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The Guardians heard footsteps approaching, accompanied by quiet hisses. "They're coming."Cev whispered. They held their positions behind several large pillars, in complete shadow.

Curran glanced at his tracker. Something didn't seem right. There were only seven blips- not half the amount he was expecting. "The party's not that big. We may still be able to get 'em!" He whispered to Cev. The Exo turned to Osagia. "Make sure that 'Lord of Wolves' of yours is ready."

"It always is." Osagia whispered in response.

Rhakor halted in the hallway before the Archives. "Hmmmm... the light-users are here."

"Should we sniffffff them out?" Purred a Dreg, brandishing his Shockblade. Rhakor blinked all four of his eyes. "No, my friend. Wait for good Thraliks' signal."

Curran watched from cover. "What's going on? They're not even looking for us!" Suddenly, his Ghost buzzed. "Picking up more contacts!"

"From the hall?"

"Negative... behind us! Watch the vents!" It was too late. A grate blew off and Fallen Vandals poured from it, scaling the walls with three arms, firing Shock Rifles with the fourth. "They've sprung the trap!" Curran shouted. "Open fire!" Cev shouted in response. The Guardians dove from cover, firing wildly at any Fallen soldier they could. They felt Shock blasts hammer their armor, weakening them each time. Finally, after Cev and Osagia collapsed, Curran fell to the floor, grunting. A Vandal stood over him, purring. It managed to form its alien speech into English: "We... win... light-user..." He then aimed his Shock Pistol at Curran's head and fired, knocking him unconscious.

As the Guardians were incapacitated, Rhakor approached the Archive door as Thraliks jumped down from the vents with his soldiers. "That was too eassssy...." Rhakor purred. Thraliks grunted. "Indeed. Weren't there four of them?"

"I assumed the last one was dead!" Rhakor protested.

The two's argument was cut short as air hissed from the seam of the Archive door. They raised their rifle as it split apart. Standing there before them was a Vex Minotaur, imposing and massive. "Ah! Shoot it!" Thraliks ordered. Everyone fired their weapons, but the Minotaur remained in place. At last, Thraliks ordered them to hold fire. "Why does it not die?" The Minotaur stood perfectly still, then began to speak, but not the way the Fallen expected. The voice sounded female: "Because it's already dead!" Suddenly, Terra appeared from behind the Minotaur, weapon in hand. The body of the Vex toppled to the floor, scattering a trio of Vandals. Thraliks hissed with fury, and the fight was on again.