The little light that made it this deep reflected off the smooth black stone. Dane knew the Navy had been all over this area, using all the scientific techniques they had to get an idea of the composition of the pyramid. And he had been briefed on the way over from the carrier that the black stone had defeated all those attempts. None had disturbed what was on the flat top of the pyramid though. Dane didn’t know if Foreman had ordered that out of respect for Sin Fen’s remains or because the CIA man feared that such an action would cause a reappearance of the Bermuda Triangle Gate. Dane shook his head as he descended. Foreman wouldn’t have given a damn about Sin Fen. Dane slowed, then came to a halt standing on the top of the pyramid, several feet from a large, four foot high slab that was in the center. A Naga Staff was upright next to the slab. Dane hesitated. He could feel Sin Fen, her essence. Part of her. And hanging around the essence, was a sense of power coming out of the pyramid.
