to Atlantis,” the man in the black uniform says, clapping Chumlee on the back.
The other man rolls his eyes. “Don’t get too comfortable, it’s a one-way trip,” he says.
“Guess I’m not in Vegas anymore,” Chumlee says, pinching himself.