A light sparkled from behind a shadow that revealed itself to be an old, abandoned crate gathering rust and grease that it was probably nearly melded to the floor and wall. The red and gray Ghost floated up and towards him, her points expanding slightly around her core suggesting the widening of an eye. Dismissing his threat, she circled him, considering his chosen attire and deciding that she'd attribute it to his haste to find her. With something like a nod, she turned and flew back down to the crate, nudging something out from behind it: Cayde's beloved hand cannon.

"We were being tailed," Sundance finally spoke. "There were only ten of them. Cayde didn't count on them bringing the equivalent of an EMP grenade. He had enough sense to have me recompile before I felt him black out. From what I overheard, the ones who took him are either working for or trying to do business with a crime syndicate called Black Sun."