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Something pulled at Radcliffe’s consciousness. He rolled over in bed, trying to force the feeling from his mind. Instinct wouldn’t let him. His eyes opened.
The Eldar was standing by his bed, looking down at him. Radcliffe’s body snapped into motion before his mind registered what he was doing. He rolled out of bed, tossing his sheets up as a distraction. His archeotech revolver shifted in its holster hanging from the wall, jerking suddenly to fly into the Inquisitor’s outstretched hand.
Radcliffe landed on his feet, pistol coming around to level itself between the Warp Spider’s eyes.
“What?” Radcliffe asked flatly.