The next time he came to was because he was kicked in the stomach, the loud, all too familiar barks of ADVENT soldiers making it through the haze as he curled up within himself. Like he predicted, they figured it out and they were none too happy.
Where was Xcom?
He couldn't have been that isolated. Was he being guarded too heavily? Did the message not reach them in time?
Where were they?
These were the questions in his head as he was roughly pulled on his knees, making him more confused than afraid.
That fear came when a rifle was aimed at his head, ready to fire. Even now, there was a glimmer of desperation. This couldn't be the end. It just couldn't…
"Please…" Tygan managed. Who he asked, even he didn't know at this point.
It was answered, however, as a sudden gunshot rang out and whoever aimed the gun at him was blasted to the side due to the impact. He was thrown to the ground by whoever held him up and the rest was… chaos. Gunshots. Shouting. A fight.
People came.
Despite the danger he was now in and the fact that he could still barely move, Tygan managed a smile, relief washing over him. Someone knelt down next to him, touching him carefully.
"Are you all right?" He could hear the man ask. "Can you hear me?"
"You came…" Tygan managed.
"We are here to extract you. Please hang on." The man said. Something about his voice felt slightly off. But it didn't bother Tygan. He was just happy that someone was kind to him. It had been so long. He could feel himself being picked up and placed on someone's back. He could feel a soft sensation on his face. Fur… He couldn't help but nuzzle into it as he held on to whomever was carrying him now. "You will be safe."
"Thank you…" He managed. However, as he was carried off, both the relief and his head trauma once again got the better of him and he faded away again.