The sweep continues. Room by room, hallway by hallway, floor by floor. There’s so many. And we don’t even see any rats. Food is scarce as well. We don’t dare go back empty handed.
Squad Renstieff showed up today with their sniper team. We’re in awe what this team has achieved so far. They are the Silent Huntresses.
+++ INQ >>> Drone recon >>> CD makes contact <<< G33 +++
We know that House Druquard long since is tainted even though we never managed to get evidence. Tonight our recon drone was able to follow the Chief Trade Interrogator to a secret meeting in the abandoned streets of the noble district. And our most fearful nightmares become true when we monitor the screen picts of a Deathguard Traitor Marine.
So far it is our strongest believe that the complete stage is in our control. That we secured the perimeters. That our target is unaware of our surveillance. And that her counterpart is unaware of our existence as well. And most likely we did everything right. They really don’t know. Yet me missed a detail. As if we are part of an investigation ourselves.
It’s a hive war. CQC, tanks, dense rooms, claustrophobia. Why do they field fighter squads? Or is there more and High Command doesn’t tell?
There’s almost no light reaching the huge vaults of this district. Our batteries ran out five days ago. The tanks’ engines are so loud that every enemy evades our slow approach. It also seams that our progress is as grinding as everyone’s. No sign of those knight size walkers. The group is convinced that we are chasing shadows. But command wouldn’t dare suggest to stop the hunt.
Imagine you need some space. Away from the constant booming of the artillery. To get some rest in your brain. To be able to think straight once in a while. Imagine you take a stroll. As you did before. Secretly. No Commissar will notice, nor will your NCO. Visiting that nice place in the remote plant. The one destroyed in the former campaign. But this time when you step over the torn down fences something is already there. Xenos.Would you tell anybody?
+++ MSG >>> incoming >>> sensors detect something >>> no visuals >>> R223 <<< EOM
We finally found the entrance to the sub hab. And we constantly have the feeling of being watched and followed. Yet the place is empty.
We found a Lotharoid today. It must have been taken by recon before they disappeared. This is a Jungling’s handwriting. Emperor protects!
