<b>Spook</b><br/><br/>The WatchTower woman pulled the auto-pistol from its holster in one swift motion. She leveled the barrel at Spook, the sights unwavering.<br/><br/>"Drop the weapon!" She shouted, her voice synthesized, growling. It was meant to be inhuman, a reminder of what their enemy was dealing with.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>