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Ichabode, in that instant, pushes aside his thoughts about the metal container that he discovered on the bookcase and quickly walks over to where Kassandra is. Akasha also quickly joins Ichabode’s side.
Kassandra holds in her hands a long metallic tube with what looks to be the city’s official armorial bearings embossed on each end of the tube. The crest,A mysterious old offical seal that relates to Sault Ste. Marie. The seal is purely fictional. however, does not look like the one that is currently used. All three of them examine the greyish coloured tube with perplexed looks on their faces. Akasha notices a stamp in black printed on the tube that says ‘CLASSIFIED’. Ichabode askes to hold the tube and as holds it, the tube starts to emit a strange bluish glow and one of the ends suddenly opens. Ichabode, startled, exclaims, “What the….” and drops the tube on the floor. It makes a heavy sounding thud as it hits the floor. They all stand back a moment, as if expecting something more to happen. The silence at this point is penetrating and lethargic. From where Akasha is standing, closer to the now open end of the tube, she sees that there are rolled up papers inside. With a sudden moment of courage, she reaches down and extracts the papers. “These are blueprints!” She whispers, as if someone else may be listening. “For what? …. And what makes them classified? …. And how did Ichabode activate it? Ichabode was looking rather frightened as he stared at Kassandra as she rhymed off her questions. There was another moment of awkward silence among the group which seemed to last longer than it should. With a slightly quivering voice, Ichabode cuts through the silence, “We have come looking for answers, and now have more questions than we know what to do with. What else are we going to find up here? I mean, on that bookcase over there, where I started looking, there is another metal case. It was somewhat hidden and it has that strange hand symbol on it. There is too…. much….. too….. many….. unknowns……” Ichabode trailed off with his words and collapsed in a rag doll fashion. Akasha and Kassandra rushed over and crouched down by his side. Akasha in a moment of anxiousness looks at Kassandra and pauses. “Now what are we going to do?”

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