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'There's nothing out here；' cursed Hitch； 'we're coming back in。'
'Okay； see you in a while then。'
'Just get the caffeine on； huh？ And make sure it's hotter than hell； okay？'
'Sure thing；' answered Hawke； flicking off the vox…unit。
He'd already drunk the last of the caffeine； so he took a belt of amasec from his silver hip flask； savouring the heat as it snaked its
way down his neck to his gut。 It was the only thing that gave him any real warmth here。 He tucked it away deep in his pocket； not
wanting to share any with Hitch and Charedo； and knowing that they'd be back any minute。
The storm continued to howl around the small listening bunker as he stomped around； his foul mood worsening with each step。
He'd just made his routine two…hourly check…in with the command post back at the spaceport and had been told by a smug voxflunkey
that their relief would be a couple of hours late。 The ash storm was playing hell with the ornithopter's engines again； so
they were stuck here until the Emperor knew when。
It was just one thing after another！
He supposed he should be used to it by now。 He'd been in the Imperial Guard for almost ten of his twenty…five years now。 Picked
from a clutch of the best PDF troopers on Jouran III to serve in the 383rd Jouran Dragoons； he'd looked forward to seeing new
worlds and strange creatures。 A life of adventure surely beckoned。
But； no； he'd been stuck on this damned rock for nearly all ten of those years with nothing but demerits and black marks against
his name。 There was nothing here but the citadel； and nothing inside that worth fighting for as far as he knew。 Why they felt it was
worth stationing over twenty thousand soldiers of the Emperor； a demi legion of Battle Titans and all those batteries of artillery
here was beyond him。
Used to a life of boredom in the PDF； it had been a wake…up call to him when he joined the regiment。 Constant drilling； weapons
training and tactics had been drummed into him like there was no tomorrow。
And for what？
He hadn't fired a shot in anger in ten years！
In truth； he was bored。
Hawke was a hellraiser。 He wanted some action； a chance to show his stuff。 He picked up his rifle and shouldered it； imagining
some alien raider in his sights。
'Bang bang； you're dead；' he whispered； spinning and squeezing off more imaginary shots at his imaginary enemies。
He should be so lucky。 He chuckled to himself and put down the rifle； having won the battle。
Yeah； right； he thought。
THE HUNTER WHO was about to kill Guardsmen Hitch and Charedo had been stealthily approaching the surveyor station in the
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darkness for the last hour； his enhanced vision turning night into day。
His name was Honsou and in the last hour he had advanced two hundred metres on his belly； centimetre by centimetre； the autosenses
in his helmet alerting him to the surveyor sweeps of the armoured bunker。 Each time his earpiece growled a warning he
would freeze as the questing spirits of the ancient machinery sought him out。
The other members of his squad were invisible to him； but he knew that they too were slowly approaching the station。 Two of
their targets had left the bunker。 Were they hunting？ Was it just a regular patrol or had someone inside the bunker caught
something suspicious on their surveyors？ Briefly； he wondered if the soldier within had reported yet。
Probably not； he thought； as he watched the two morons blunder about in the dust storm。 They'd passed within a metre of his
position as they headed to where they thought their quarry was； making enough noise to stampede a herd of grox。
Hopefully the third soldier in the surveyor station was as pathetic as these two。 He had waited； watching them wander aimlessly
for nearly half an hour before seeming to come to the conclusion that their hunt was fruitless； and beginning the trek back。
They stumbled away and Honsou wondered again how the Imperium had lasted for the last ten thousand years with men like these
defending it。 Would that all the False Emperor's soldiers were like them。
Slowly； he followed them； making better time on his belly than his prey did on foot until he was practically on top of them。 He
was now less than seven metres from the bunker's rear； and only； door。
He shivered as he saw the stubby； multiple barrels of the rear…mounted assault cannon and took a deep breath。
Patience。 He had to wait until they entered the code and opened the door。
Still flat on his stomach； he pulled his bolt pistol from its insulated holster and worked the action； chambering a round。 The storm
easily swallowed the noise。 He flicked off the safety and waited。
His targets entered the sheltered lee of the bunker and the tallest of the pair began punching the entry code into the keypad。
Honsou sighted on the soldier nearest him； lining the fore and back sight precisely on the gap between the man's helmet and flak
jacket。 He exhaled slowly； calming his breathing； preparing to shoot。
Everything faded from his perceptions。 Everything except the shot。
The code was almost entered。 His finger tightened on the trigger。 His vision narrowed to a tunnel； following the path his bolt
would take。
HAWKE GRIMACED AS the door to the bunker slid jerkily open； draining away the little heat left in the listening post。 Why the hell
didn't they put a two…door approach system on these places？ Not just for the security； but to keep the warmth in。
He glanced at the external pict…display as the door slid further open and did a slow double…take as the wind dropped and the
swirling dust abated。 Behind Charedo he saw a huge armoured figure with a raised pistol。
Without a second thought he leapt for the emergency door override and slammed it down。
The roaring of the wind drowned the first shot。
Hawke heard a second； followed by two dull thuds。 He swore； seeing Hitch and Charedo slump to the ground； gaping craters
where their faces had been。
He grabbed the handle of the rear cannon and yanked the trigger hard。 He swung the gun from side to side； not aiming； just
shooting。 The roar of the cannon was deafening； the rattling of spent shells ringing from the grey walls。
The supersonic shells blew up a storm； churning the mud and earth outside to atoms as thousands of rounds turned the area before
him into a death…trap； shredding anything within its arc of fire。
He screamed as he fired。 He didn't know whether he was hitting anything and didn't much care。
'You just messed with the wrong guy！' he yelled。
Dust blew in his face； filling his mouth and he angrily spat it clear。 Then he–
Dust？ He glanced quickly at the door。
Oh no…
Hitch's body was blocking it； preventing it from closing。
Indecision tore at him。 Door or cannon？
'Damn you； Hitch！' he shouted and jumped down from the cannon's firing step。 He grabbed Hitch's headless corpse and pulled；
hauling his former squadmate inside； out of the door's path。
A shape loomed up out of the dust。 He fell back as a bullet tore across his shoulder。
Hawke screamed and snatched up Hitch's fallen rifle as a giant shape loomed in the doorway。
He fired the rifle； laughing as his shot punched into the figure's chest。 The massive silhouette reeled； but didn't fall。 Hawke
unloaded the remainder of the power cell through the door； shot after shot。 He laughed as he finally managed to pull Hitch's body
inside the bunker and slammed himself against the door…closing handle。
'Ha！ Get in now； you fraggers！' he shouted at the closing door； whooping with excitement。
Something clattered on the ground as the door finally shut and the laughter died in his throat as he saw the two gently spinning
grenades at his feet。
'Oh no…' he whispered。
Instinctively he kicked out； sending them skittering across the sloping floor to the grenade sump； a deep and narrow trench cut
into the floor at the wall of the listening post for just such an emergency。 The first grenade dropped into the sump； but the second
bounced clear； rolling back towards him。
Dropping everything； he sprinted for cover behind the vox…panel。
The grenade exploded。
Fire and shrapnel； blinding light and ringing eardrums。 Blood and noise as the bunker became a raging inferno。
Guardsman Hawke screamed as fire and whickering fragments lashed his body。 The force of the explosion picked him up and
slammed him against the wall of the listening post。
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Bright lights sunburst before his eyes and pain swallowed him whole。 He had time to scream once before the pressure wave
snatched the breath from his lungs； slamming his head into the wall and taking the pain away。
As THE DUST settled； Honsou stepped across the shattered threshold and surveyed the devastated remains of the bunker。 Blood
clotted on his chest where the Guardsman had shot him。
But that was the least of his concerns。 The Imperial lackey had turned his carefully planned assault into a bloodbath。
Two of his men were dead； blown away in the first roar of the assault cannon。
A couple of grenades into the bunker had silenced the cannon； however。 Frags weren't the most powerful grenades； but contained
within the cramped confines of this bunker they had been devastating。
He kicked the blackened； smouldering corpse of the Guardsman； v