To say that Draco was thrilled to get the paperwork out of the way would have been an understatement, but he wasn't foolish enough to ignore it or leave it in the hands of his underlings; Much like a military campaign, everything in life required the forethought of ensuring you had the best equipment available and had your logistics organized correctly otherwise things tended to go wrong... Well that wasn't true, things tended to go wrong regardless of what preparations were made but at least it would become much quicker and easier to respond to the changing circumstances with a bit of ground work laid out. 

Before he could actually take the moment to enjoy the peace and quiet before he went out into the kitchen, one of his followers banged on the door in a pattern that announced that the message they had to deliver was both A) Cult Business and B) Urgent. Feeling the smile drain from his face and replacing it with a neutral frown as he called out "Enter." 

The door opened to allow one of the newer necrolytes, a woman who's name currently escaped him but who had proven herself during the rituals for both Slaanesh and Tzeentch to be able to keep her head under chaotic situations. Depending on how she performed under the stress of the Khorne ritual tomorrow he would have to learn her name. The woman knew her master well through and got right to the point after the door was closed behind her "Sir, we have a preacher in the dining room."

Draco's frown deepened. This was bad news... "Imperial or Rival?"

"Rival, Sir." Draco cursed a little under his breath. Having any sort of preacher show up at the soup kitchen was always a problem. Every now and then a priest of the Corpse on the Golden Throne would come down in order to preach his false god's name; Because of the unwanted attention that would come about if the priest found anything out of the ordinary when it came to the filth of the lower hive or if the priest disappeared or died, it was generally easier for all involved to simply keep the priest away from the more... short sighted elements who praised or followed the will of the true gods. 

A rival cult sending a preacher however brought attention... unwanted attention. Taking a deep breath, Draco reached over and hit a button for an intercom that he had on his desk. "Sergent Usher, we have a code holy word. Please deal with it in the usual fashion." 

"[i]Yes Sir.[/i]" Was the only reply that came back over the intercom before Draco turned his attention back to the necrolyte. The usual manner of dealing with a code holy word (Rival chaos preacher) was to quietly escort them off the premise, break their hands beyond recovery, remove their tongue(s) and then dump their ass at the nearest church of the Corpse Emperor they could find, denouncing them as a heretic/witch before leaving. If they fight back, kill them. 

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Was there anything else?" A silent shaking of the head was all the answer he needed before he waved her off. "Begone then. I have much to consider." 

It was only once the woman was gone that the whispers started to fill the silence again.