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Jake gave the order to move in on the center of the crater, to which Spook answered by drawing her PDW and descending in ahead of the others.  As she got closer and closer, she could feel the energy radiating off of the statue... it felt familiar, almost like a comfortable bed coaxing a weary traveler into a restful sleep.  She could tell though, that the metaphorical bed had nails propped up under the comforter.  [color=CAC100]"Guys, I'm telling you, I have a [b]very[/b] bad feeling about this."[/color]  Her right hand flexed around the grip of her gun, index finger pressing into the side of it to avoid accidentally spraying down the crew.

As they got even closer, the feeling of welcoming dread only grew stronger, like it was trying to get Spook to expose something about herself.  Given the origin of the obelisk, she knew what it wanted, and she felt determined to do anything but give it the satisfaction.  The conversation about stupid stuff people would do before touching the thing came up, and the enigma felt the need to contribute by taking her sidearm in her left hand, lowering the Fusilaut and facing Nate.  [color=CAC100]"We can play that with my Jericho, long as someone else goes first."[/color]  A grim chuckle sounded as she dropped the handgun back into its holster, sealing with a click around it.  She then turned back around and looked at the black, glassy statue in time to see her copy staring back at her.

In eerie silence, it reached up to its face and started pulling at straps, removing the gas mask that covered her face and revealing the mystery of what lies below.  Underneath was a girl with green eyes, beautiful brown hair, and a soft, unmarred face, to which Spook felt the need to lower her weapons.  She couldn't tell why, but the reflection was influencing her somehow, like it wanted her to own up to something.  She had an idea of what, though she wasn't about to.  In response, she simply shook her head, though the action directed her eyes to Isis' hand, currently in contact with the rock.  A level of fear gripped her heart as the realization came of what the contact could carry, and something just barely purple flared underneath her mask.  [color=CAC100]"ISIS NO!"[/color]  She reached out to grab her elbow and pull her away.