With Guilliman and Craybourne takign up positions either side of the door, and Cain and Venris still suffering from their falls, it fell to Quinlan to kick in the door, which comes off its hinges suprisingly easy, flakes of rust cast into the air by the door's impact against the stone floor.
As you enter, you see the room is empty but for an overturned steel desk, behind which you hear a low whimper.
cautiously you advance, weapons drawn and at the ready, and suddenly the whimper goes quiet, and you hear the sound of a trembling hand pulling a revolver;s hammer back
"d-don come any closer filthy heretic scum, I-I'm warning you, emperor as my witness I'll g-gut your filthy hides quick as lightnin" a wavering young man's voice emenates from behind the table, and guard issue helmet pokes out over the top edge of the table, you see that the helmet bears a white stripe along the helmet, denoting the guardsman as an ill trained conscript, untested and untried, much like yourselves.
"y-your not mutants......who are you?" the boy demands, his face and revolver sticking out over the edge of the table, the weapon shaking in his hands.
you judge the boy to be no older than 16, one of many cadet-soldiers raised from the planetary defence force training regiments and put into active service against the rebellion.
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What do you do?
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