Richard Green, the real reason behind the existence of the Spirit Detectives group, was unable to meet with everyone has he had been hoping to do. However, through his various connections, he had arranged transport for everyone who would be embarking on this little adventure. Official members of the group had all met in Millstone, the small town closest to the Ekland farm, and from there they traveled in the back of one of three black SUVs to the farm itself. A short time later and Duncan finds himself standing around in a field with fellow detectives Briella, Leon, and Tom. According to Richard, there would be two new faces joining them. A younger woman and...a monk.
Duncan had worked with religious types before. He had nothing against them, really, but for whatever reason the two never seemed to mix well. But maybe this time things would be different. Duncan looks at a sheet of paper, crumbled and lined with fold marks, upon which are written the names of the two honorary members of the Spirit Detectives. Cassandra Artemis and Monk Dawa. The name Artemis sounded familiar to him, and not just because of the goddess.
"Do you want me to take the equipment inside, Duke?" Steven, one of the tech guys who worked behind the scenes for the group asks.
"No, I think between the six of us we can handle carrying in the equipment, but thank you just the same." Duncan says, giving the man a half smile. "If this place is as dangerous as they say, and it feels like it might be, then I think it best you and the others stay outside. Once the two new investigators arrive you and the others can head back to the hotel. I'm sure with Briella's help I can figure out what wires go to what devices."
Steven nods, and seems to relax a little. He goes back to work, unloading the various camera equipment and other devices that the ghost hunters will be using. Aside from stationary cameras with various visions, there are infrared cameras, handheld cameras and smaller ones that can be strapped onto a person. Duncan carries a small satchel over his shoulder, and inside he has his personal equipment. A digital voice recorder, a spirit box, a lucky charm in the form of a small wooden bear, and of course an extra pair of gloves. Although his psychometry comes and goes, one can never be too careful. Especially in a place like this. Standing as far away as they are now, half a football field away from the front door in an empty field, Duncan can feel the evil of whatever is inside that house.
Normally Duncan doesn't feel much of anything until night falls, and the investigation, the lock down some call it, really gets underway. And even then he rarely feels true evil. But right now, he knows what he is feeling is evil. Something dark dwells within this old wooden house, and just looking at it causes the scars across his back to feel as if they are burning.
Duncan's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of approaching vehicles. Looking up he raises a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, and finds two black cars pull close to the SUVs and park. Shortly after the engines are cut off the monk, Dawa was it? Yes, Duncan thought so. And the younger woman, Cassandra, step out of the cards. The drivers help them with their things, wave to Duncan and the others, then get back in their cars and turn them around.
"Good afternoon." Duncan says, walking over to the new arrivals. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Duncan McAlister, but most people call me Duke. Come on over and we'll get the introductions out of the way. Once that's done, the real fun begins."