Hao Xuan opened his eyes to the sound of creaking wood. His vision blurry, the first thing he saw, or rather felt, was a burning sensation on his left hand. Pulling it towards his chest before even opening his eyes all the way, Hao Xuan forced himself to sit up.
His head was ringing like a church bell. He couldn't hear much of anything other than the dull sounds that were coming from every direction.
He felt hot, so unbearably hot that his body felt like it had been taken out of boiling water, making him feel utterly weak.
The first thing he did was call out for his trusty helper.
"Baracus, where am I?!" he tried to shout but a weak murmur escaped his lips.
A high-pitched noise came into his ears, forcing Hao Xuan to promptly bury his head in his arms but that did very little to lower its intensity.
The pitch of the noise kept changing, adjusting itself constantly until it turned into the same old slightly robotic masculine voice that Hao Xuan remembered.