Chapter 4: Sand storm

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Canisters. Great slim canisters. Black goo-like fluid all around the canisters. A gentle fog was at your ankles, some rising above your heads. Your head torches lit up your pathways.
"Look, do not touch!" Janek calls. David looked very pleased at his discovery, you turn around. Everyone looked around, some at the canisters some at the ceiling. Which had beautiful carved art, renaissance style but more...alien?
Little cracks all through the ceiling, hopefully it could hold while you were visiting.
Shaw stood beside Ford, both ladies stood staring around in disbelief. David was nowhere to be seen. Charlie was messing with a canister, in the distance so was Rage and Fifield.
"Boys" Janeks radio crackles.
They both jump out of their trances, standing up.
"Oh my-" Ford gasps, it echoes around the room. People slowly walk towards them.
There lay a helmet, empty, but huge. Definitely not a human helmet. It was dusty and dented, cracks on the glass.
"How did this end up here?" Shaw asks, ford and her rolling it over together.
"Must of been..."
"It's not human" you say, slightly to yourself.
Ford leans her shoulders and head back, looking it over.
"Now you mention it, this is definitely not one of ours...surely?"
Well done, whose head is that large?
"We should take it back for sampling" Shaw gasps excitedly, already unzipping her bag.
"Hello? Hel-" Janeks radio crackles, everyone stops in their tracks.
"Ther- is a sa-- storm in--ming, every--e -ome ba- immed-tley"
"Hurry!" Ford and Shaw mutter at each other in a panic.
"Come on everyone!" David was at the door, waiting.

The winds blow angrily through the cracks you crawled through. Everyone hurries to the buggies, hopping inside and skidding off.
Now to not get taken away by the storm.

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