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Khyber breaks open the doors of the old box-shaped building, letting out an avalanche of hundred year old snow. His ghost hovers over the baracade and inside, shines its light across the decrepit interior, and flutters out only seconds later. "Empty", it laments. Khyber kicks a stray metal beam over, and digs at the snow with his feet, "You hardly checked".

The Ghost turns its attention to the setting sun, hardly visible in the gray sky, "I doubt you could do a better job"  But Khyber was not to be deterred. He dismisses the Ghost with a heavy exhale,  continues to wear away at the blockage tooth and nail. "Your actions are pointless", the Ghost sighs, "If whatever your books had spoke of was here, it is long gone now."

Khyber begins to rip at the metal and snow blockade with an even greater vigor, although he knew that the Ghost was right. "I didn't come all the way here", the Exo says between pulls, "For nothing."

"Except that's exactly what you did".

Khyber lets out a roar and throws a loose piece of metal in the Ghost's general direction. His companion hovers upwards to dodge the missile. "Shut up!", Khyber tugs another piece of metal out of the heap,  "For....for a minute!"

The Ghost nods. "And don't you start counting!", the Exo hollers. The Ghost considers the accusation, then nods again.

But Khyber puts his mission and stand by, throwing the rusted snow in his hands into the distance. He leans against the blue and yellow box-building and sits down in the snow. "Sweden", he reasures himself, "The text said that the Spoke was in the land once known as....Sweden."

He turns his head to his Ghost. "We are in Sweden, right?" The Ghost nods. Khyber laughs quietly. He waves away the Ghost's orders with a loose, tired arm, "You can talk now, you know.".

"I have nothing more to say"

"Well that's a change of pace".