Brett has more or less shaken off the Surgeons' madness. "Brett, help Claudette," you yell, indicating your fallen head of research.
Brett nods, and darts that way. He's a very skilled field medic. That's all you can do, for now.
You can do nothing more to help your team, and you've neglected the Surgeons' portal for long enough. Thoughout these troubles, it has been expanding in size. Now, it is several yards across, and its bottom edge is almost close enough for you to leap up and touch.
And then, another sound, like white noise, echoes through that portal, resounding in your mind. With a hiss, it starts to form words, like a radio tuning in to a station. And those words are spoken in a chorus of thousands—it is the Surgeons, hundreds of thousands of them speaking in unison, talking to you directly.
Bring us the promise-breaker, Anaru Katariki. He will be punished, and you will be rewarded.
You are the only one who has heard the words. You glance over at Katariki, who is moving toward the portal. His hands still fastened together, he speaks a single syllable, and Brett's handcuffs dissolve in a blaze of golden light. Then he stands beneath the portal, and raises a hand surrounded by a nimbus of sorcerous energy.