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increased as his body combated the threat； pumping his blood swiftly through his oolitic kidney
implant； cleansing it of the deadly serum。
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After less than a minute； Burias’s heart rate had returned to normal and the shaking sickness had
left him。
“Intriguing；” he said to himself。
The coteries had been moving through the tunnel system for about an hour。 They had encountered
no sign of life； though there was evidence of furious firefights。 The tunnels were as silent as tombs；
and cold light blazed down upon them from the rows of strip…lights overhead。 Abruptly the lights
flickered abruptly and died。
“Five unknowns； moving on our position；” barked Namar…sin； breaking the silence。 “Coming fast。
Very fast。”
Marduk and the Stetavoc Space Marines of Namar…sin’s coterie were instantly moving for cover。
A faint whine could be heard； approaching rapidly。
“Ware the north；” Marduk bellowed； just as five blurred shapes roared out of the darkness of the
side tunnel； moving with impossible speed。 They scythed through the air； skimming two metres
above the ground and banked sharply into the access tunnel。 They were as sleek and deadly as
knives； and shot forward as their engines were gunned。
Khalaxis and his coterie were caught in the open； and before they could even raise their weapons
to fire； three of their number were cut down beneath a hail of barbed projectiles。
Another was dropped as the jetbikes streaked through the coterie； a curved blade slicing off one
of the warrior brother’s arms； severing it at the elbow。
Then the jetbikes were past； hurtling by the Word Bearers and jinking around the scattered
debris。
Bolters coughed； lighting up the darkness； but they were too slow and the enemy too fast。 One of
the Anointed unleashed the fury of his reaper autocannon； and hundreds of high calibre rounds
chased the jetbikes as they banked around in a wide circle； passing behind the wreckage of the
derailed carriages of the rail conveyance。 The autocannon tore through the carriages of the train and
ripped out great chunks from the rockcrete walls； but even the enhanced targeting sensors built into
the Anointed’s Terminator armour could not match the speed of the enemy。
Empty shell casings fell like rain from the mighty weapon； but the jetbikes roared on through the
darkness unscathed。 A missile； launched by one of Namar…sin’s Havoc Space Marines； streaked
through the darkness towards one of the jetbikes as it rounded the debris。 With preternatural
reflexes； the jetbike’s rider spun his vehicle around in a spiralling corkscrew roll； and the missile
passed beneath it harmlessly； impacting in a fiery explosion against the wall。
Marduk fired his bolt pistol on semi…auto at the enemy silhouetted against the flames of the
explosion； but even though he had compensated for their speed； still he was too slow。
Two more of Khalaxis’s coterie were cut down as they scrambled for cover； and then the
jetbikes were gone； disappearing up the tunnel that they had emerged from only seconds before。
Kol Badar was roaring orders； and the remains of Khalaxis’s 17th coterie dragged their fallen
brethren into cover。
The one…armed Namar…sin and his heavy weapon toting Havoc warriors rose from their position
and ran forwards； half…dropping into cover behind a wrecked Imperial vehicle while others took up
position behind rockcrete pillars。 They readied their heavy weapons； hefting them to shoulders or
bracing them in their arms； their stances wide as they sought targets。
“More hostiles inbound；” shouted Sabtec。
“Where？” snapped Kol Badar。
“Behind us；” replied Namar…sin； and Marduk swore。
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“Sabtec； protect the rear。 Enfilading fire；” ordered Kol Badar。 The warriors of the 13th moved
instantly into position； moving with practiced efficiency。 All the warrior brothers were in cover；
with one line facing north； one west。
“Khalaxis； report；” ordered Marduk。
“One dead； one as good as；” growled the towering champion of the 17th。
The Anointed split； two moving to join the 13th in the rear； the other two standing with Kol
Badar at the entrance to the north tunnel。
“Burias；” hissed Marduk as he dropped in alongside Sabtec； watching the rear。 He couldn’t see
anything moving in the distance； but； respectful of the speed of the enemy； he judged that that did
not mean much。
“Yes； my lord？” came the silken response on the vox…net。
“Guard Darioq…Grendh’al。”
Burias was slow to respond； and Marduk read the resistance to his orders in the silence。
“Protect him； icon bearer；” snapped Marduk。 “He dies； and you die。”
Burias crouched atop the wreckage of one of the train’s carriages； sniffing the air。 He sensed
something nearby； but could not locate its whereabouts。
Movement out of the corner of his eye attracted his attention； and he snapped his head towards
it； emitting a low growl。 Even with his daemon…enhanced witch…sight； he could see nothing。
“Burias；” said Marduk； and the icon bearer hissed in frustration。
“Fine；” he replied； giving the area where he had sensed movement a final glare。
As he dropped down from the carriage to the cracked plascrete platform below； a whip…thin
figure crawled forward across the top of the carriage behind him； its form vague as if it dragged the
surrounding darkness around it like a shroud。
The icon bearer flicked a glance over his shoulder； and the shape melted into the shadows。 In an
instant； it was once more invisible； and Burias turned away； jogging towards Magos Darioq。
The stink of Chaos was strong around the magos； who was standing immobile behind the twisted
wreckage of what may once have been an Imperial vehicle； oblivious to the preparations going on
around him。
“Move there；” snapped Burias； giving the magos a shove。 Darioq…Grendh’al walked
mechanically forward； each slow step accompanied by the hiss and wheeze of servos。
“Here they come again；” said Kol Badar in his warning growl。
“Kill them； in Lorgar’s name！” roared Marduk。
“Contact from the east；” said Sabtec； his voice calm and measured。
Marduk glanced around the twisted metal he was taking cover behind； and saw a number of lithe
figures darting from cover to cover； heading towards them up the tunnel。 Even with his advanced
vision and the supplementary enhancements provided by his helmet； they were difficult to focus on；
for they moved so quickly。
The First Acolyte narrowed his eyes； as he focused on one of the xenos humanoids。 For a
moment； it was clearly visible as it crouched； the long fingers of one hand splayed out on the floor。
Its slim body was encased in a form…fitting suit of reflective black armour that moulded to its
movements： a far cry from the heavy； inflexible plate worn by the Word Bearers。 Barbed ridges rose
along its forearms and shoulders； and its head was completely encased within a sleek； backwards
sweeping helmet。 It carried a long； slim weapon of alien design； and elegantly curving blades
protruded from the barrel and hand…grip。
Then the alien was moving once again； its movements sharp and precise as it darted into cover。
Its speed was almost unnatural； one moment it was perfectly still； utterly balanced and focused； the
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next it was gone。 There was a grace and fluidity to its movements that no human； however
enhanced； could ever hope to match。
“Eldar；” spat Marduk。
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Solon sat alone in the mess room。 His tray vibrated slightly on the metal table from the
reverberations of the crawler’s engines； and the mugs hanging against the wall rattled。 He still wore
his bulky exposure suit； though he had slipped free of its upper half； which hung down behind him。
He pushed away his half…eaten meal of bland synth…paste gruel as the door to the mess room was
pushed open。
The foreman primaris tapped one of the nicotine sticks from his packet； and lit it with a deft flick
of his butane lighter。 He nodded to Cholos through the haze of blue…grey smoke as he sat down
opposite。
The boy that they had found in the abandoned crawler unit moved forward from behind the door；
his wide eyes wandering around the room。
“You gonna eat that？” asked Cholos； gesturing to the half…eaten meal。
Solon pushed the tray towards the orderly in response； blowing out another cloud of smoke。
Cholos coughed once and cleared his throat。
“Come on； kid。 Get some food into you；” said Cholos； patting his hand on the seat of the vacant
chair encouragingly。 The boy moved forward warily； and his eyes locked on the food。
Solon stared at the boy； still seeing his son’s dead face。 The boy wore an exposure suit that was
much too large for him； its hood drawn back away from his head。 The sleeves hung well past his
hands； and the cuffs of its legs were bunched up around his ankles。 As he shuffled forward； trying
not to trip； he would have made a comical sight were he not so clearly malnourished。
He’d spoken not a word since they had brought him aboard； except to say his name when
questioned： Dios。 The boy’s words when they had found him still haunted Solon。
“They were taken；” the boy had said。 There were some corpses aboard the crawler； but the vast
majority of the people that had been onboard had apparently disappeared into thin air。