You bloody fool, you let yourself get caught up in that. Vargas hacked up a blob of bloody something, blinking burned eyes ferociously. It would take only a minute or so for his sight to start returning properly, but that would be time wasted. He did his best to ignore the pain, both the pain of the burning substance, so he could focus on using his other senses.

And ... there was nothing to be heard. Nothing. He'd have to rely on the genetic scanner he had before, which could give him a broad sense of where Marcelo was, but not as precise as his senses could. He leapt back in action, brandishing his blade and looking to find Marcelo.