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Victorine was somewhat confused for a moment, only two? She had expected [i]at the least[/i] a number of foot patrols throughout the Governor's palace, perhaps even a series of overlapping fields of fire? Maybe she was giving these orange-clad betrayers too much credit and they truly were a rabble of disorganised fools... or maybe it was a trap?

Caution had never been a trait the Amazonian Celestian had possessed in abundance however, and the plan proposed by her subordinate seemed to have enough merit that she was willing to give it the go-ahead.

"You have ten minutes to get into position and then we attack. I shall signal with a whistle. Go with His blessing."

She watched the Sister return back toward their entry point, looking to Sister Dominica for a moment and then back around the corner at the two sentries.

"I worry about our young comrade," she half-whispered, loud enough for Alexa to hear but quiet enough not to alert the enemy, "though I applaud her seemingly growing fanatacism, praise be to Him on Terra."

A smile accompanied her words, turning into a snarl as she eyed the two oblivious targets, her own religious fevour growing inside her with each passing moment, one hand finding the hilt of her sarissa and sliding the curved blade from its sheath.

The allotted time had passed - Victorine would attack now and trust in Lisbeth and in the God-Emperor to keep her alive - the Celestian placing two fingers within her mouth and producing a shrill whistle, already turning the corner to throw herself at the nearest guard.

Shaken abruptly from their reverie the closest protector raised their las-weapon in - Victorine noticed with some consternation - unwavering hands and pointed with all the calm of someone assured of their purpose straight toward her.

It was slow... far too slow...

Every Sororitas was at the peak of mortal fitness, exceeding even the training of veteran Guardsmen, and it was because of this that mere moments later the razor sharp blade slipped between a traitors ribs and right into their heart.