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“What the Warp is that?” Questioned Van Der Schartz, his eyes going from his Vox-Operator to the windows leading out onto the parade ground, “thunder? No, it can't be.”
From somewhere, somewhere far off by the sounds of it, a rumbling could be heard, and it was getting closer. It was not a rumbling that was commonly heard though, for there were secondary sounds coming from it, sounds that could only be...
“Gunfire.”
De'Shard and his superior shared a nervous glance, the seated man twitching away for a moment with a hand pressed to his ear, turning back with as much speed when the message had been relayed.
“Sir, we may have bigger problems than our errant Inquisitor.”
“What?! What could be worse?”
“Someone, a preacher by the sound of it, has roused the citizenry into a frenzy. Our source claims that there are Sororitas with him, and that he's...he's exposing us, sir.”
“Blast it all! She promised us that this is not how it would go, she promised us.”
“If I may, sir, perhaps we should send help? This Inquisitor, if he is even alive, has yet to show his face – he would also be mad to attack an entire compound by himself.”
“Ach, sound the alert.”
Soon enough the far away sounds of gunfire and fermenting revolt were joined closer to home by blaring klaxons and the sound of booted feet, the semi-professional soldiers of the PDF forming around their officers and NCO's, filtering their way out of the compounds main gate and leaving a skeleton garrison to hold down the fort until their return. No one paid any attention to the silent white vehicle parked down the road, too busy with their own problems to bother with it.
When all was said and done there were few left, the most intimate and personal of the Colonels guards, and a few squads of troopers who were oblivious to the true intentions of their commanding officer; now was the time to strike.
Once more the Inquisitor listened to each of his retinue, nodding quietly and lapsing into silence as he heard the sirens go off. With ever-so-much care did he open the rear door of the van, no more than an inch or so, and watch the grey-clad PDF soldiers march off toward the main hive where he knew Horacio was stirring up some trouble.
“Sister Alexa,” he spoke softly, not even looking at the amazon of a woman, “we shall go by your planning and skirt about the walls. I believe that we will find few of the loyal soldiers left within, likely our enemy has sent them off to kill civilians and kept his closest followers – these we will have to kill.”
Now he did turn in his half-crouch, his bionic eye whirring as it focused upon the red-headed Battle-Sister near at hand, “Sister Dominicia shall take point, Sister Alexa and I shall follow with the remainder of our squad. Your task is to find a weak spot in the wall that we can exploit; a crack, a back door, anything. If we are forced to scale the wall by some means then so be it. Use your cover wisely and keep out of sight as best you can.”
After slipping the helmet of his Ignatus-pattern armour over his head he opened the back door of the vehicle, hopping out and pulling his pistol free as he landed, checking the coast was clear before gesturing Dominicia to carry on ahead.
This would either go very well indeed, or go terribly wrong.
“What the Warp is that?” Questioned Van Der Schartz, his eyes going from his Vox-Operator to the windows leading out onto the parade ground, “thunder? No, it can't be.”
From somewhere, somewhere far off by the sounds of it, a rumbling could be heard, and it was getting closer. It was not a rumbling that was commonly heard though, for there were secondary sounds coming from it, sounds that could only be...
“Gunfire.”
De'Shard and his superior shared a nervous glance, the seated man twitching away for a moment with a hand pressed to his ear, turning back with as much speed when the message had been relayed.
“Sir, we may have bigger problems than our errant Inquisitor.”
“What?! What could be worse?”
“Someone, a preacher by the sound of it, has roused the citizenry into a frenzy. Our source claims that there are Sororitas with him, and that he's...he's exposing us, sir.”
“Blast it all! She promised us that this is not how it would go, she promised us.”
“If I may, sir, perhaps we should send help? This Inquisitor, if he is even alive, has yet to show his face – he would also be mad to attack an entire compound by himself.”
“Ach, sound the alert.”
Soon enough the far away sounds of gunfire and fermenting revolt were joined closer to home by blaring klaxons and the sound of booted feet, the semi-professional soldiers of the PDF forming around their officers and NCO's, filtering their way out of the compounds main gate and leaving a skeleton garrison to hold down the fort until their return. No one paid any attention to the silent white vehicle parked down the road, too busy with their own problems to bother with it.
When all was said and done there were few left, the most intimate and personal of the Colonels guards, and a few squads of troopers who were oblivious to the true intentions of their commanding officer; now was the time to strike.
Once more the Inquisitor listened to each of his retinue, nodding quietly and lapsing into silence as he heard the sirens go off. With ever-so-much care did he open the rear door of the van, no more than an inch or so, and watch the grey-clad PDF soldiers march off toward the main hive where he knew Horacio was stirring up some trouble.
“Sister Alexa,” he spoke softly, not even looking at the amazon of a woman, “we shall go by your planning and skirt about the walls. I believe that we will find few of the loyal soldiers left within, likely our enemy has sent them off to kill civilians and kept his closest followers – these we will have to kill.”
Now he did turn in his half-crouch, his bionic eye whirring as it focused upon the red-headed Battle-Sister near at hand, “Sister Dominicia shall take point, Sister Alexa and I shall follow with the remainder of our squad. Your task is to find a weak spot in the wall that we can exploit; a crack, a back door, anything. If we are forced to scale the wall by some means then so be it. Use your cover wisely and keep out of sight as best you can.”
After slipping the helmet of his Ignatus-pattern armour over his head he opened the back door of the vehicle, hopping out and pulling his pistol free as he landed, checking the coast was clear before gesturing Dominicia to carry on ahead.
This would either go very well indeed, or go terribly wrong.
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