The Guardians— or more, what was left of them— floated throughout the room, their Light drained and their bodies discolored by the Blight as it fed on what remained of their power. Beowulf cast aside the Taken shell of a dead Ghost, watching as it bounced around the room a bit before walking toward the husk of the Devourer. He pried apart charred and fused pieces of metal, staring inside from multiple different angles before finding what he was looking for. [b][i]"There you are, my pretty..."[/i][/b] He plunged his hand in, peeling apart the wires and shrapnel before pulling out a silvery-white box, an inch and a half thick and seven inches wide and long, with a green light and a red light on the far left of one of the thin sides. The black box. A drive that contained what it had done to get past the Warmind's defenses, where it had done it, how much processing power it had required, the exact blueprints of the Devourer... And perhaps the most valuable prize of them all. What the Devourer had found.