Kurak had taken his time approaching the front doors of the chateau, leading the small group of marines carefully from scrap of cover to cover. They now stood less than 100 meters from the front entrance of the grand old building, crouching behind a trimmed hedge in a stacked column, ready to attack. So far they hadn't been spotted. Clipped comms traffic was filtering across the airwaves from the other Astartes watching the perimeter with the occasional report of a downed sentry. Kurak had heard no shots throughout their advance from his Brothers and the guards he could see in the complex looked thoroughly off guard, indicating the marines watching his advance had managed to do their job with discretion so far. He knew the time for such tactics was soon to be over, and was relishing the idea.

"Kurak, Come in", the hushed tones of Prodigal came over his personal comms. Prodigal barely spoke except with his own men, so when directly addressed by him one tended to pay attention.

"Go ahead" 

"You are clear to the gate. Ferreus and his men are ready to attack from the far side of the complex. We'll move in to support once you're inside. Kill Everyone"

"Received" Kurak clipped back. Prodigal was slowly beginning to take the lead on this mission and though Kurak was reserved about someone who would hardly spend time with his colleagues, the man clearly knew what he was doing. He was happy enough to follow anyone who gave orders like 'Kill everyone'. Some of the guards at the front of the chateau were smoking and one even appeared to be drinking, while the few men manning the sentry guns and spotlights near the roof were clearly not looking intently for anything coming their way. Kurak almost felt sorry for them, not knowing what hell was coming for them. Jonas, Rivacheg, Lyras, Alypius, Merdem and Brenard were lined up to his rear, rigid and alert for the order to attack. Each man behind him knew their role in getting to the gates and inside, and there was only one thing left to do.

"Now!" Kurak bellowed into his helmet receiver.

Merdem sprang to his feet and opened up with his heavy bolter. The thudding shells stitched deep craters across the crenelated rooftop, smashing through the flood lights, sandbags and men who were scrambling for their weapons. The rest of the Astartes sprang forward, firing their bolters at anything that moved as they made a full run across the relatively open ground towards the main entrance. 

Kurak squeezed the trigger on his bolter hard as he ran, aiming it in the general direction of the main door as did his two fellow World Eaters beside him. He wasn't the best of shots and especially not at this range while moving, but the combined firepower of three bolters on automatic fire was more than enough for what they faced. The guards in front of the doors seemed to disintegrate under the barage, the explosive shells blowing apart ribcages and popping craniums as if they were hot needles popping water baloons. Lyras, Alypius and Merdem were alternately snapping expert shots at cameras and other lights at the front of the building and throwing a handful of grenades at the automatic sentry guns on either side as they passed, lining the gravel pathway they were sprinting down. The grenades did their job, fracturing the automated weapons before they could spin up and aim at the charging marines. 

A few seconds later all six men arrived at the front gate, stomping through the mulched remains of the hapless guards. They were joined shortly after by the heavy bolter toting Merdem, who Kurak knew was grinning behind his helmet, sharing a lust for battle the equal of any World Eater.

"Jonas, Charges!" He barked, the other Astartes already clearing a path either side of the bolter damaged door as the young marine unstrapped a demolition charge from his leg and pin grappled it to the central lock. He was done in seconds, stacking up behind Kurak as they prepared to make their grand entrance. 

Just then a klaxon sounded inside the building, followed by the ever increasing shouts of men. Kurak could also hear the dull rattle of bolter fire around the outskirts of the complex, indicating his brothers watching the outside had also discarded stealth for a more direct approach. So far, so good.

"Now" He said, bracing as the charge was detonated, blowing shards of wood and metal out into the courtyard and also into the building itself. He allowed himself a slight smile as he heard the screams of the soldiers inside who had clearly been preparing a welcome committee for the marines, but hadn't been expecting quite so much high explosives.

"In!" He bellowed, following behind Brenard who had to kick through a clinging remain of the door, in through the smoke and fire...