Dark, damp, with one company light barely glowing illuminated the small trailer on wheels (or wheel). Scratches and scrapes, the damn thing was in poor shape about ready to fall apart. The same broken yet holding herself together one girl still resided. Fiona, she wore that name proud. Or at least her current one, at least once month she'd change her name but she rather liked the way "Fiona" sounded. So, for years it's been Fiona and she'd only change her appearance for show. Her hair damaged beyond repair just to make it say "red". Living in an old trailer by herself that was abandoned by the dead man who took the two girls in wasn't easy, money, and food. Not to mention if she was going to be ambushed, however residing in whatever pieces that are left of Hyperion for cover she called home. Fiona looked back on herself years ago, with everyone.

"I'm so sorry Sasha." Fiona barely spoke trying to move on and forgive herself. Blaming herself day in and day out. Since the battle of their lives Fiona hasn't been the same. Always thinking about everything now, never truly enjoying being a con artist like she used to. Fiona was alone now, no family. Yet everyone she met treats her like they knew her at birth, guess she can't blame them after everything they've been through. It all happened so fast yet how could it all go wrong in a matter of time?

"Come on, are you going to mope all day again?" The voice barely registered in Fiona's head. She turned slightly to see an old friend. He walked in, suit, and classy shoes. A smirk on his face with a golden echo eye and robotic arm. Rhys. Fiona stood up to greet him, unfortunately with a weak smile but it was more than nothing. Awkward but then again heartwarming Rhys and Fiona shared their first hug in years.

"What brings the new owner of Atlas to my little hovel?" She tried to lighten herself in the presence of an old friend, Rhys made himself comfy as always. Slouching back he sighed, his expression read insecurity or perhaps struggle.

"I managed to locate the first Sanctum. It took me almost a year, I'm sorry about the timing." Fiona's heart began to race, losing her balance she collapsed into her chair.

"You..found it?"

"It's all the way in Safe Haven. Fiona, this could be it. This could be the answer!" Rhys jumped up, pumped as he kept ranting. Fiona spaced out, thinking all of this over: Is it really worth it? Will this even work? Is she ready to risk her life over something that could be a myth?

"Rhys. Are you sure about this? What if it's a fake?"

"Then we'll go and find out. Are you coming or not?" They waited in silence for her to answer, after 10 minutes Fiona inhaled and exhaled deeply as she stood up. She flashed Rhys a slight smile, at that point he knew she was on board. "There's one other thing I forgot to mention Fi," Rhys paused, cracked his neck. "It's heavily guarded by an ancient Golem, all of them are. But each creature is different, in power and form. Getting a piece of the Pandorian resurrection stone won't be easy."

"It'll be just like finding Gortys, but easier." Fiona retorted. She hadn't seen Rhys slightly worried in years, but she knew his intention towards this new journey. He never confessed to Sasha after they barely made it out of the Vault guardian. Obstacles would needed to be overcome, difficult choices, possible betrayals. Feels like the hunt for the Vault all that time ago, which made the two rather relaxed but at the same time nervous. Faint, yet strong a knock was made on the door. Fiona stepped past Rhys to open the latch, standing outside impatiently was the gang.

"Did you say yes?" Vahn questioned, readjusting his glasses.

"Don't get mushy on me, let's go already."