Zebulon didn't curse, though he wanted to. He didn't expect they would have the option for stealth, at least so soon. But right now it seemed plausible they had a chance here, though he didn't know how they could take it. They had the cover of darkness, and if there were two men he would think it was no problem. But even if they killed two of them instantly, there was still one left to cry out or potentially harm one of them. Still, either they announced themselves or they didn't, which meant they would kill all of them singularly and silently, or in one large explosion. He didn't grab for a grenade, rather he pulled out his serrated combat knife. A foot long, it had a clip point and a dark grey to its steel blade. 

She nodded, unsheathing her powersword... 
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Grayburn took a drag from his cigar, blowing out the smoke as he felt a buzz take hold of him. His autogun leaning against the car beside his left leg, he chuckled at the joke one of his fellows said; a man called Franks who was supposedly a beast with his catachan fang he'd got from somewhere in his past. Grayburn was told by Hergen that Franks he was a deserter from the Catachan fighters, but Grayburn wasn't sure if that was true. 

"And they were mad at his wife for sunbathing nude, and I says to him, me? I'm on the fence." 

The three chuckled, shaking their heads and taking more drags from their stogies. Franks made a smoke ring, the bit flying toward the moon. Hergen sipped from his flask. Tzeentch, this was an easy job but he wished they were in the capital breaking skulls. The great planner did not look favorably on those that were complacent for their place in life. The city would fall soon, he told himself, and then they would get a new chance at a different position. 

The last thing they expected was an Imperial Commissar of the bloody God Emperor stepping out from the trees, sword out and eyes on each of them. Even more surprising was she was a woman! A pretty thing at that, even with that grim look.

"The hell?" Franks started, reaching for his autogun. Hergen said nothing from behind him, likely as stunned as Grayburn was. He saw the Commissar smile, and there was a 'thud' behind him. He didn't look back, but he should have. A knife blade was stabbed into his kidney, and he tried to cry out, but his throat was slit not a moment later. Franks turned around to see his two comrades cut open by Zeb, and before he could remark more than a "Bastard!" Katiyah ignited her blade and decapitated him with hesitation or remorse. His headless body stayed upright for a brief moment, and then toppled onto the dirt, staining the ground with blood. 

Katiyah needn't clean her blade for such a clean cut; the cells power disintegrating the blood off the blade. All she did was sheathe it and stride over, reaching down and picking up a strange, large knife. Zeb recognized it from promotional logs. A Catachan Fang! 

"Good job," she said, tossing it to him. Zeb caught it, surprised at the praise and the prize. She walked past him and spoke once more before they entered. 

"Sheathe it and take out that shotgun. We're about to get into a bloody mess."