With nothing to do now, Glaive aimlessly wandered through the ship and was deep in thought about the life he once had before becoming a Spook aboard The Fury. It seemed to him that he was destined to be involved in conflicts. One event after another his life revolved around fighting and battles. His heart had been hardened because of it and his were cold, they no longer shared the same innocence and warmth they once had so many years ago. Glaive brushed his hand against the scar on his right eye. The scar that probably began his slow fade into becoming the heartless person he was now.<br/>It wasn't until he went up to the third floor that an uneasy feeling ran down his spine. It was oddly quiet down this corridor. Eerily quiet. Glaive looked around to see if he was being followed, but as far as he could tell he was the only one around. He pressed on, trying to shake off this feeling of dread. He came to a fork in the hallway and to his left he saw a think black ooze advancing slowly down the hall.<br/><br/>"What the heck? Did we spring a leak?" Was Glaive's initial thought at seeing the opaque liquid. "I should find the captain and tell him about this. Though it's weird that the crew members who work on this floor haven't taken notice of it yet. Wait, maybe this is what Vya's announcement was. In any case there sure is a lot of it."<br/><br/>It was then that he heard sentry guns open fire and Amin's voice shouting through the intercom to meet at the bridge.<br/><br/>"What? The bridge? But the problem is here and the turrets are . . . blasting oil? What in the world is going on?"