It was a rhythmic, guttural chanting. Hoon. Hoon. Hooon.
Elias felt a prickle of cold sweat that had nothing to do with the wind. He pulled his radio from his belt. "Control, this is Elias. We have… unusual activity in Sector 4."
"Are they trying to escape?" the radio crackled.
Müayinə üçün həkimə ehtiyacınız var?
