The distraction worked like a charm, and I along with my retinue made across the small open space in haste. Emmaline tripped on the way across, but she managed to scramble on her knees and hands into the small building before anyone saw her. Inside, it looked like a small armory refitted into an office. Racks for guns had been replaced with plasteel shelves covered in old books, inquisitorial equipment, and a few stacks of ammo. There was a door front facing the servitors, and a door to the back where we had slunk in. I saw a few works on the shelf I recognized, one even being a text I had Emmaline read in her induction training. It disgusted me this man was so familiar in his tastes as I. 

"This doesn't appear like the den of a heretic," Selencia commented as I sifted through a stack of papers on his desk. My heartbeat thudded rapidly in my head as I pushed aside planetary transportation logs and old land grants, before finding a small folder which held, I believe, a sampling of the transcripts that was being written even now outside of the small structure. A shout went up, and we all stopped to listen to a cultured voice berating someone. He sounded like he was used to giving orders. Clara knelt beside the window and peered out the small window. A few, deafening gunshots sounded. It was the telltale crack of a bolt-pistol.  

"Well, that's the end of our distraction. But I have some bad news, Hadrian," She said, and I whipped my head to regard her. "They have a few more guys rolling in from our origin point, and they're shouting something." 

"Damn," I said, correctly reasoning they were being warned of the two bodies out front. I didn't know if we could leave alive, but I placed the folder under my arm and reached to my lower back, retrieving a small item from my belt. "Clara, grenades. We can't leave without stopping this fiends plans."

"Frag?" She asked as I joined her opposite the door. 

"Krak," I said, the oval device already in my hands. It was one of the most basic pieces of equipment to a man in the astra militarum, but it could ruin a fortified position with its intense concussive force. I counted on my hand from 3, and then I made it to one, Clara punched the button and the door to the front slid open, we pulled our pins, and tossed them the dozen meters to the tower. Even as they rolled, a servo-skull floated over to them and began to scan one, and the 'inquisitor' had the chance to curse and dive to the side as the two grenades detonated. The force blew apart six of the servitors and half the servo-skulls, pulsating a concussive wave across the small open space. I pulled my autogun, and my team followed behind me as we open fired on the dazed thugs.