1 - The target
The complex was huge, of epic proportions, twenty miles wide, twenty five long and sixteen stories high.
The architecture of Imperial design; a dull, grim behemoth of a building, like a fallen Titan, duller now by the black of night
Not to mention the seven hundred k PDF and Imperial Guard behind it's walls.
Leonard Rodyille was supposed to break into that, not alone of course but with a team of seven other highly trained professionals.
Right at this time he only had one other with him his second in command: Amaraa Latashe, she lay on the grass not a meter away.
Rodyille turned his attention from the target and gazed upon Latashe an attractive woman that could be easily classed under the "hot" category, with a supple voluptuous body emphasized even more from the skin tight body glove she always wore (even under her disguises)
Emperor forgive, Rodyille always found it hard not to stare, no impossible it was the equivalent of asking an Ork not to smash stuff but Latashe never minded, though with an amazingly short temper her confidence was total her idiosyncrasy was "you can look but you can't touch and if you do touch your going to get your butt kicked"
Not that Rodyille minded he still was still
stuck on "her"
Rodyille shook away the thought, he
needed to concentrate and put his scope back to his eye and scanned
the target.
"How the frig are we going to break into that?" asked Latashe suddenly, a little too loud.
"I'll think of something" replied Rodyille dropping his scope from his eye and turning back to her.
To be honest Rodyille had no idea, they had cracked some tough nuts before but this made all those targets look like a refugee camps.
Latashe rolled on her side and Rodyille's eyes wandered so far he never saw her hazel eyed glare.
"Leonard" she said with her "business" tone, well "business" was a bit off target "your a smart bastard and all but this--"
"Is too frigging hard"
Rodyille wasn't the one who had interrupted Latashe, it was his wrist vox.
"Vex?" hissed Rodyille into the speaker "you find something?"
Rodyille knew the slight pause that followed was Vex grinning.
"Boss, do you really need to ask"
Yes thought Rodyille rolling his eyes the hacker always asked what he thought to be rhetorical questions
"Da,da da da!!" said Vex in tune "I have found the target's blue prints"
Rodyille's eyes widened in disbelief "how the frig did you do that?"
"I have my ways boss"
Rodyille smiled shaking his head "what did you find from that?"
"Exactly what I said boss
it's too frigging hard"
Rodyille frowned about to reply when
Latashe hissed "uhh Leonard we've got company!"
Rodyille glanced up from his vox and saw the PDF patrol coming their way.
"Crap!" hissed Rodyille getting caught now was not an option "tell us when we get back Vex!"
"Okie dokie" came Vex's trademark acknowledgment, just before Rodyille cut the signal.
Then both Rodyille and Latashe melted into the night.
2 - The hideout
Vex Carpomter looked up from
his Cogitator screen.
The groan that had changed Vex's attention was from Zerkas the team's disguise specialist who was just sitting up on the crumpled old couch that served as his bed.
"Up
I see" said Vex.
Zerkas yawned rubbing his eyes with his
fists "Yeah Vex only 'cause I'm bored" he replied.
Vex
smiled turning his attention back to the Cogitator
"Have a good sleep?" Vex asked, his fingers flying over the keys.
"Nahh it was boring"
Vex glanced up, an eyebrow raised.
Zerkas was a man of medium height, with pale skin and a plain as hell face, in the essence of plain that what made him so good he could become anyone.
Zerkas was a docile character rather slow and stupid but that was out of the job when working his intelligence rivaled even Rodyille.
"You where bored when you where asleep?"
"Yep!"
"Actually asleep?"
"Yeeeeep!"
"Ooookie doookie"
"What? what's that look for?"
Karmen Kons entered the living room, wearing only a towel and using another to dry her long blonde hair.
Vex's jaw dropped.
Kons smiled her smile "don't stare Vex it's rude" she said "the only reason why I'm out of the shower is because you got in touch with Rodyille"
Vex would have been shocked if he didn't know that Kons was their resident psychic, beta level and beautiful, where as Latashe was as hot as hell, Kons was just absolutely stunning even without that perfectly curved body her face would of made up for absolutely anything.
"Uhhh there coming in soon" answered and Vex as quickly as hell changing his attention to his Cogitator but not typing anything.
"Ohh don't be so scared Vex!" she said flashing a grin as beautiful as her and she turned back to the bath room door.
In truth Vex wasn't just scared of her, she terrified him.
She was Beta, Beta! she could probably crush him to a bloody pulp with one thought and so was Zerkas that was why he was so silent when she came in.
She was trained as well extremely well trained her fighting skills almost rivaled Latashe and she was ex-inquisitor Ordos though both paled in comparison to Rodyille he was an absolute daemon.
No one on the team knew how Kons got her training except her and maybe Rodyille.
Vex turned to look over to Zerkas, he was back asleep, lying back on that Emperor forsaken couch.
Vex's vox beeped.
"Hey yo Vex!" came
Wilkenson's voice "the boss and Latashe are here"
Both
Wilkenson and Ekitsa where guarding the section
"Okie dokie"
Vex cut the connection and got to his feet stepping through his piles of rubbish and he shook Zerkas awake.
"Their here" he told the master of disguise.
"Who?" asked Zerkas groggily?
Vex sighed.
3 - The planning
Wilkenson was the first to
enter the large living room, a short but well made man in his
mid-forties he wore a large grey leather coat that hid his
Stormtrooper carapace armor.
An Ex imperial guard storm trooper he was the team's weapons and explosives specialist and an ace shot, he could strip and rebuild any gun known to the Imperium of man.
Though grim of face (with numorless war cuts and a boxer's nose) He was a light hearted man with a good sense of humor and a charisma that Vex couldn't help think was being wasted in this little band of thieves not to mention a chain smoking habit as long as a large intestine.
Next was Ekitsa (first name not known)
an Eldar as tall and as beautiful as an Eldar woman should be her
figure emphasized by the
classic Imperial tunic she
wore.
Apparently she was once one of the deadly elite of the
Eldar armies; Howling Banshee her extreme agility helped in many
infiltrations.
How the hell she had join there band Vex had no
idea but Vex knew she was also as arrogant and audacity as an Eldar
should be.
Next in was Amaraa Latashe as hot as ever, her bodyglove hood was down and Vex could see her shortly trimmed dark black red hair that came down to her shoulders, she never smiled that was a fact but she sometimes joked (emphasis on sometimes) though you'd have to know her for a while to know when she did and she never lacked an opinion though not always she would voice it but when she did it almost was always harsh.
And last, but not least was Leonard Rodyille in his trade mark long leather storm coat that according Wilkenson resembled the one that the Imperial commissars wore, with deep black Carapace armor underneath; the big boss he was a handsome young man (only twenty four) with a thin like face and eyes that would charm the pants off any woman (if only he knew that) he was a silent man even maybe to the extreme of being anti social, both him and Latashe held that trait.
But he had many different sides there was the weird insane side that came out in unneeded situations, then there was the opinionated side where he could almost convince anyone of anything.
A curved power sword hung off his waist which he always referred to as "Masamune"
"Vex" said Rodyille, he was on his "business" side today "what did you mean?"
"Exactly what I said boss" replied Vex "it's to frigging hard"
Vex saw Kons' smile she knew exactly what he meant, of course she did.
"Stop playing games!" Latashe snapped, her brow furrowed.
Vex smiled "believe me Amaraa it's not a good thing, they over indulged Adamantium is expensive in the extreme so they had to--"
"Cheat" interrupted Rodyille leaning on the white washed wall with his trade mark evil smile.
"Exactly boss! sixty percent of it's wall are made from Trilothian alloy"
"So what?" said Wilkenson "it maybe weaker but no explosive we got is strong enough to penetrate it"
"I know that Lynn" said Vex looking up from his Cogitator at the guard veteran "but only thirty percent is Titan alloy the rest is made from Hestik steel"
"Ah!" said Wilkenson with a nod and a grin "they should of made the whole thing outta Trilothian my bombs could bash through Hestik with ease"
Rodyille grinned "to frigging strong indeed" he said
4 -
The truth
Rodyille headed the planning after wards which lasted
for three hours but they came up with nothing plausible woopdie doo
they can blow up a small part of the wall what the hell would they do
after that?
Rodyille looked at his wrist Chrono and saw that it was twelve thirty at night in local time.
Rodyille sat on his bed, rubbing his temples and letting out a sigh, he was conning his team as simple as that, the only reason why he was doing this mission was because he had a little run in with the Inquisition, well one Inquisitor to be exact and his name was Nonin Edrasian and Edrasian had hired him to investigate this world Kimos IV for suspected taint and for exchange their crimes would be forgotten.
Rodyille was an Ex-inquisitor, interrogator and he had never heard of such a thing being done.
What he told his team was there was a great treasure hidden in there one with enough value that they could buy a world...far-fetched he knew but they would all follow him into the Eye of Terror and back, he had no idea why.
Kons was the only other person who knew the truth, of course she did, that babe had no respect for privacy but she was keeping her yap shut she wanted a pardon almost as much as he did.
The door to his quarters slid open and in stepped the devil herself.
"Karmen" said Rodyille.
"Leonard" replied Kons with the same formal tone, as she swathed in and sat on the bed next to him he could make out the slight smile playing over her lips.
Wow he realized for the umpteenth time since they had first met she's an amazing woman.
"Yes Leonard I'm" said Kons with a full fledged grin.
Rodyille smiled a patient yet forced smile finding himself annoyed at her, she never had no respect for others' thoughts to her all
"blunts" seemed to be only living books.
"Funny" she said after a pause.
"What?"
"I didn't even read your mind then"
"Hm" he smiled looking to the white washed wall in front of him and shaking his head his anger draining away.
"Hey Leon" said Kons and Rodyille was forced to turn back to her, how many years has it been since he was last called Leon?
Rodyille looked straight into her eyes, they seemed almost earnest.
"Karmen?"
"You can tell them Leonard, you can tell them the truth"
"I will Karmen, when the time is right" Rodyille had no idea when that would be.
Kons shook her head "Leon you maybe one of the hottest guys I know but your people skills suck"
"That's why I rely on you and Wilkenson for that stuff" said Rodyille.
"Don't get me wrong Leon your an awesome leader, a kind person maybe even to kind sometimes and your skill with your "Masamune" is beyond that of an elite Space Marine--"
"Ah! Adeptus Astartes I have never encountered them in combat but I have their rivals..." Rodyille trailed off on his interruption and Kons knew exactly what memory that had flooded back.
She knew everything of Leonard Rodyille and it wasn't common knowledge that both he and Latashe where both in the same Ordos together.
It all had ended tragically for the both of them.
"I'm sorry Leonard" said Kons.
"Nothing to be sorry about Karmen" said Rodyille no tears in his eyes but Kons could sense his barely contained sadness, though his face hid it well.
"Now please will you leave me"
Kons smiled and complied.
When
she exited into the corridor she reached out with her thoughts and
into Rodyille's room then into his mind he was thinking of "her"
he was still in love with "her" and as long as he
remembered "her"
Kons never had a chance.
5
- The last member
The next morning broke its dawn and Lynn
Wilkenson was the first up.
He stretched then yawned and crossed
the kitchen a freshly brewed cup of Caffeine held in his right,
gloved paw.
He stopped and eyed the fast asleep Zerkas on that gritty old couch, the weirdo could sleep anywhere a skill that Wilkenson lacked and he was a twenty year veteran of the Imperial frigging guard.
Wilkenson shook his head and took a sip of his caffeine and immediately regretting it, the hot liquid burning his tongue.
It was his turn for watch and Wilkenson had no idea why the boss wanted this guard no one knew they where on the planet, well Wilkenson didn't know that but he didn't need to know everything really that wasn't his concern he was once part of the largest and most effective killing machine humanity ever knew; The Imperial Guard and that's all Wilkenson needed to know how to kill and nothing more.
Wilkenson exited the kitchen and into the large living room and down the angled stairway there was two angled stair wells leading down into the main entrance way both painted bright white as with the rest of the large mansion type house all but the carpet which was a dull Grey.
Rodyille had bought this house when they had first arrived; it was close to the fortress that was their target but not too close about twelve kilometers away and twenty from the nearest city.
They where in the middle of ten kilometers of forest, local trees all which where tall and dark green thousands at least, perfect cover for the team.
Wilkenson liked this house, it was spacious, almost homely he could maybe even live here get a girl live a quite life maybe even have a family.
But the fake Identities that Vex had conjured up only lasted a year the kid was a magician, but with nerd magic.
Wilkenson smiled to
himself and stepped off the last stair.
Speaking of the nerd
Wilkenson saw Vex's Cogitator lying carelessly (with Vex no wear in
sight) on the floor two meters away surrounded by rubbish of many
different sorts (but mostly food)
Wilkenson sighed, the kid
was a mess in more ways than one and took a sip of his Caffeine
(which thank the Emperor had finally cooled)
Wikenson reached the
door and exited outside.
"End of my shift?" came a voice, the accent sent shivers up Wilkenson's spine.
"Yep!" answered Wilkenson, taking a sip of his Caffeine.
Ekitsa materialized out of nowhere "Why thank you Lynn Wilkenson" she said "my skill is to great for this pathetic guard work"
Wilkenson grinned "yeah right, whatever just go get some rest it's been a long night"
Wilkenson saw the sudden anger light up in the Eldar's eyes.
"I will not be--!" she started.
"I'm sorry" interrupted Wilkenson, lightly with just as much of a light shrug.
Ekitsa said nothing more but fixed him a hard glare that lasted a full twenty seconds then she turned and stormed through the door.
When it slammed shut Wilkenson smiled and pulled out a Lho stick, gritting it in his teeth.
"Jeez" he said to no one in particular meanwhile lighting his Lho stick with a match "That girl's gotta lighten up"
Ekitsa entered inside still fuming, the audacity of that lowly grunt ordering her around, how dare he!
She has had many encounters with his kind before "The Imperial Guard" but that was on battle fields when she could spill out their innards with her Chain Sword, she had never had to talk to them before let alone work with them, pathetic all of them--.
A loud chime interrupted her thoughts and she
glared with her infamous glare at its source it was what the
Imperials called a "vox"
Ekitsa sighed angrily and
stomped over to it, placing the talking/listening device to her
ear.
"Who is this?!" she snapped.
"Ekitsa?" came the caller's voice "is that you?"
Ekitsa knew exactly who it was, the eighth and final member of the team.
"Nate Harak" she said, her anger suddenly driven away by confusion.
"I'm sorry Ekitsa but I need to speak to Rodyille and I need to do it now!"
6 - The
opening
Nate Harak turned to Rodyille.
"Here's the building Leonard" he said.
Rodyille glanced around the building that they hid behind and saw the complex; it was large sixty meters in diameter and two stories high and heavily restored very much unlike every other building that surrounded it, which where all run down and destroyed all the outskirts of this city held that trait.
Rodyille could see two rough, shaven headed guards at its door both holding Las guns.
"I can't see why" said Rodyille, turning back to the spy.
Harak grinned at the sarcasm "sticks out like a sore thumb"
Harak was a handsome man with tanned brown skin and a half shaved head, it suited him and so did the civilian Tunic he wore he had to suite everything he was once an Imperial spy, part of Warmaster Macaroth's covert spy network.
He was thin and of medium height he didn't look like much but that was part of his disguise. He worked alone, always alone and Rodyille let him do that, which was when he was at his best.
"So this crime lord he's got information needed for the infiltration, Nate?" said Rodyille.
"Yes Leonard" replied Harak (he was the only member of the team that never called Rodyille "boss")
"What, kind?"
"Real good stuff" said Harak "like who works at the the target and where they live"
"Crap" whispered Rodyille, perplexed.
"Yes Leonard, crap"
"How did you find did that out?"
"Inside info Leonard I worked my way into local administratum, the records department they know everything"
Rodyille rose an eyebrow "if this crime lord knows so much why doesn't the local Arbites take him out?"
Harak shrugged "not privy to that info yet"
"And the gang bosses' name?"
"Derrag" said Harak "the bastard's big and fat and as ruthless as hell, infamous about this part of the city not to mention he's got a small army garrisoned in that building"
"Great" said Rodyille through gritted teeth "thanks Nate"
"No problem" said Harak "anyway I've got to go Leonard my lunch break is almost over"
"Yeah good work, see you soon
Nate" said Rodyille turning back to look
at the building not
following the spy's retreat, he didn't have to because Ekitsa swathed
out of the shadows.
"Is he trusted?" asked the Eldar, she now wore a bodyglove one of similar design to Latashe, she never seemed to trust the spy.
Rodyille turned back to her "Yes" was all he bothered to reply.
"Are you sure...boss?"
Rodyille smiled, the Eldar hardly called him that and each time she did it always followed a hesitant pause.
"Yes he can be trusted Ekitsa" he said as he raised his wrist vox
"Okay team we're moving and we're doing this diplomatically"
A small chorus of acknowledgments came out of the vox's speaker who where Kons and Wilkenson.
"And we're going with plan delta" added Rodyille "Delta" meant that both him and Kons would go in using her potent psychic ability to draw out the information that they needed both Ekitsa and Wilkenson would stand outside as back up.
Another acknowledgment and Rodyille looked up from his vox, just then seeing Ekitsa's glare.
"What?" he asked.