"This hasn't been used since the early facility was built. It should have been so rusty that it would be impossible for someone to open." the janitor commented. "We're getting C.S.I. over here." the detective informed the janitor. Meanwhile on Masser, Bill is recording videos on his computer when suddenly he hears a loud thud from downstairs. "Who's there?" Bill shouted as he takes off his headphones. He runs downstairs and sees a black and white cat hissing at Mask.

"What are you doing here?" Bill wondered. "I found something. Also, can you get your cat away from me?" Mask requested. Bill attempts to pick up the cat but it runs out the open door. "What did you find?" Bill asked. "I believe the Cult of Sybandis has a secret temple along Hudson River. I need your help to investigate." Mask answered.

"What makes you think it's a secret temple?" Bill wondered. "I saw some people in grey robes. On the back was an eye; their insignia." Mask explained. "Why are you only going to me then and not the police?" Mask wondered. "I need you to tell the police about it. They might not believe me, but they'll definitely believe you despite your descent into madness." Mask justified. "Descen–okay, very well. Where is the temple?" Bill asked as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

"Put the phone away. We need to contact your unit directly. I'll tell you when we get to the station." Mask said. "Let me guess; the Cult have ties to the T.S.A. and will know we're coming if we discuss this over the phone." said Bill. "That or they have a very good hacker or two. That's probably how they knew about the warehouse. They must have tapped into the police radio and sent someone to blow up the hull of the astrosub." Mask deduced. "There was an astrosub?" Bill wondered. "Let's just go already!" Mask exclaimed as he grabbed Bill's arm.

He drags Bill outside to a black motorcycle with a black half-helmet on the seat. Mask mounts the bike and hands the spare helmet to Bill. "Have you ridden a motorcycle before?" Mask asked. "A few times, yeah." Bill replied as he puts on the helmet. "We need to look into the place more; I need solid evidence that they're the Cult." he says as he mounts the motorcycle and holds on to Mask.

Meanwhile under the Divayth Fyr Foundation Headquarters, a C.S.I. team surrounds the abandoned entrance to the sewer. A forensic scientist approaches the detective with a bag containing a piece of grey cloth. "Detective, we found that the door has been kicked open. The strange thing is that it should have been impossible for somebody to do that with a door this rusty." the scientist explained. "What if it was a conjured Daedra?" the detective suggested.

"The footprints we found belonged to a pair of gumboots." said the scientist. "Did you find anything from the perpetrator themselves? Skin flakes, hair, anything?" the detective asked. "We did find a shred of cotton fabric, presumably from their clothing. We managed to recover the memory card from the destroyed cameras, but they still show nothing. Another odd thing is that the cameras were destroyed by a blunt object at close range, but were mounted twelve feet from the ground. We didn't find any residual magicka that would suggest levitation." the scientist explained. "What if they jumped really high?" the detective hypothesized. "Huh… we didn't think about that. We'll search the area below the cameras for any heavy prints." the scientist said.

On Masser, they drive along a bridge spanning a river and overlooking a vintage carousel, encased in a small glass building close to the river. "There it is." Mask spied at the carousel. "Jane's Carousel?" Bill wondered in doubt. "Yes, I saw three men in grey robes coming here." Mask confirmed. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Bill said enthusiastically.

They park outside the park where the carousel is located and walk towards the antique. "We're supposed to be looking for some kind of hatch or something. Where would it be?" Bill wondered. "Found it!" Mask yelled. Bill runs to Mask and finds him descending from a hole with a concrete hatch next to the carousel. Bill follows and they find an ancient hall at the bottom, lit with glowing grey torches.

They see a figure, heavily clad in concealing robes, walking across from another hall. They quickly hide behind a pillar. "Do you know how to sneak stealthily?" Mask whispered. "I'm a detective; I work like this." Bill answered boastingly. They wait for the figure to walk away and then they sneak further into the temple.

"Don't you have any invisibility spells?" Mask asked. "Don't you?" Bill asked as he fades from visibility. They walk along the long hall until they reach the end; a shrine. The room was circular, dark, and in the middle stood a statue of a stone eye with cultists worshipping it. Bill reappears and takes a picture with his phone.

He examines the photo and only sees vague shapes in darkness. "Damn it, it's too dark. We'll have to get closer." Bill said in concern. "Can't you brighten it?" Mask asked. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. We almost got ourselves killed. We need to scout out the rest of the place." Bill planned. "Isn't the photo enough?" Mask asked.

"No. We need hard evidence, like documents and… documents… Let's just look around. I'll check over to the east wing and you'll check the west." Bill instructed. They split up, sneaking into the halls opposite each other. Bill finds himself in what appears to be barracks, with bunk beds against the walls and study desks. Mask narrowly evades the sight of a cultist whilst sneaking. He sneaks past the cultist and finds himself in a room with computers, guns, body armour; an armoury, and a glass tank filled with blood-red liquid.

To be continued…