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Silhar:
Eldar still was crouching behind his piece of cover, clutching the shotgun in his palms, while DuPont's men were leaving the room. He just turned to them, aiming the weapon directly at the rich man's head. Vicious smile didn't leave his face at all.
"Standing right behind thee, young one. Try not anything senseless. DuPont, I reckon ?", he drawled. "Move out, bloody scum !"
Xander Morhaime:
"Xenos..." Halsted snorted, shaking his head before looking at DuPont, keeping his stubber trained on the men. "What can you do, right? Before we depart, there's a small matter to deal with first. You had a captive here not too long ago, captured in a... street brawl, I think? Some of his possessions are of interest to us. Once we have those, we'll light out for safer quarters."
Marcus Constantine:
While waiting for the reply, Marcus was aiming at the crooks. He was hoping whoever was attacking the fortress would respect the Inquisition. If not, everything might turn into a bloody mess.
"Do not hesitate, we must act fast..."
Gargulec:
'The possessions, right... right muttered DuPont. He seemed frightened. 'I think that we left them in the cellblock... or was it in the...'
Loud, mechanical footsteps from behind you interrupted his speech. Through the breached door, three persons came in. Two were obviously skitari, with their hellguns raised and ready to fire any minute. The third one, however, was much bigger, almost hulking. Clad in red robes of Mechanicum and with many servo-arms sprouting from her back.
'So, here you are, scum she said, and suddenly, you remembered her. Myrmidon Alexis, the very one that almost vaporized Silharriel on the landing pad. 'And you? she added, turning towards Laz. 'What are the Radical's servants doing here? Conspiring with the heretics, perhaps?'
Xander Morhaime:
Halsted couldn't help but sigh under his mask. It looked like every blasted force on the planet had sent their players to this one compound. At this rate, he figured, the next thing to arrive would be an Astartes Drop Pod through the roof...
"Securing resources and retrieving stolen materiel," the guardsman snapped off a reply, his patience a tad strained by the events of the day. "The men here may possess information of use to our masters - though I'm sure we could part with all save mister DuPont here, should you insist. They earlier succeeded in capturing some of our supplies, which we aimed to retrieve as well."
"By the way... how'd you lot get past that regiment that was raising all hell outside?" Halsted asked, moving so that he wasn't standing between the Mechanicus and the heretics... and so he'd have a decent field of fire at either group, if it came to that.
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