# Bjorn The Fell-Handed

Bjorn ploded along cargo hold, as soon as the cybornetic ninja appeared with his dog. Bjorn stared at it for a second "And what is a dog of the Inquisition doing here?" he asked "Let me guess, you're finally sending me back to war? I can't say i'm not greatful for that, but we both know that I can't stand you people. I suppose the Emperor tests me with your presence" he said. "By the Emperor, even those Russ loving jerks would be better than having to share a ship with you assholes. I'm going to find a Drop Pod, do me a favour and drop me on an Ork infested world, then tell the Space Wolves where I am, they're probably eating one another if they know i'm not there." He turned to walk away, but then looked back at the assassin "And if you're Inquisitor is a woman, tell her to meet me at the Drop Pods... If not, then tell him to bite me." he turned and plodded away down another lane of crates, trying to find the drop pods.