"Ha!" Barrows' course laugh was like a gunshot of its own in the cramped chamber. "Bloody called it, didn't I?"

Grinning from ear to ear he took that unearned victory over his assumption that something was up with his captors. In fact looking down at that messed up face would only reinforce his wild faith that he'd no doubt always be in the right. Obviously his instincts had been heightened by his years in the jungle fighting silent monsters and he'd been able to see through the disguise of that inquisition badge. After all Barrows was a loyal soldier of the Emperor, no one would ever think worse of him. If anything this made him better and more faithful than the doubters in the chamber here! Yeah... yeah that made sense to him. 

And besides, he'd been practically star blinded by that medal the major flashed them. A primarch, he'd met and been awarded by a damn primarch! This was the special mission he'd been picked for, something that went far and beyond anything Barrows had imagined. That was enough to light such a fire in his gut that he practically forgot all about the pain and bruises of the injuries he'd taken at the hands of these mutated bastards. Maybe if he played his cards right he'd get to meet the primarch too, or the Emperor maybe. At the very least he should get to have drinks with Creed and Marbo! 

"Just get me some clothes and I'm yours for life, Boss." Barrows said, still grinning to himself over his own vindication. He gave his rifle one last look over and practically skipped out with the others. 

He still had that rage over what these heretics did to him earlier but hey, getting an unexpected boost from an elite form of cavalry and the feeling of having the Emperium's light at your back can do wonders for a man's morale. Now all he needed to do was get his stuff back.