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A sense of dread crept over Baryos.

The glyph on his face began to burn. The room seemed to darken, and it smelled of Hive.

They were beginning the waking ritual.

There was no more time. Baryos sprang to his foot, forgetting he was an amputee, stumbling to the ground.

"Shit!" He cried, crawling his way toward his helmet. He grabbed it, and put it on, activating the newly repaired comms unit.

"THEY ARE WAKING HIM!!! HURRY!!!" He yelled into the comms, broadcasting to his entire fireteam.

Static.

If they could hear him, he couldn't hear them.