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again； shattering its bones。
He only stopped when he was exhausted。 He looked down at the mutant’s staring red eyes
seeming to accuse him even now； and he felt the itch on his right hand spreading； crawling up his
arm。 His right glove had come adrift from his greatcoat sleeve； and he was sickened by the sight of
grey fur bristling in the gap。 He pulled up the glove quickly； and buried the hand in its sling to
conceal it more fully。 He could almost have cried。 Hadn’t he done what the Emperor had asked of
him？ It wasn’t his fault that the mutant had stopped fighting； hadn’t challenged him fully。 Pozhar
had expected redemption； but instead he felt empty。
And that was how Steele and the others found him； a short time later： standing over the fallen
mutant； staring down at it； unable to tear his gaze away from it； unable to answer the one burning
question； the unthinkable question； in his thoughts。
Is that my future？
Iota Hive was a little smaller than Alpha； and yet still it dwarfed the Ice Warriors as they emerged
from the hills into its shadow。 Its size fooled Mikhaelev； making him think that the hive was closer
than it was。 And the closer they got to it； the larger — and the further away — it seemed to grow。
Even so； he could already smell the rank purple fungus that encrusted its iced…over surfaces。
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It looked as if the hive had been abandoned a long time ago to the uncaring elements。 If only；
Mikhaelev thought； that could have been the case。
There was a breach in the hive’s blackstone outer wall； but Steele steered his squad well clear of
this after Palinev sighted through his field goggles and reported that he saw figures moving amid the
wreckage。
The hive stopped growing at last； and the great wall filled Mikhaelev’s field of vision。 The Ice
Warriors tucked themselves in against it； careful not to touch the reeking ice； and Steele led the way
along the sheer black face。 It soon became evident to Mikhaelev that they were making for the
breach after all。
Not long after that； the colonel motioned to his squad to be silent and still。 They were nearing
their goal； he said； although Mikhaelev had no way of seeing this for himself。 Presumably； Steele’s
augmetics had helped him calculate the distance to the breach。
“We don’t know how many guards there might be in there；” said the colonel； “but as always it
only takes one to raise the alarm。”
“Fortunately；” said Gavotski； “we still have surprise on our side。 If anyone had seen us coming；
I’m sure we would know about it by now。”
“We’re a long way behind enemy lines；” said Blonsky。 “Those guards have every reason to be
complacent； to have let their attention wonder。 We all know that the followers of Chaos lack selfdiscipline。”
A couple of the others murmured their agreement； and Mikhaelev joined in belatedly。
After what Blonsky had said about him last night； after the number of suspicious glares he had
drawn today； he thought it wise to display his enthusiasm for their cause。
“What we need；” said Gavotski； “is for a couple of troopers to scout ahead； to take out the
sentries without being seen if they can。 Palinev should be one。”
“I can do that！” Pozhar chirped up。 Seeing Gavotski’s doubtful look； he said； “It makes sense；
sergeant。 After Palinev； I’m the lightest on his feet — and I know what you’re thinking； you’re
thinking this sling will slow me down； but I’m getting used to it。 I know I’m having trouble shooting
with my left hand； but I can handle a knife with it； just let me show you。”
The look on his face was imploring； almost desperate — and Gavotski gave Pozhar a long；
appraising stare； and then glanced at Steele； before he made his decision and announced it with a
curt nod of his head。
Mikhaelev thought that he had made a mistake。 Pozhar was too impatient for a job like this one。
He had volunteered for no other reason than that he wanted some action； and nothing would get in
the way of that for him。 But then this wasn’t the first time Gavotski had shown a soft spot for the
young trooper — and the last thing Mikhaelev could afford to do right now was question that。
In the event； his pessimism was proved ill…founded。 Only a few minutes after Palinev and Pozhar
had slipped away； the latter returned beaming from ear to ear； to report that there had been four
cultists on sentry duty and that they had all been despatched。 Steele motioned the squad forwards
again； and soon the black wall beside them fell away； and they were climbing over rubble。
There were； indeed； four robed corpses at the entrance。 It looked as if the cultists had been
playing cards when Palinev and Pozhar had got the drop on them and slashed two of their throats。 A
third cultist had struggled； and had had his neck broken。 The fourth had evidently tried to run； and
had been brought down by a knife to the back。
“We should try to hide the bodies；” said Anakora。 “Then； if anyone comes by； they might
assume that these guards have just deserted their post。”
They were inside the hive at last — Mangellan’s hive； as it was now。
From now on； thought Mikhaelev gloomily； things could only get a great deal more dangerous。
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Time to Destruction of Cressida： 20。32。13
From the outside； Iota Hive had seemed relatively intact。
Inside； it was a different story。 Hardly a structure had been left untouched by the war that had
raged within。 Bridges had been blown out； gantries collapsed； water tanks exploded。 A burnt…out
Chimera lay on its roof； the corpses of a driver and two gunners rotting inside。 There were many
more bodies； and parts thereof； strewn about the streets or half…buried in the wreckage of
demolished walls。 Barricades had been built up from whatever materials were available； to be
broken down again。
No natural light could penetrate this deeply into the hive — and the electric lights were
intermittent； unreliable； allowing black pools to congregate between them。 Grayle drove through it
all； along narrow streets that had once teemed with people。 Those streets were empty now； most of
the people dead — and of those who had survived； most would have joined their attackers and left
with them； marching on to wage their next bloody battle。
Even so； the sounds of other vehicles and of pounding machinery still thrummed through the
hive； and occasionally a voice could be heard raised in maniacal laughter or a tortured scream。
All in all； it was a sobering scene — especially for these nine soldiers who had； only yesterday；
been fighting to defend a hive much like this one。 The difference was； thought Grayle； that Alpha
Hive had been attacked from without； its walls beaten down。 The reason that Iota’s walls were still；
for the most part； standing was that it had suffered a far worse fate。 Iota had been attacked from
within。
When he had started the truck’s engine； it had roared like an asthmatic lion。 The unnatural sound
had reverberated from the roof and the walls until it had seemed loud enough to bring them all
crashing down。 Gavotski had handed him a tattered robe； torn from a dead cultist； and offered the
same to Barreski who was seated beside Grayle now in the cab。 Neither of them had been happy
about touching the foul cloth； wrapping it about their shoulders； but it had had to be done。
“The cultist I questioned talked about an Ice Palace；” Steele had said； “the stronghold of the
Chaos leader in these parts。 He didn’t exactly provide a map； but there’s no doubt that it will be the
most defensible and defended building in the city。 That means it will be as near as damn it to the
centre； and most likely on one of the higher levels。 We’ll have to make our way inwards and
upwards； get as close as we can to our goal before the enemy knows we’re here。”
So far； Grayle had seen precious little of the enemy — just a few shapes flitting across high
walkways； and at one point a cloaked figure slumped in the gutter； singing to herself。 That changed
as he guided his truck around a tight corner and was confronted by at least twenty of them。
It looked like they had been celebrating here； among the ruins。 There were bottles everywhere。
The revelry had died down now； though； and most of the cultists were lying around listlessly。 That
was； until they clapped eyes on the new arrivals。 A half…hearted cheer went up at the sight of what
the drunken cultists took to be friends； partners in their recent victory — and they rushed to
surround the truck； banging on its sides and rocking it on its suspension。
Grayle fought down his natural disgust； forced a tight smile onto his lips and gave a thumbs…up
sign through the window。 Beside him； Barreski tried to do likewise； but his smile didn’t quite reach
his eyes。 The cultists were probably too far gone to notice anyway； thought Grayle。 The real
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problems would arise if they were to open the truck’s back door and find a squad of Valhallan Ice
Warriors seated inside。
He had to get away from here — but the cultists were in front of him too； slowing him to a crawl
lest he crush three or four of them beneath his wheels。 The temptation to do just that was almost
irresistible。 However； he kept his cool； and was soon through the crowd； able to pull away from
them。
A moment later； Barreski sat bolt upright and cried； “Stop！ Stop here！” And Grayle stepped hard
on the brakes； although he couldn’t see the reason for the urgency。
Barreski hopped out of the cab； and scurried over to the corpse of an Imperial Guard officer。
Grayle almost laughed with relief。 There was no danger； his fellow tanker had just noticed a
salvageable piece of kit and hadn’t been able to resist it。 He peeled a metal gauntlet from the dead
Guardsman’s hand； and his face was alight with enthusiasm as he climbed back into his seat with it。
“Nice glove；” said Grayle。 “What’s it supposed to be？”
“A power fist； of course；” said Barreski； sounding surprised that his comrade didn’t know。 “You
put this on your arm； and it generates an energy field； lets you punch with the strength of ten men。 It
doesn’t seem too badly damaged； either。 The casing is a little scorched； that’s all。 Never used one
before； but I’ve seen them in action。 I’m pretty sure I can work out how to activate it。”
“Activate it？” said Grayle。 “You can barely even lift it！”
“Once this thing is working；” said Barreski； “it’ll lift itself。”
At that moment； knuckles rapped on the partition behind them； a reminder from their colonel
that they had a deadline。 Grayle started up the truck again； and guided it into an area of relatively
untouched streets； where the going was a little easier and cover more plentiful。 The habitats of the
lower…level hive…dwellers rose up around them； rows of tiny windows stretching to the roof。
They made good progress for a couple of hours — but eventually； inevitably； they ran into more
cultists。 The further they went； the more they saw； no matter how many detours Grayle took to avoid
them。 Their comings and goings appeared to be centred around a large； black building。 It was
obviously a manufactorum； and its great steaming chimneys signified that it was in use。
He performed a U…turn； heading back into the dark residential sector。 He pulled up in the
shadows just out of range of a sputtering light； and when Barreski asked him why； he explained；
“There are just a few too many heretics out there for my liking。 Someone’s bound to notice us soon；
and start asking questions。”
He had been intending to consult Colonel Steele； to ask his permission to abandon the truck。 He
was surprised to find his comrades already disembarking onto the street。
“I think you’re right； Grayle；” Steele said — and Grayle realised that； thanks to his augmented
senses； he had been well aware of everything that was happening outside the vehicle； had probably
heard its driver’s every word。 “It’s far too much of a risk to go through that crowd。 It’s time we
headed upwards。”
It was Palinev who found the lifter。
On Gavotski’s orders； the Ice Warriors had spread out in search of a way up to the hive’s higher
levels。 Creeping down an unlit street； Palinev had found himself uncomfortably close to the
manufactorum that Grayle had described。 He had seen cu