Garbed for war the Astartes are given a wide berth as the Kill Team advance down the corridors. The petty mortals standing back and bowing low to the grimfaced avatars of death.

Reaching the heavy industrial sectors of the low deck and engineerum the marines can see the ring of steel surrounding the access shafts near the heretics den.

One of the leading troopers, a staff sgt by his chevrons bows low, "My lords's Astartes. We have sealed all the access hatches and diverted drive plamsa to other vents to prvent egress. Do you wish us to accompany you?

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