“I know that ass,” Standing off in the distance was the Golden Donkey. It was the last treasure to be recovered for the exhibit on King Midas.

In the past few years Frankie James had worked on several cultural reclamation projects. Medusa had been her favorite, but El Dorado and Florida man were also notable adventures. It had been Coyote that had gotten her into all of this trouble— but she pushed him from her mind. King Midas! Now that was a gold star to add to her career finds.
“What are you standing around for? Let’s load it up and get a move on. We’ve still got a flight to catch!” Toran yelled as he directed the grunts towards the Donkey.

Frankie waved him off and began sizing up the Donkey’s dimensions for the shipping container. This thing was a monster— Midas could have bought an empire with its weight in gold.
Good thing her boss had experience dealing out that kind of coin— otherwise, Frankie would have been tempted by the shining sight.
Her time in the field had outstripped her brief experience in the exhibition hall, but she was still waiting on her breakthrough case.

Of course, she’d avoid the ocean to make that happen. That was her line she refused to cross. She’d tussled with the waters once and it cost her both the Argonauts ship and Atlantis. She’d be damned if she ended up in a fire on the ocean again. The waxy flesh on her left shoulder was a bright reminder of how quickly jobs can go south.

Frankie snapped some photos on her phone before calling the dock foreman over to consult on using the crane to move the Donkey or not. She didn’t take chances with jobs. Not anymore; not under Minerva.