The Hunt Begins

Silas stormed into the briefing room, bolt pistol gripped tightly in his hand. He stared at the three faces sat staring at him from their large seats around a pentagonal table. He fired a shot that burst through the polished oak table, which exploded in the marble floor underneath, sending pieces of marble hurling at the officers' legs. They all yelped in pain and grabbed at their legs. Silas had heard bone break, and it pleased him. He slammed the door shut to get the men's attention, before sliding the hatch into place to lock the heavy metal door. "What are you-" One of the officers began to protest, before Silas shot the ceiling above him, and the bolt exploded, dropping white concrete onto the officer's head. The officer fell from his seat, "Get up!" Silas ordered, and the officer got back on his seat, clutching his bleeding head.

Silas began circling the officers, bolt pistol swinging deftly around a finger on his right hand. "Now," Silas began, smoothly, but with a touch of dominance, "I want to know what one of you fuckers ordered the air bombardment on the already destroyed Ork camp, hmm?"

The officers looked around at each other, not one of them speaking, every one looking equally guilty. An explosion rocked the ceiling as Silas' newly fired bolt blasted a hole in the ceiling above the table, and bits of plaster-white concrete rained down on the officers. "Maybe...you didn't understand me. I said; what one of you fuckers ordered the air bombardment...on the already destroyed...Ork...fucking...camp!" Silas bellowed at the men around the table. Once again the men stayed silent. "Ok, since none of you are willing to talk, through self pride or some other stupid fucking principal, I'm going to kill every single one of you. One by one, you will all slowly die, until I find out who ordered the bombardment, or you are all dead." Silas said menacingly. The officers began looking more nervous, and some were wiping at the beads of sweat beginning to trickle down their foreheads. "You," Silas said, pointing the barrel of the gun at one of officers. "Up," He said, signalling with his pistol. The man hesitantly stood up, and Silas could see his legs beginning to tremble. "Who ordered the bombardment?" He asked calmly. Silas began counting down out loud

"Ten"

Still the man stood there, knees trembling, perspiration making its way slowly down his forehead.

"Nine"

The man began looking about him, at his fellow command staff, looking for some kind of scapegoat that he wasn't going to receive.

"Eight"

Was the man stupid, did he want to die? If so, Silas would deliver it. He quickly squeezed the trigger on his bolt pistol. The bolt impacted on the man's left arm, and before he could scream, the man's arm had been blown off. Blood spattered the officers round the table as the one-armed man lay on the floor, clutching at his shoulder where his arm used to be. Silas walked over to the grounded man, and pressed the hot barrel of the pistol firmly against the man's right elbow. "Tell me, or I'll blow off your other arm," Silas said, not taking the hot barrel from the man's arm as he pleaded for mercy. Three seconds of screaming followed, before Silas pulled the trigger once more. The man's right arm was blown off, and Silas was covered in blood as the bullet exploded the arteries in the man's forearm, which soaked his bare upper body. Silas stood up, and rested his foot on the head of the armless, screaming man, before raising his foot, and slamming it on the officer's head. The large boots Silas was wearing easily crunched the officer's skull, and the other two officers cringed at the sound.

As he stood up, Silas took two fingers from his unarmed left hand, and wiped them across his bloodied chest. He walked over to stand behind one of the two remaining officers, before wrapping his massive hand around the officer's small neck. He lifted him out of his seat, turned the officer round to face him, and began pressing his thumb into the windpipe of the officer. "Are you going to tell me?" Silas asked, not lessening his pressure from the officer's throat. The man gave a weak nod, before Silas dropped him into a heap on the marble stone floor. The officer immediately grabbed at his left knee, which Silas presumed was the bone he heard breaking when he first entered the room.

"Speak! Before you aren't able to!" Silas bellowed over the incessant screaming by the officer. He violently kicked the officer in his ribs, before the officer gasped for air, clutching his chest. As the officer resumed breathing normally, he stopped screaming, which was what Silas had intended the kick to do. "Ok, I'll talk, could you help me up on to my chair?" the officer asked weakly. Silas then grabbed the officer by his arm and helped him on to his seat. "You, over here," Silas said to the other officer, pointing at a seat next to the other officer. He waited for the officer to sit before he signalled for the other to talk. "The man you're looking for is Lord General Militant Damon Insurgo. He left a few hours ago to...umm, I can't remember where to,"

"He was going to one of the worlds in the Ausus Sector, which world we don't know, he didn't say. Although, he seemed very excited about finally conquering this sector, so he could branch this crusade to the Ausus Sector." The second officer chimed in, which satisfied Silas. He took a fresh magazine for his bolt pistol, threw away the old one, and reloaded the new magazine. He stared at the two officers for a long time, who were looking at him with eyes that pleaded for mercy.

"Ca-...can we go now?" One of the officers finally broke the silence. Silas smiled, and shook his head. The two officer's eyes went wide as if they had just seen Horus himself, from the legends of the Great Betrayal. Silas levelled his pistol with one of the officer's foreheads, before squeezing off a shot, which exploded, and covered the remaining officer with the blood and bits of brain of his fellow officer. Silas raised the barrel of the pistol to meet the officer's right eye, before it was unexpectedly smacked away by the officer's hand. "No, I won't go without a fight!" The officer shouted, as he began punching Silas repeatedly in his chest. Silas laughed lightly, before punching the officer on the bridge of his nose, and he was sent flying into the wall behind him with a loud crack of pain as a few of his ribs broke from the impact.

Standing over the fallen officer, Silas emptied the remaining four bolts into his back, before stepping away as the officer horribly exploded. He exited the underground, sound-proof room to return to his private ship in orbit, where Tanith was waiting for him to return. It looks like this crusade is going to need a new General Staff.

Author's Note: This is one of a two-part chapter, which will be up sometime in the next week, hopefully before christmas.

In the next part of this chapter, I intent to be doing a lot of it in space, so if I make any mistakes - which I most likely will - please don't hesitate to tell me. I welcome criticism, as this is my first fan-fic, and I don't have a beta-reader, for the sole purpose of trying to make a decent story by myself just to see how it goes.