[b]"Zhevon, I have reinforcements on their way with a medic unit, they will be here shortly."[/b] Aviza reported, taking a knee and readying her weapon.
[b]"Good. We'll need the extra firepower."[/b] He replied, noticing that it was turning towards him. Expecting an attack, Zhevon readied his sword, instead it screeched at them. He flinched at the sudden scream, reminding him of a fun encounter with an Eldar Howling Banshee. What that Howling Banshee didn't have was the ability to lift him from the ground, and every object in the room. After having his blood sucked right out of his skin and witnessing an impressive duel of psychic might, he fell back down onto the floor. His suit felt disgusting, as the his robes hadn't let much blood out. When Adrianne fell over, he ran over to her and knelt next to her. Grabbing her wrist, he felt for a pulse. Finding it, he patted her on the back, [b]"Knew I took you along for a reason."[/b] He muttered. Stukov then walked up to him and gestured to a body a bit away. Zhevon stood up, [b]"VIP?"[/b] he asked, [b]"Good work, get yourself patched up."[/b]
He walked over to Maltheus and looked at the unconscious heretic, knowing that he'd likely wake up in a dark room with a single light. He then heard heavy boots and the reinforcements arrived. Their leader, a Canoness went up to Zhevon.
[b]“I am Superior Canoness Andromedai of the Ebon Rose, when Aviza contacted asking for reinforcements, I decided to join the squad as well to find out what truly is happening over inside of the warehouse.”[/b] She looked at his retinue, [b]“Inquisitor Zhevon, is this Psycher a part of your retinue, or is she part of the cultists?”[/b]
"Psyker Valenthin is one of mine." He confirmed, [b]"My thanks for your aid. From what I have discovered, the factory above is being used to cover for a heretic cult. However the factory itself appears to be clean, only the underground complex is used directly by the cult. I'll have one of my own people investigate further soon."[/b] Zhevon explained. 

After a moment, he heard that a prisoner had escaped. After checking that Maltheus was still on the floor, he guessed that the other must have been one of the guards stationed here. He looked over his beat up retinue.
[b]"Let's not pursue."[/b] He determined, [b]"It's been a long day. Let's get back to a safehouse."[/b] Perhaps someone with a grudge against them could be used to their advantage.