Sanath was easing himself after the tensions of the voices, losing himself in both the fight and the easing chems he had just ingested. The fight, brutal as it was, did not garner much of a reaction out of Sanath, who found himself drifting off into strange visions. There was little he could make out, but he was sure he witnessed some fighting, bright bursts of light, and then darkness. These visions repeated themselves for what felt like hours to Sanath, and he still could not make out more than blurs of vaguely humanoid movement. In reality, these visions were ended in but a few minutes, when Sanath was woken abruptly.

A man, one he did not recognize, handed him a full face mask of a sort, and a small autogun. Sanath took hold of these items, and quickly familiarized himself with them, looking over the autogun's outer mechanics before resting the mask atop his head, where it could be pulled down at a moment's notice. With that, he was now far more alert, watching all corners of the club for any sign of trouble or danger.