Necromunda 05 - Junktion by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The town fathers' private water stash was kept in the cistern

at the very top of the Black Pile, in the same wired-in

compound as the big Spyglass watchtower. That fed the

spigot behind Quackstown where the riot had been, and after

that the fathers had got scared and closed off the spigot, no

matter what anyone from the town was wil ing to pay. That

water was theirs.

'Remember Mudeye's theories?' I asked, and Nardo

nodded. Everyone knew that underneath the Black Pile was

just that, a great heap of rubble and a maze of little craters

and cavities. Mudeye had dreamed of pouring dye into some

of the bigger holes and prowling around the levels under

Junktion trying to see if any of it ran through. His dreams about

lost and forgotten levels stuffed with archeotech and pearl

spores and who knew what got more extravagant every time

he cornered someone to talk about them.

Garm Heliko had had the same idea.

He'd assembled a team from whoever out there he was

leading now, bandits and scummers and men from Junktion's

outskirts desperate with thirst. Yonni had known some names.

A freed pit-fighter named Marezk who liked to get in close

with a ram-hammer and sawnoff. A smal -time leg-breaker for

one of the gambling dens named Ghilol a who they said could

throw a grenade clear across Cyclops Square. Spiders-Fear-

Him, a renegade Ratskin scout from Scrubtangle. Others.

Nine in al . The rats alone knew how but they had managed to

do what Mudeye had always talked about. They had wriggled

through those crushing little spaces up through the Black Pile,

worked their way to the surface inside the compound and tried

to take the cistern.

The first watchmen didn't have a chance. They were

walking the fence and scanning the lower slopes of the

Pile with heatseer lenses. It was how the watch had spotted

the attack on me. But nobody was ready for an attack from

inside.

It would've been wiser to stay quiet, Yonni had said, seal off

the cistern and then dictate terms. Would he have got away

with it? Hard to know. It wasn't what he did. Yonni had thought

they were too strung out by then, from thirst and the ordeal of

dragging themselves up through whatever horror-fil ed little

stone gul ets they'd found under the Pile. So Heliko's gang

drew on the first guards they saw. Their weapons weren't

silenced. It was on in a second.

One salvo of pistol shots. Two dead. Guards running

around the cistern, but they're looking the wrong way and

instantly they're under fire too. Three more down, and Heliko

and his gang are grabbing up their longarms. A few seconds

for the watchers up the Spyglass to grasp what's going on and

bring their scopes to bear on the foot of the tower.

Now Heliko's in the reservoir plant, between the big

rockcrete cisterns and in among the tangle of valves and

pipes. The guards know it's more than their skins are worth to

fire in and break those. One, a lanky ex-prospector named

Frogeld, gets out a hand flamer and tries to crawl in through

the machinery on one flank while the others fire close over the

pipes as a diversion. A burst of

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