The team gathered around as George prepared to reveal the truth. He carefully unlatched the containment box, his movements slow and deliberate. Martha craned her neck, trying to see inside. "Stay back for now," George instructed. Martha bit her lip, her anxiety mounting. The box lid lifted slightly, just enough for Martha to get a peek. "What is it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. George took a deep breath. "Take a look," he said, opening it further.