- Oh crap

- Oh crap
Rodyille knew this could easily be a trap, if this Derrag was in cahoots with the local enemy and if they knew that they where here and worse if they knew why they where here.

But he had to take the chance.

Rodyille and Kons approached the two guards both with scared craggy faces and pail skin.

The one on the right raised his Las rifle on them; Rodyille could leave this kind of thing to Kons.

"Wow! wow!" exclaimed Rodyille, raising his hands over his head.

"We're not your enemies" added Kons her hands raised also.

"Yeah well, I don't give a frig who you are your aint gettin' in" said the gangster without his gun raised.

"Well then we better get going" said Rodyille him and Kons had done this a thousand times before, they where well practiced.

Then they turned and started to walk away but stopped when Kons said "But wait Oragan what would happen if they did not let us in?" she said to Rodyille.

Rodyille inwardly grinned Kons was a master actor.

"I don't know, what would happen Sasha?" he asked Kons.

"Boss Derrag wouldn't get his daily head" said Kons "and the two stupid guards that didn't let us in would let's just say be 'filled with unpleasantness'"

"W-where's Latsa?" asked one of the guards at their backs his voice shaking in fear and Rodyille knew they would be let in.
Rodyille and Kons slowly turned back to the guards, hands still raised.

"Sick" answered Kons "but isn't this amiable enough?"
One of the guards grimaced slightly "a high class whore?" he asked likely not understanding a word that Kons 'had just said.

"Well isn't Latsa?" came back Kons.

The guard grimaced even more "whatever" he said "just get inside"
Rodyille and Kons started forward but the raised barrel of a Las gun halted Kons in her tracks.

"You don't have to come in" he said "him and only him"

It was just then that Rodyille truly knew "what filled with unpleasentness" meant.

Kons glared at the guard unfazed "I'm coming in" she snapped.
"You're coming in" he repeated mindlessly and the guard opened the door
letting them in.

"I hate you" hissed Rodyille in her ear her.

Kons grinned "I love to see you squirm"

"Don't I know that" replied Rodyille as the door closed behind them.

8 - Head shot! First blood!
It took twenty minutes for Rodyille and Kons to pass through the long corridor(the building was allot bigger than Rodyille had first thought) passing through at least five security stations and a metal detectors with them each guarded by five or six gangsters, their roughness and ugly almost uniform.

Thanks to Kons Rodyille's Masamune and Kons' las pistol went undetected.

The corridor was only seven meters wide on each side was a large boxy room for guards to stay in and there was a small door at every checkpoint.

The security here rivaled some administrative bodies.

This Derrag was too well off, Rodyille decided.

They came to the end of the corridor and through the double doors.

They entered into a room that took up the full width of the building a long red carpet lead up to a throne at its end and the heavily embroided walls had many paintings hanging off them.

Rodyille had to hold back a shudder as he realized that each art work was of men doing their thing with other men.

Along the side of the carpet was six large, thick Marble pillars which also where heavily embroided.

This Derrag love his embroidings thought Rodyille.

Leon! came Kons' mind speak that she rarely used.

"What?" hissed back Rodyille.

He's gotta extremely powerful mind lock I can't read his mind

Crap thought Rodyille just as he saw Derrag was on the throne a fat man in his mid-forties his clothing and throne holding onto the embroiding theme.

There were also two men at his flanks both overly muscled and wearing only loin clothes.

Each held an identical chain sword.

"What is this!?" exclaimed Derrag getting up from his seat an angry grimace distorting his fat and ugly face.

"Exactly what your guards said!" called back Kons bravely "your going to get your pleasure or isn't he good enough?"

The large man studied Rodyille for what seemed an eternity.

Then a grin spread his fat features "of course" he said then he looked to Kons "your a woman and I wont get my pleasure from you go away!"

Derrag then turned, walked behind the Throne and then through a small door, his two bodyguards following at his tail, not even checking if Kons had moved

To his bed room no doubt thought Rodyille grimly and he shuddered.
"Karmen!" hissed Rodyille "send word to Wilkenson and Ekitsa to take action in exactly two minutes!"

"No 'diplomacy' after all boss?" asked Kons with a grin.

"Ha frigging ha!" Rodyille snapped.

Just as Rodyille entered the room, the door behind him slid abruptly shut and one of the bodyguards came on Rodyille right grabbing his fringe and pulling back hard.

Rodyille couldn't help let out a cry.

"Your no man whore" came Derrag's voice the fat man somehow out of Rodyille's view "but quite frankly I don't care who you are I'll just get my pleasure from you anyway"

Before anyone knew the bodyguard who held Rodyille's hair fell dead his severed head bouncing off the embroided carpet.

The other bodyguard reacted quickly swinging vertically down at Rodyille with the whirring chainsword but Rodyille side stepped the blow with extreme speed and just as quickly he cleanly sliced through the attacker's torso, the man's blood splattered

Rodyille grinned when he heard Derrag's squeal of fear and he turned to the cowering freak the tip of Masamune aimed at the crime bosses fat throat.

"Now you're going give me the information I need and you are going to do it now!"

9 - The following battle
Karmen Kons sensed the two gangsters approaching her back (Well she had fifty meters ago)

Kons turned and fried both their brains with her Las Pistol, she then spun behind the nearest pillar just a second before the rest of the
gangsters opened fire.

Down the corridor, Wilkenson's explosion blew a large hole in the wall and Wilkenson stepped out of the smoke cutting down gangsters mercilessly with his Auto cannon.

He was followed by Ekitsa her buzzing chain sword swathing a bloody hole through the countless enemies.

Kons spun briefly from her cover, sending a psywave that threw twenty screaming enemies in almost perpendicular directions and letting off five shots with her Las pistol, killing five more.

More enemies ran out of one of the side doors their weapons discharging at Ekitsa and Wilkenson who both fell into cover, they never noticed Wilkenson's grenade that fell at their feet.

The explosion rocked the corridor caving half of the box room killing many more Gangsters under the collapsing rubble.

Wilkenson laughed at the destruction that he'd recd and shoved a Lho stick in his mouth, lighting it, he then stepped out of cover, spitting death with his Auto cannon.

Any enemies who were not cut down where forced to jump and duck for cover.

Ekitsa with a contemptuous glare at the Ex-guardsman, flipped out from behind the wall and sprinted forward using Wilkenson's Autocannon as cover fire she fell upon the cover hugging gangsters her Chainsword threw blood and gore.

Wilkenson spat out his Lho stick and started to slowly advance not halting his fire while skillfully missing Ekitsa.

Kons with her psychic ability picked up a large block of rubble throwing it amongst the many enemies she then picked it up again slamming it on their heads, she did that until it was reduced to a small rock which then she used as a deadly projectile smashing skulls and breaking backs, all this while behind cover she didn't need to look she saw everything with her minds' eye.

Rodyille appeared out of no where and within two seconds at least fifty more fell dead his Masamune blood erupted from each mans' ugly wounds.

Kons peered out of cover letting off five shots and killing five more but she couldn't help be mesmerized by Rodyille his skill, his speed, dodging and deflecting hard and laser rounds with his curved Powersword all the while slathering any who got to close.

Kons had never thought of death and slaughter as an art, as beauty but Rodyille made it so.

10 - The darkness inside
In a flash Rodyille finished the last gangster, his life's blood erupted from the fine slice in his throat and he fell, gurgling, flat on his face his, blood joining the gathered pool from the surrounding corpses.

Rodyille turned, flicked the blood off Masamune and started to walk away.

Not a second ago that gangster was on his knees begging for his life, it was good to kill him he would have surely told the local authorities of this incident.

Rodyille had thought that but that was until he realized his hand was shaking and he remembered what the gangster's last words "No! please, please I have a wife and kids!"

For you see Rodyille knew himself well, he knew he was a walking factory of personalities, that he had many different sides.

And their was a dark side to Leonard Rodyille a side he always kept hidden deep inside himself so deep that not even Karmen Kons knew of it.

The only person who knew was his friend his, mentor Inquisitor Devan Torathe he had begun to teach Rodyille how to control that side of him how to use it but the Chaos ambush had stolen Torathe of his life.
Secretly Rodyille enjoyed to kill; to slaughter the side he hid always came out in battle.

Leonard Rodyille had murdered more than once in his life, before he had murdered that freak Derrag he was unarmed and completely devoid of any defense but Rodyille's Masamune had opened his throat none the less.

Rodyille stopped when a voice screamed; If he had cared for his family so much he wouldn't be a criminal!

Then another screamed; He was unarmed defenseless that gangster you had sliced his las gun in two he was no threat!

Rodyille glanced around the room and found no one well no one in the position to talk to him piles of corpses lined the walls.

He deserved to die! he was nothing but scum! screamed the first.

What of his loved ones Leon? said the second how are they going to survive?

Who cares! what's the death of a few more people the frigging universe is over flowing with them!

Rodyille hand started to shake even more, a migraine split his head and he fell to his knees, the voices continued their taunts but now it was unintelligent like both voices had combined into one.

Rodyille opened his mouth and screamed a silent scream.

It all stopped when Wilkenson's head popped up from the metal stair well a concerned expression crossed his face as he saw Rodyille on his knees.

"Boss you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine!" answered Rodyille his voice hoarse, getting to his feet.

Wilkenson shrugged "okay, so what do we do now?"

"Burn it, burn it all" replied Rodyille, sheathing Masamune and glaring straight into the ex-guardsman's eyes.

There wasn't much that scared Lynn Wilkenson but that glare terrified him.

11 - The new Leon
Something doesn't feel right, thought Kons.
She still stood in the throne room her Las pistol still smoked.
There where exactly five hundred and ten gangsters garrisoned in this building (excluding Derrag)

Now they all lay dead, all in a day's work really, but yet something didn't fit right.

Kons turned and saw the door way leading to Derrag's bedroom.
The steel door sliced cleanly in half from the top left to the bottom right corners and she walked toward it, ducking through the door and the first thing she saw was the corpse of one of Derrag's bodyguards
His upper torso sliced off, typical Rodyille, though a grim sight none the less.

She turned and saw the corpse of the other bodyguard, he was decapitated.

Then she glimpsed lying on his back, Derrag behind the heavily embroided bed only his feet visible.

She stepped around the bed and saw the crime lord was dead, very dead his already red clothing drenched a deeper red with blood half his head was cut off and was only just attached with a small piece of skin.

He was unarmed and physically there was no way he could defend himself from Rodyille.

Why would Rodyille do such a thing? this was...was murder!

She walked out of the bedroom and stormed out of the throne room then into the corridor reaching out with her thoughts to Rodyille but nothing.

Just then she saw Rodyille and Wilkenson exit one of the side doors, Wilkenson looked spooked and Rodyille, terrible.

Kons stopped as Ekitsa approached Rodyille.

"Help Wilkenson make this place a light!" ordered Rodyille at the Eldar "make sure no explosions are involved we want this to look like a lost battle against a rival gang you two got that!"

Both Wilkenson and Ekitsa nodded and jogged off to perform the order.
Kons reached into Rodyille's mind, all was normal he was his same old self.

"What?" asked Rodyille, looking at her.

You didn't have to kill him!

"Who?"

Derrag!

Rodyille smiled his evil smile "why? I got the information we needed we didn't need him alive anymore"

Yes but--!

"No Kons! No more!" snapped Rodyille "I thought I wasn't the only one who knew the importance of this mission What if he had escaped Karmen and was in cahoots with the enemy! our secret would have been out! and all of us dead"

All Kons could do was stand there this wasn't the silent, gentle Leon that she had fallen for so long ago this new Rodyille scared her.

12 - The New Player
Nate Harak left from work tired and weary that twenty k run from the outskirts didn't help his performance, but Rodyille needed that information bad Harak could tell from when Leonard came on the line at daybreak this morning.

Harak slowly walked through the business district of the capital a large and full of expensive and posh buildings the bureaucracy of Kimos IV.

Harak hated Bureaucrats scum of the universe all of them, but easy to become he mixed well in that crowd.

It was late afternoon and turning dark the pollution of the city blocking out the stars.

This city was almost a hive though Kimos IV was an Agri world.
Harak yawned he walked along the main street of the business district the foot path and Tar ceiled road both wide.

At least sixteen story high buildings surrounded Harak on both sides.
Harak nonchalantly turned into a side street; he always did this, just in case.

Harak walked hunched the alley wasn't even five meters wide and the buildings on each side to tall, good thing Harak wasn't claustrophobic.

When he had entered the ally he was immediately engulfed in shadow it was almost pitch black, lucky Harak knew this area like the back of his hand he could memorize everything within seconds that accompanied with his photographic memory.

"Nate Harak?" whispered a voice in his ear.

Harak spun his Auto pistol drawn, but no one was there.

Harak wasn't a little spooked he then turned and started on, walking fast still holding his pistol limply at his side.

Hark emerged into a lighted part of the ally, a small clearing which was no more than eight meters wide, a door on his left and a rubbish box in front of him, the ally carried on the left side of the rubbish box.

"Nate?" came the voice and Harak spun again, but before he knew his pistol flew from his hand but no one was there.

Harak had no idea where his gun went.

"Looking for this?" asked a voice and Harak turned to it's source a man stepped out of the shadows on the other side of the ally, a big man he wore a long, thick leather jacket opened in the middle showing white power armor worn underneath.

Harak's Auto pistol dangled from his right pinky finger.
Before Harak knew two large figures emerged from the shadows both on
his flanks.

"W-who are you?" asked Harak.

The man smiled and dropped Harak's Auto reaching into his jacket and pulled out what looked to be.

"By the holy Emperor you are..." said Harak.

"Yes, I'm Imperial Inquisitor Nonin Edrasian and I'd like very much to speak with you Nate Harak"