With the Commissar in a tracksuit and the Priest in a floral dress, Ofjan & Heron had long abandoned any pretence of supervising the Imperial Guard, having carried out all their London missions by themselves. Now heading to the London Transport Museum, they passed by a group of Bloody Rose Sisters who'd just come back from Fortnum & Mason and continued into the Apple Market, a covered area selling everything except apples. Heron overheard a shopper talk on her phone about a 'customer incident on the DLR'. It seemed that a fight had broken out when someone tried to hijack a train. Dismissing the problem as irrelevant, the Commissar stopped in front of the the glass building- the London Transport Museum. Stepping through the door was easy. Actually getting a ticket...
"So what's your name?" the volunteer at the desk asked.
"Ofjan."
"Is that your surname or your forename?"
"Uh... My name's... Rogal Ofjan."
"Rogal Ofjan. This ticket is valid for one year for all galleries and temporary exhibitions. Would you like a guidebook for an extra...?"
Ofjan sighed and refused, swiping her contactless card. It was now Heron's turn. "Welcome to the London Transport Museum," said the volunteer. "How may I help you?"
"1 individual admission and I'll have the guidebook."
"What's your full name?"
"Leman Heron."
"Leman Heron. This ticket is..."
Finally inside the museum, the Commissar and the Priest found that they now had a coloured card asking them to punch holes when reaching certain points in the museum. "Just find what we need and go," Ofjan decided. "Where are we going?"
"We've already got the possible Orb, I bought it at the Apple Market. No, this is just a fun day out."
"I'd have preferred afternoon tea at the Ritz."
"Yes, I'm sure you would. Look, I've heard that this museum is now the spot of the Imperial Palace where the Bell of Lost Souls is."
"WE MUST STAY! WE MUST... How many children are in here?"
"Ask that Tzeentch cultist over there."
The Priest turned around and saw that there was someone in a blue robe with a serpent shape writhing on the front. She also tapped her forehead and thought a silent prayer when she saw the cultist had the head of a goat, fur, and horns. "Heron, is he human?"
"Believe it or not, yes. He's a mutant commonly found in forests, a Beastman. Be careful, follow me."
The devotees of the Emperor walked slowly towards the mutant. The punch card no longer mattered when the abomination was near. The Beastman, holding a staff with a human skull on top, sniffed the air and shifted around. "Humans of the corpse god!"
"Blasphemous filth," Ofjan said. "How dare you set foot amongst so many children?"
"I wait for convoy. We will feast on Imperials. We will use the magic."
"Really? Let's just wait and see."
4 minutes later:
"What happen? Where they?"
Holding her hand over her mouth, the Commissar couldn't resist giggling. "So about this magic, when shall I slice your head off?"
"How many school trips will we make more memorable?" Ofjan asked.
Heron took a look around at the screaming infants running around and leaving their skin flakes all over the ancient trolleybuses. "2."
Piccadilly Circus:
The police cars and the van slowly went away, carrying the armoured Counter Terrorism Support constables away, but one car and two regular constables stayed behind. The city was on high alert due to the attempted hijacking on the Docklands Light Railway and the ongoing fight there. The two officers stayed behind to deal with some of the public who had a small problem. "Not there," said a large gentleman with fur, cloven hooves, and a head like a bull. "Shaman will kill us. Can do something?"
"What I can do," said the lead policeman, "is I can give you a 50-90 to say that I've stopped you, and then you can submit that to your superiors as a record of me stopping you."
"Uh?"
[Note: The above seen is inspired by/stolen from the Top Gear London Race.]
Covent Garden:
"Well, I've punched my first Stamper Trail hole and your friends still aren't here," the Commissar told the Bray-Shaman.
"Bloody Minotaurs," said the abomination.
"I like Harry Beck's original Tube Map the most," Ofjan added to the mix.
"I will show Minotaurs what blood-gore really is! Where my Beastmen?"
"Who knows?" Heron said as her hands transported her power sword through the mutant's neck and through his brain & heart. The body, like all those from the 41st Millennium that died, vanished.
"EEEEYYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Quite please!" called a staff member.
"Now the Minotaurs have appeared," sighed Heron. "Look, they also have a few Centigors and Ungors."
"I'll get everyone out of here," Ofjan said, knowing that letting the goatish mutants and the drunken 4-legged humanoids could not be allowed to go further.
Ofjan's job was easier than expected, as one of the bull-creatures accidentally brushed against a fire alarm. The blaring sirens guided everyone out in an orderly fashion, or at least guided the schoolchildren out in an orderly fashion. The other members of the public just ran, tripping over trains and stuff.
Refusing to let one Beastman take advantage, Heron tapped her vox caster and pulled out her laspistol and shot several Centigors dead immediately. The braying noise rang around the trams and trains, and focused the mutants on the Imperial humans.
"Hi," Heron said.
"GLORY TO THE EMPEROR!" Ofjan screamed as she ran at the lead Minotaur with her chainsword. The bull-creature, jumping back, raised his axe and charged. "Mutants shall burn!"
Heron too picked her targets, drawing her chainsword and giving yet more creatures a laser bolt to the chest. "COME, MEET YOUR DOOM!"
Furry masses brought down steel cleavers on the humans, while tusks and horns thrust forth, nearly catching the humans several times. Adrenaline messed with everyone and the blood of mutants seeped over the walls, something that would anger the cleaners. Yes the devotees of Terra held firm, but for how long would that last?
A frothing bull-creature burst open and several Ungors fell to a power sword swipe going through all 6 of them. Two giants in black had entered the museum, with the green pauldron of the Dark Angels on one and the red of the Blood Angels on the other. Each Battle Brother then took on two Minotaurs at once and won. That left Heron & Ofjan to finish off the various types of Gors.
"My shoulder's aching a bit," the Priest complained as she watched the bloody remains of the mutants fade off the walls. However, the cleaners would still be furious at the smashed glass everywhere. "So shall we continue the Stamper Trail?"
"We have to get you out of here," the Blood Angel told them. "Quickly, the alert level in this city is at maximum."
The Dark Angel, who did not show his distress at the Chapter's darkest secrets, some of which he didn't know himself, being a basis of a tabletop miniatures game, grabbed both humans and carried them out of a back door. "To use the local system, we're on critical. There's armed police everywhere."
"So can Ofjan & I still have tea at the Ritz?"
"We'll take you as far as Fortnum & Mason."
Dominic had gone through several sword fights in his time as an Inquisitor but he'd never had to touch out an Oyster Card whilst passing through ticket barriers. Clearly, the adrenaline-crazed lunatic chasing him hadn't done so either. In fact, the Berzerker had forgotten to touch and so had to leap back over, touch out, and then jump back into the fight. For all his might, Dominic's head pounded and his movements were slowing. Kojun still screamed her patron's name and still swiped her chainaxe at the loyalist.
Even as the police arrived with their peashooter Heckler & Koch G36 rifles, the Inquisitor and the Traitor swiped and slashed, none willing to give ground to the other and fail their god.
Dominic hit a crack in the pavement and tumbled. Airborne, Kojun held her axe down and dropped down towards the loyalist...
DAKKA! DAKKA!
Kojun hissed as bolt rounds flew millimetres from her and turned towards the three Grey Knights that had blinked into the fray. The Triquetra had frozen the locals and had meant to freeze the Pink Decimator, but she had broken through their foul sorcery. Her Khornate artifacts also shielded her from the attempt to speed her molecules up and so blow her to bits. "Oh well, I'll kill 3 Space Marines and an Inquisitor at once!"
The Grey Knights closed in, one of them literally flying at her, and jabbed her with their Force Halberds, but the Pink Decimator was one of the fastest and most dextrous beings they'd every come across. She even scored a few hits on the Astartes and the chainaxe carved great ravines.
BANG!
A police officer had fired on the brawl, at who remains unknown. Still nobody fell, until finally Dominic struck a great blow to Kojun's spine. She gasped once and crumpled.
Without waiting, the Grey Knights grabbed Dominic and blinked out.
Once they were gone, Kojun woke up to find police officers and paramedics surrounding her. She immediately got up and ran. Lord Archaon Everchosen said that nobody should harm M3 natives if possible, and who was she to disobey? It was against all her instincts as a Berzerker to run away, but those were her orders. "Curse that medieval fiend."
Although Dominic managed to go on his helicopter ride in the end, he ordered that the Imperial task force would have to restrict itself to essential travel only during the terror alert. That left Ofjan & Heron stuck in the hotel with other guests, both Avrolanc and M3. They overheard a few people suspect that a religious group called 'Muslims' were involved, while a few suggested 'IRA', 'Remoaners,' and 'Brexshiteers'. If only they knew. Squadron Leader Tenax had called up a video of one of the clerics blamed, Anjem Choudary, and showed it to the Guard. Compared to Ofjan, he was pathetic, but then Earth did not yet have the true god watching over them. Whilst the Order of the Sacred Grove could watch Sister Loqan's Angel boxset, the Avrolanc Blitzkrieg spent the rest of the day trying out the Internet. Was that how the rest of the mission would go?
"We have a target," Heron was able to announce. "It's called Northolt and the Chaos adversary is going en masse. Therefore, so are we."