Black Crusade IC

[Henry the 57th]

The Word Bearers walk down the hallway for several minutes in silence, bolters gripped and ready. Eventually, they halt at a seemingly random spot and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Finally, a voice seems to come out of nowhere.

"You are alone?"

"We are."

"Good."

A piece of the background seems to move forward. A blue gauntlet with silver edges shows beneath a cloak.

...

Setesh and Slathissin find a bay full of slaves with little trouble, their superhuman senses easily detecting the sounds and smell of so many before they even come close.