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Silhar:
"You are not going to say that the cursed cultist of the Changer of Ways is an unproper thing for a bit of violence, are you ?", drawled the Outcast, still glaring at DuPont's eyes.
Xander Morhaime:
"That decision is not yours to make. You are not a sentient being to make such judgements, but a weapon to be unleashed against the Emperor's enemies," Halsted replied coldly, then glanced at DuPont.
"That said, don't do any permanent damage and ensure that he is still able to talk with no trouble afterwards," the guardsman instructed, then stalked off to inspect the looting of the rest of the complex by his compatriots.
Xander Morhaime:
Halsted spent a fair deal of time searching through the rest of the complex. On occasion, the others might see him go back and forth, carrying large pieces of cloth or bags. Securing materiel was an art he'd learned well. Eventually he returned with a bag full of various clinking odds and ends, as well as three large wrapped packages, two looking like a weapon of one sort or another, the third like something much bigger, leaving the lot in the room where the others waited.
Then he went to investigate the room they'd flushed DuPont and his thugs out of.
For a short while, there was the general sound of rummaging. After a short while the guardsman returned, took his shovel back, and returned to the small room. There was the sound of creaking wood, and finally a crack as something gave. A moment of silence, then the faint rustling of cloth...
...followed by the loud thud of a lid being slammed shut and a string of profanities any drill sergeant would be proud of. Some more banging, metal on wood.
Then the guardsman returned once again. He still wore his mask, so his expression couldn't be seen, but his voice had somewhere lost its edge - it was dull and cold now. "Priest. Someone in there requires last rites," he said quietly, shovel pointing into the room at a stack of crates. The instructions done, he turned to DuPont. "Explain the boxes. And what is behind the door," he said flatly, still holding the shovel in his hands.
Gargulec:
'Oh, you found your missing workers, did not you?' asked DuPont with cheerful voice. 'They just happened to be on wrong side, and then did not took the opportunity we gave them. So, well...' he paused, and gave you all a huge, genuine grin 'So, they embraced the Chaos. In all it's glory. In life and death.'
Then, the smile vanished from his face, replaced by the look of true sorrow.
'Sadly, sadly, we could not deliver them through the door... Which would lead to their ascension, if you want to know so badly... Shame, shame...'
Xander Morhaime:
Halsted didn't speak, at least not right away. What he *did* do, however, was bring his boot up in a kick to DuPont's groin, making sure to put enough force to it that he wouldn't feel tempted to follow it up with a shovel beating.
"You are a traitor to His Most Benevolent Holiness, the Emperor. May your name be forever stricken from memory and your soul forever cursed to wander in darkness, devoid of His blessing," the guardsman snarled, his voice low. "And I don't think your... masters will want to bother with the soul of such a failure either. I will be sure to detail what I have seen in there in my report to my mistress' interrogators. And recommend to the planetary government to set off a plasma charge on top of this place."
That done, he took out one of his incendiary bombs, set the timer on it, and looked back into the small room. "Finish up, priest. I want to be done with this tainted place," he muttered.
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