Red Core Lock

Target acquired! I bounded straight up the carved corner of the wooden curio cabinet and skated onto the middle glass shelf. Right inside an open porcelain dish sat a vintage brass ring set with a deep crimson, faceted ruby stone. It gleamed like high-octane rocket fuel under the morning sun! I planted both boots firmly on the smooth glass, leaned low, and wedged my gloved hands under the heavy brass band. With a sharp heave, I popped the ring upright and rolled it across the shelf like a flaming red power wheel. It clinked against a stack of polished silver coins and held fast, radiating pure red heat right across my visor. Two gems down—the super charge is getting closer!