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Ralishgar nods to Aloysius, and begins moving through the newly created exit.

As the kill-team advances, the passageway begins to narrow, forcing the marines into a single file line. The power armor's systems in all the Kill-Teams detect raises in temperature, as much as 20 degrees. They begin to hear the sounds of chitinous claws on the face of rock, and shadows form on the edge of their sight.

The sounds of small roars, and distant thunder echo through the tunnel. Suddenly, the Kill-Team is out in the open, among massive columns of Tyranid manufacture. The stench increases as they close in to the room. The columns glow with faint bio-luminescence and the room is well lit enough for the space marines to see every thing in it. At the center of the room rests a single Tyranid Mycetic Spore, the same that drop onto worlds. Slashed open and rendered useless, it seems to have already disgorged it's deadly cargo.

Ralishgar turns to the Kill Team to say something, "Something's on the --", as he is disembowled by a razor sharp claw. As if fluid motion, the claw recedes around one of the columns, and is gone.