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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　t