Vitruvia had observed sister Alexandra's interrogation of the prisoner without expression. Such was the fate of heretics. It was the will of God. And if it was the will of the God Emperor then Alexandra was doing His work. How could it be right to flinch or be repulsed when God's will was carried out? So Vitruvia suppressed any discomfort. She did not allow herself to even acknowledge that she could feel such a thing. It would be wrong. And Vitruvia was righteous.
	Besides he was a heretic. They weren't really people.

	Then the suicides began. Click-click-click-click-click- COVER YOUR EYES!-- she heard the Inquisitor yell and she did, pressing her face into the black cerimite of her forearm. The stench made her gag but the ruin the device made of the heretics faces brought joy to her heart. Better to interrogate them, of course. But could the righteous not but celebrate at the perishing of heresy? 

	When the Governor was revealed to be a imposer himself she shouldn't have been shocked. After all she had suspected treachery from the moment she had realized how opportune his rescue had been. It was too much of a coincidence. 
	But she [i]was [/i]shocked. Not merely heresy but a doppelganger! Such devices were surely the work of the Xenos or the Ruinous Powers. Vitruvia shivered inside her battle scared power armor. It was unholy. It had to be.

	Shaken as she was by the revelation she nonetheless obeyed the Inquisitors commands immediately. Her helm went back over her head and she drew her bolt pistol, advancing toward the nearest group of guardsmen and begin disarming them by force. Stunned by the sudden developments several did not resist but one attempted to jerk his lasrifle away from her. A right cross hit his jaw with a crack like an autogun shot. He dropped to the ground and blood ran from mouth. 

	No one else resisted. Vitruvia stacked their lasguns out of reach and herded them into the gunship with her boltpistol.