Governor Colby trudged through the dim hallways of Delta Station on his way to his private quarters. He had just finished up a long series of meetings with representatives from Departmento Munitorium Sector Command, the Ordo Medicae, and an annoying clerk from the Administorum.
Colby was desperately trying to sell them on his plan to avoid a full exterminatus of St John's and a quarantine of the system's remaining inhabitants. Under his proposal, a 5 km asteroid would be diverted to impact St. John's, hopefully killing off the remaining tyrranid organisms before they became space capable again, while preserving the planetary atmosphere for resettlement. The Imperial authorities were skeptical of the plan, but Colby was confident that they could be persuaded. He just needed to figure out the right way to bribe them.
But that was for another day. Once he entered his unlit quarters, he reached for a bottle of refined liquor and slumped down into a plush chair. He reached for the remote control of his holo projector entertainment device. That's when he heard the click of an autogun slide racking a round into its chamber.
"I got two questions for you Colby," Damian hissed from behind Colby.
"One, how long did it take you to sell me out?"
"Second, how many Arbites are waiting for me in that conference room?"
Colby froze, as fear over took him. He felt like he did when he was back on that space station orbiting Saint John's, watching his squad get cut to ribbons by genestealers at close quarters.
"It's just one Arbite, and she just wanted to ask you a few questions. I didn't mention anything about the Tau artifacts, I swear by the golden throne!"
Damian just sighed as he pulled Colby to his feet, then gently started moving his arms backwards to slap a pair of hand cuffs on him.
"Sorry, but I don't believe a word you just said. You're lucky though. I'm not going to kill you this time. Now sit down," Damian growled.
Colby complied, allowing Damian to finish restraining him in his chair with some zip tie wire.
"Damian, this is outrageous. What exactly do you expect to achieve here?" Colby was starting to regain his courage, now that he was relatively sure Damian wasn't going to kill him. That made him annoying…
"Achieve, well I had planned on using your sad little rock to get rich, and cut you in on the profits, but you kind of screwed that up. Now my plan is to get out of here, and not ever help you again? Sound good?"
Colby started to say something, but Colby interrupted by back handing the left side of his face.
"Thought so," Damian said as he walked out into the hallway, autogun drawn and ready to rock.