Two days in and Spike was downright bored. Cultists, the mission had said. A city of them. Expecting a good brawl, Spike signed up without reading the rest. There'd be no zombies this time. No lack of powers. Just a real and honest fight so he could prove he could handle them without trouble.

Unlucky for him it was an abandoned cultist city, cleared out by Luceti's own a year ago. The Malnosso administrator in charge of the operation, a bossy woman without much patience, he send the group to check out a new network of caves that had not yet been cataloged. Spike carried with him a camera, a clipboard and pen, and of course a lighted miner's helmet. He wasn't really using any of them, except when he would hear someone walk up to him. Then he'd pretend to be working.

For the moment, he was lighting up a cigarette. To hell with the air restrictions down here. Not like he was breathing the oxygen anyway.