For the Emperor by Sandy Mitchell

Author:Sandy Mitchell [Sandy Mitchell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Warhammer 40K
Publisher: Black Library
Published: 2012-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

Sandy Mitchell «Forthe Emperor»

Arbites before I joined up.'

'That seems like an odd career move,' I said.

His jaw tightened for a moment. 'Office politics,' he said curtly.I nodded sympathetically. 'It's the same in the Commissariat,' I told him.1 But before we could exchange any more words, a loud crack from behind us presaged the collapse of one of the upper stories of the burning warehouse. 'Better pull your men back,' I told him. 'That's going to go any minute.'

'I think you're right.' He summoned the squad vox operator, relayed the instruction, and led his men up the alley at a rapid trot. I turned to look at the warehouse again. It was well ablaze by now, and pieces of debris were starting to drop from the roof and outer walls. I scrambled back aboard the Salamander while Jurgen gunned the engine, and began to reverse us to safety.

Abruptly, I became aware of the sound of small arms fire, echoing from inside the building, audible even over the pop and crackle of the flames.

'Crassus,' I voxed, chafing at the necessity of relaying messages through his squad vox operator. 'Are any of your men inside the building?' He had just begun to reply when the link went dead, overridden by a message on a higher priority command channel. I'd done the same thing enough times to recognise what was happening, but it had been a long time since I'd been the one cut out. Still, I supposed it showed Orelius was still alive, at any rate, and I'd heard enough of the reply to be reassured that I hadn't accidentally killed any more loyal subjects of the Emperor. That was a relief, as I was still slogging through the paperwork on the last lot of collateral damage I'd inflicted on the PDF. traitors deciding they'd rather shoot themselves than be burned to death, when Crassus I'd just decided that the firing I'd heard was overheated ammo cooking off, or xenoist was back on my combead.

'Commissar. The inquisitor's team are pinned down inside the warehouse. They want immediate extraction.'

Well, what they want and what they'll get are two different things, I thought. Venturing into that inferno would be suicide. Let Crassus try if he wanted, but it looked to me as though Orelius and his cohorts were about to report to the Emperor in Then a truly horrifying thought struck me. I'd been the one who set fire to the person, and there was damn-all any of us could do about it. building. If the Inquisition thought I'd been responsible for the death of one of their own, and had just stood by and let him burn without even trying to rescue him, I'd be a dead man - if I was lucky. I dithered for a fraction of a second, which seemed like eternity, and came to a decision.

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