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11/21/2015 11:41:14 PM
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[i]We are here to maintain order. This place is full of chaos, of discord. Many voices, fighting to be heard. Yours is one of many.[/i]
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We're here on the same purpose as hired by the Imperium. The reason most of that city is orderly is because we've poured resources into making it orderly.
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The man stares at him once more, inscrutable. [i]No. Your order is not order. It is a marionette, a puppet led by strings of currency and lubricated with the blood of your good men. The Imperium denied us our power, in the beginning. We were here before them.[/i]
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That's not something to take up with me, then. I'm here on orders. Business is business for us. If you want to take it up with the Imperium, you'd need to get into contact with their representatives, because I cannot answer for them.
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The man nods. [i]I understand this; but now I must make you understand.[/i] The man begins to twitch slightly in his seat. [i]They took our power. Took away order. Doomed the world to chaos and discord. They cried for a savior and received an oppressor. Our humanity died the silence of a thousand adulating voices.[/i] His voice takes on a sudden and sinister edge, and it seems to have another voice sliding under it, like an ice floe of blood on a frozen pond. His voice grows to a roar, and a sound like static can be heard in the background. The man's body shakes uncontrollably. [b][i]WE ARE WHAT ONCE WERE, AND WILL BE AGAIN! ORDO REGNAT![/i][/b] The room's lights cut out.
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[i]Auxiliary power systems engage, relighting the room. Each of the soldiers in an exosuit immediately switches their visor to night vison, and primes their weapon. The officer draws his handgun and aims it where the man was, waiting.[/i]
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Edited by Ex PI: 11/22/2015 12:36:58 AMThe man is gone, with a vent cover above him hanging open loosely. A system check shows the other unknown operatives have remained in place, and that the anomaly has not affected any of them.
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[i]The officer keeps his magnum in hand, and radios to his other men.[/i] Lock this place down. Keep everything closed up and guarded. I don't think they want us, but I'd be damned careful. Do not pursue. If the others are in their cells, take them back to the city and let them out. Keep an eye on any of their activity.
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One of the other operatives, as they pass, pauses near the officer. [i]Excuse me. You were the one interrogating our leader?[/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/22/2015 12:51:19 AMYes. Why? [i]His hand remains on his magnum.[/i]
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[i]Where is he? We heard a disturbance.[/i]
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Disappeared. We've got full video and audio recording up until the power cut out. I've got no idea where he went, but you'll be sent back to the DMZ for transfer out of the city for your safety.
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[i]Oh, God.[/i] She grabs the officer's radio from his vest, dials in an unknown frequency code, and begins speaking rapidly. [i]This is Grey Goose Two. Actual has suffered contamination: XK-Class scenario possible. Alerting local forces to threat, and being evacuated to safe zone. Out.[/i] The operative turns back to the officer after scrubbing the channel. [i]Are there any other groups around here that need warning? Other security firms, military officials, civilians?[/i]
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Nothing around here for miles. Civvies were sent into the Imperial shelters a long time ago. This is just a detention facility for any cultists we take alive. Nothing of real value here.
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[i]Alright. You need to activate whatever security protocols you have, and now. Seal this place. If you have personnel with dependents back home, evacuate them as well. You said you had convicts here?[/i]
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Cultists. Nothing else.
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[i]Good. Bring me a few.[/i]
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[i]He makes a call to his radio, and moments later, two cultists are brought out of their cells, looking bloody and beaten, hands ziptied behind their backs.[/i]
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[i]Perfect. May I borrow a radio?[/i]
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[i]He tosses you his.[/i]
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The operative clicks it back into the unknown channel. [i]Grey Goose Two to Argus: Beginning neutralization procedures.[/i] She gestures to the cultists. [i]Pray.[/i] The two men begin a wailing hymn to Tzeench as the lights flicker again. The operatives' leader reappears at the end of the hallway. He jerks and twitches as a solid mass of shadow begins to be pulled out of him. The cultists' chant grows louder. The lights go out once again. When they return, the pair of cultists are surrounded by this same shadow. They rush the operative, who begins a desperate hand-to-hand duel. [i]SHOOT THEM! SHOOT THEM NOW![/i]
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[i]The men in exosuits each cap the cultists in the head, twice with .308 rounds from their SCAR-h rifles.[/i]
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The men slump to the floor, and a shadowy mass begins to twist up from them. The operative throws a glass vial onto the mass, which lets loose an unholy scream, bursts into blue-orange flames, and explodes. The roof is blown clear off the facility, but the operative & the soldiers survive. [i]Grey Goose Two to Argus: Bioweapon neutralized. All alive. Requesting medevac.[/i]
