"Gentlemen! I'm sorry I could not dress more casually, its going to be a rough day." Callahan spoke, his voice calm, and, while not sinister, carrying an air of darkness and misery.
"I am inquisitor Callahan, none of you know me and…" the inquisitor looked around the room. "You…yes, you. You would be Sergeant Gregor Foley, yes?" he pointed at Gregor.
Gregor saluted calmly
"Yes sir"
The inquisitor nodded
"I apologise again gentlemen, I'm afraid I must take the good sergeant with me for the time being."
The inquisitor began to leave the room, without being told to, Gregor followed.
The inquisitor said nothing; neither did the stormtrooper following him, Gregor remained silent as well.
When the trio neared the landing pad, the inquisitor spoke.
"We shall be travelling by thunderhawk, your squad is already on board and ready for combat, I have bought your weapons and equipment on as well, during the mission, you will have access to specialist weaponry if you should desire. Briefing will take place en route."
Callahan had not turned to speak, but Gregor nodded anyway.
The three reached the landing pad, the thunderhawk gunship waited for them with its ramp down.
On board, all of the squad awaited Gregor, some of them browsing weapon racks for weapons more to their suiting. Pontius had taken a shotgun in addition to his usual sniper rifle and to replace his autogun; he had busied himself by seeing how many incendiary rounds for the shotgun he could fit in the ammunition pouch on his belt.
Gregor took a quick look at the rack, began browsing the weapons, and found a gun to replace his hellpistol. He found a compacted storm bolter; it had been converted for use by unaugmented soldiers. He began searching for kraken rounds.
After several minutes in the air, the inquisitor stomped into the compartment, his armoured boots making loud banging noises against the metal floor.
There was a long pause, Callahan looked around, he donned a domed helmet, it was silver like the rest of his armour.
"Do any of you know why you are here?" he hissed, not intentionally venomous, but menacing, all the same.
There was a brief pause.
"No? You are here on the emperors' demand, by way of the holy inquisition."
He let this sink in.
"The inquisition is on this planet for reasons the emperor shares with select few. And by my personal request. We are going to a small community, south of the planetary capital. The town has a small PDF garrison and houses approximately 2300 souls. We are going there because I believe that a group of xenos sympathisers may possess information critical to my planetary operations. Our objective is to enter the meeting place of this group, take any information we can, and leave. I have bought you with me as a safety precaution. Any questions?"
No-one spoke.
"Good"
The inquisitor left the cabin
After several minutes. Someone spoke.
"Do you think he'll let us keep these weapons?" Pontius asked casually.
The thunderhawk touched down in the middle of a forest, in a clearing barely big enough for it.
Without a word, the group disembarked.
It was a mercifully short trek to the town, and thankfully, the place did not have many people out on the town streets (or dirt paths).
Callahan stopped at the far end of the town, there was only one house for a good few metres.
The stormtrooper that had accompanied Callahan before (and who would appear to have been a permanent member of the inquisitors entourage) took a place in front of him. Positioning himself in front of the house door.
"Any particular way of gaining entrance, sir?" the man spoke with a strong Valhallan accent.
"Just the usual, Josef"
Josef (for that was his name) switched on a small device next to his neck.
He hammered the door with the butt of his hellgun.
"OPEN UP, YOU HIVE OF EMPEROR BETRAYING SCUM!" apparently the device was a voice amplifier.
There was an uneasy pause.
Pontius looked around a bit.
"Perhaps you should have knocked."
Josef smiled, "at least they know we're here."
After waiting a little longer and checking the time several times, Callahan spoke.
"Ah, to the warp with this, bash the frakking door down."
"Gladly sir" Josef was now grinning inanely.
Josef took several steps back, bashed his helmet a few times, and ran up to the door.
Then it opened abruptly and Josef stumbled through. Gregor was sure he heard pottery breaking.
Callahan shook his head, and stomped his way into the building, the rest followed.
The interior was typical of the areas buildings, poorly lit, simple furniture (most of witch Josef was clambering out of its wreckage), and etcetera.
An old man stood next to the door, gaping at the destruction wreaked upon his home.
"Inquisitor Callahan of the Ordos xenos, sorry about the mess." Callahan nodded to the man, who just grunted, still shocked from Josef's rather poor entry.
Seeing as the man was of no use at this time, Callahan moved over to a door at the other side of the room. The man snapped back to reality.
"NO! Don't go in there!" he yelled.
Callahan broke the door down with a power armoured fist.
Gregor and the squad followed through.
The other room was, again, typical of the local houses.
Cheap and simple ornaments, little lighting, tank sized portal structure in the centre of the room…
Wait. What?
