5 of 5 She had done it. Falia had done it. That Warlock had been a thorn in her side for days and she had finally plucked him. She had Martin to thank, he had distracted Colin long enough for her to break out of her cage and get swift revenge. Martin cringed, fearing the end and the violent sounds of an explosion to launch him through Death's door. All he heard was the sound of gunfire and a loud thump. He slowly opened his eyes and was instantly relieved. The clumsy Titan stood up. "What took you so long Martin?" the Huntress asked, smiling weakly. "You know how our superiors are." He replied gravely, guessing what she was thinking. Frowning, Falia removed her helmet, letting her chestnut hair flow in the musty breeze from the door. Her piercing blue eyes showed an expression of discontent. She looked around the large room and started searching for something. Martin was puzzled by this, and all he could think of doing was following her and pretending he knew what she was doing. Falia, having told Martin to look around more harshly than she had intended, strode over to a rough, makeshift table that sat sadly beside the cage. She opened the drawer inside of it and found a small loosely bound, leather book lying in it. raising an eyebrow, she opened the first page that hadn't been ripped out and raised the other eyebrow. "Journal of Colin Isles: October 17th, 2713. My mission in Chicago was a success, though my coat is still dripping with swamp water. The Hive squatting there also left it smelling of decay and drool. The damage was worth it though. I found another clue to those creatures I had a run in with on Europa. The walls of the building were covered with strange markings that looked to be made by charcoal. Several small solid black triangles etched into the floor surrounded a little rotting cupboard sitting in the center of the room. Opening it I gasped and almost vomited. Sitting in it was a... well, it was a severed head. branded into the pale forward was another triangle next to a message written in the same language as before. I bundled up the ghastly thing and cross referenced it to the other messages and found that this is what it read: 'This guardian ignored our commands Warlock, don't make the same mistake. Your next mission will lead you to the next message, a map to our location. Do this and you will be greatly rewarded, fail and you and many others will pay the ultimate price.' I must carry on for the sake of the city and my fellow guardians. I must put an end to this." The greatly disturbed Huntress finished and felt a sadness and regret growing inside of her. The Bastard wasn't always so bad. "Martin! Get over here!" She called to the Titan who was, at the moment, rummaging through a large chest of Glimmer he had found at the other end of the large chamber. He quickly acted like he was searching for something of importance and glanced up at her, "Just a second!" He called back. A couple seconds later, now feeling satisfied with his findings, he jogged over to her, "What is it?" "Look at this." is all she could manage and handed him the journal. Taking off his helmet and revealing his short blonde hair drenched in sweat and this strong features locked in another puzzled look, he opened it and read what she had. Martin looked up at her and said nothing. He simply handed her the book back with a subtle look of sympathy. She continued to read, out loud this time. "Journal of Colin Isles: October 20th, 2713. I found the map in a hole in a dying tree on Venus. It was a holographic device containing a small 3D model of Earth's Moon. Zooming in on a small crater, I realised it wasn't a crater at all. It was a large jagged mine of some kind, long abandoned since the great failure of the lunar colonization. I knew this must have been the place, the eerie messages repeating in my head. I returned to the tower two hours ago and all the preparations are almost complete. I'm going to call on a favor an old friend owes me to create an alibi. Tomorrow night I finish this." The two guardians' eyes met for a couple of seconds, Falia's swelling with tears and Martin's more in a curios fit. He realised how this was affecting his friend and took on the reading. He read the next entry. "Journal of Colin Isles: October 21st, 2713. Raeman Covered for me until I got back, although he was greatly curios about what was so urgent. I told him it was a matter of life or death, and he asked no more. He's a good man and a even better friend. An hour later, under the cover of night, I silently pulled out of the tower bay and made my way to the moon. 15 minutes later, I landed on the lunar surface. I write this standing outside of the hellish crater that I don't know if I'll return from. If you find this book, make sure that my friends remember me as I was." Falia was in tears now, what had she done? "Wait! That's not the last entry." Martin said, reading on. "My Journal! Entry 100,000! Those friendly creatures with the black ships gave me the secret to power, I relish in it! But I need more. Who was that bastard I talked to before I met? Raeman? I'll use him! He has power. The traveler won't grant me enough so I'll just take it! WHY CAN'T I HAVE IT?! IT SHOULD BE MINE! Damn Raeman! He knows nothing of power! He doesn't use it properly!" Martin was disturbed and didn't want to read any more. Falia, know controlled, insisted that he read on. He grudgingly obliged. "Raeman screamed when he died. The power washed over me like a waterfall. I LOVED IT. I need more though, much more. I can feel its hate. It doesn't understand me. The Traveler will fall, my power will sing it to its death." She had heard enough. Falia stood up and wiped her tears away. Taking the book from Martin, she tucked it into her cloak and strapped her thorny pistol to her side. This gun would destroy whoever did this to Colin, she would be sure of it.