Chapter I "Inquisitor Rin"
The toxic rain, more acid than actual water, drizzled down the gutters of the Hive World Thanatos. There was a thick downcast of brown clouds; a grayish hue fog of acidic steam covered the streets. Vapors of steam sizzled upon the asphalt as a woman dressed in a casual business suit walked down the street whistling with a skimpy spaghetti string purse slung over her shoulder.
This woman, she was perfect thief bait. Her body was clad in a classic black suit and tie, a black vest, high heels, pants, a black leather trench coat, and a bolder derby hat. Suddenly, a man in a green plastic poncho ran from a nearby back alley. He made for her, grabbed her purse, snapping the spaghetti string, not stopping he sprinted down the street. Onlookers grinned, the woman should have known better.
"Oh dear, it looks as though someone has stolen my purse, oh whatever should I do?" she said dully, fainting concern comically, "I know!"
She turned sharply, a demonic wide grin on her face seemed to cringe upward from her pursed lips rolling her cheeks like the Grinch, her dark green eyes were laden red within the passing acidic steam. She held a detonator in her hand, her white teeth glaring like a demon through the mist. The thief looked back, he held the purse up before his face nervously, and she stabbed the shiny red button in her white gloved hand.
The crowed gawked as the thief suddenly exploded in a hellish inferno. His body literally reduced down to meaty pulp and torn asunder in a horrific explosion which shuttered the nearby buildings. Plaster, refuse, and dust clogged the streets as the woman walked away, snickering, her figure darkened, her eyes masked by glasses that appeared like white ovals within the steaming wash, and that wide grin of white teeth still clearly visible.
+Don't you get tired of this?+ asked an empathic voice inside her head.
The woman stopped in her tracks, sighing, her wide grin contorting back into a pair of pursed red lips. She had regained her dignified composure, tall, a good 5 ft 9 inches tall, long black hair down her back, a thin but respectfully well developed body, even though secretly she wished to be a few cups larger where it counter.
+Nope. Oh the perks of being an Inquisitor… I get to do what I want in the line of duty. Besides, I just killed a thief, society owes me one+
+I suppose that's one way of looking at it+
She smiled fondly, not with the wide wolf like grin she had adorned when murdering the purse snatcher, this smile was more humored, dully, like a child.
+ Hey, you want to give it a try. It's like fishing+
+No thanks. I'll stick to spying on people+
+Right, you're 'that' type of guy. You don't want to act, you want to watch. Going into women's minds, finding out their deepest darkest dirties thoughts...+
+Woooooo… let's not go there+
The woman glowered, leaned backwards, placing her arms crossed behind her head. She smiled harshly, those checks rolling up again.
+You ever go inside my head?+
There was a delay. The physker was weighing his words wisely.
+Once, while you were sleeping+
+See anything you like?+
+Pervert+
She burst out laughing, catching her chest, coughing, and then continuing on like nothing had even happened. Those around her gave the woman a wide birth fearing mental derangement. After a few steps that psychotic grin on her face faded back to pursed lips.
Down a main street, past a few decaying buildings, she reached a large tower lined with Granite. The stone was meant to protect the structure from the acid rain, not purely for decor. She whistled comedicly, while scanning the building from the base to the uppermost spire, like a man gawking at a lady of the hour.
+Is this the place?+
+Yes, but remember, once you are inside I'm going to lose you because of the stone. My mind can't go through that much material… I'm only a Delta.+
+That's ok. I can handle this without any help+
She walked forward and crossed the street. A doorman nodded gracefully and opened an ornately engraved steel aperture. Inside, there was an ornately adorned lobby of green stone, red rugs, and lush wooden furniture.
"Welcome to the Nelos Banking Tower, Mrs…" started a blond secretary as the new guest moved through the lobby, shedding her leather trench coat to a pair of awaiting servants.
"Rin, my name is Rin," replied the Inquisitor, still moving towards the receptionist desk. The receptionist, dressed in a red silk dress and white arm gloves, checked a desktop cogitator while sitting on her highly perched wooden desk.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not showing a Rin anywhere on the registry…"
The Inquistor looked at her, that wide demonic grin adorning her lips. Her body became masked within the shadows of the building's poor interior lighting, blacking out her face except for her white teeth and the white lenses of her glasses. Lightning flashed outside and the building trembled.
"Then maybe you should search Lucas Ashuman?"
The receptionist suddenly went pale. She looked at the inquisitor, and hit a silent alarm under her desk. In the background, the doors to the bank went into lockdown, a giant slab of metal clanging down over the exit. All of the servants suddenly brandished Laspistols and encircled their mysterious guest.
"Now that…" started Rin, "was very foolish."
Rin did a gracious bow, two gas grenades fell and thudded against the ground, igniting and sending a wave of green chemical agent through the room. The nearest servant chocked in something horrible that made his eyes darken red, and fired his Laspistol. Rin leaned backwards; the shot killed another servant in her place. She then pivoted, kicking her heel into another servant's crotch. This servant whelped in pain as he fell to his knees choking on toxic green chemical agent. The last servant who was blind from the gas by this point, fired and missed. Rin twisted his wrist, the Laspistol went free, and she caught it mid-fall while punching him in the throat. The man fell backwards in a heap, and she was on him, her body against his, pulled closely so that she could whisper into his ear, "Say goodbye to your balls."
The receptionist hid behind her desk and heard one last las-blast. Then, there was nothing expect whistling, an old Earth tune? It took a few moments to registrar, the 1812 Overture. Something grabbed her long blond hair from behind and she was pulled up and over the wooden desk.
Rin slammed the blond bimbos head backwards against the desktop, blood trickled out from the receptionists scalp as a result. Then, she pointed the stolen servant's laspistol at her forehead. The receptionist eyes narrowed in on the gun barrel despite her injury.
"Now, I'm going to tell you something important so you might want to pay attention…" she started, the receptionist nodded in cooperation, "Today, is your lucky day… I'm feeling… nostalgic?"
Rin grinned wolfishly, her face blackened, those rows of white teeth looking down at the receptionist who was now starring at her in fear.
"Here's what we are going to do. I know that the Nelos Banking Conglomerate has been washing crowns for that Eldar pirate Lucas Ashuman. Soooo… I'm here to kill your boss with a bullet to the head. You, have two options. Lift the lockdown on the building, and I'll let you leave here with my own unique brand of punishment, or… well… I shoot you in the face and find another way in. So, what do you say?"
The receptionist nodded. Rin put the laspistol away and took a step back. The blond woman regained her position behind the desk, typed a security code into the cogitator, and the doors to the lobby all unlocked.
"Can, can I go now…" she stuttered.
Rin looked at her, that grin on her face remaining darkened out because of the lobby's lighting. "Oh sure," she said jokingly, "but first..."
The residents of the Hive World Thanatos were suddenly treated to an unusual sight as the acid downpour continued to drench the city. This unusual sight was that of a naked blond woman running through the streets. She was screaming and crying, and on her forehead drawn in permanent marker was the word, 'HERITIC.' On her back, also drawn in permanent marker was the phrase, 'Rin was here.'