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The man watched as Rhia walked to the bar and bought herself a drink before she came and sat opposite him in the same private booth where he had instructed her to seek out the Blood Axe ork. “So,” he began as she sat down, “you managed to get away then?” “Easily,” Rhia said, “Hazug even gave me some money to spend when I told him wanted to go out.” “What about that thing you’re wearing?” the man asked her, indicating a brightly coloured vest like garment Rhia wore over her jacket that was marked with orks glyphs. “Its to protect me when I go out alone,” Rhia answered, “The words mean ‘I belong to Hazug Throatslitter’. Its to deter other orks from harassing me.” “It sounds like it trusts you. Now what about the missiles? They are important to us you know.” “I know they’re important, you’ve made that quite clear already, but I don’t have them yet.” “That’s obvious,” the man said, “but what you need to explain is why not?” “Some of them have been used. I tried to talk Hazug out of it, but he needed them to knock out some barges and dreadnoughts down at the docks.” “Yes we’ve heard about that. But our information is that only a third of the missiles were actually used in that fight, so what about the rest of them?” “Hazug has some of them, and Two Heads has some more.” “Two Heads?” the man interrupted. “Yes, that’s the two–headed ork mutant. But most of the remaining missiles were given to the local warlord, so they’re probably somewhere in the old administration building.” “He’s not going to be happy about that.” “Yes, well you
can tell him that that’s just the way it is and he’ll just have to
wait.” Rhia froze. “He’s here?” she asked. “Yes he is,” the man told her, “and he would like to have a little word with you,” and he stood up. Rhia got up and followed the man across the bar. He nodded at the barman, who nodded back at him, before he disappeared into a back room and Rhia followed him. The man then led her down a flight of stairs into the bar’s large basement. At the foot of the stairs a large man in body armour and holding a shotgun observed them as they descended. “He’s in there,” the guard said, nodding towards a door beside him and the man led Rhia through it. Inside the room were a large number of people carrying out an assortment of tasks, some studied maps, while others cleaned weapons and other military equipment. The man walked to the far side of the room where an older human with grey hair sat in a chair surrounded by other humans, including another two well-armed bodyguards. “Your Excellency,” the man said, kneeling before the man in the chair and bowing his head, “I have brought her.” “Good,” the older man said, “bring her forwards.” A bodyguard shoved Rhia forwards and she knelt beside the man who had brought her here and lowered her head also. “You don’t have the missiles do you my dear?” the man in the chair said. “No Your Excellency, but I am trying.” “Well try harder, because we are going to need them very soon now.” “We are ready?” Rhia asked, raising her head without thinking, then lowering it again when she realised what she had just done. “Indeed we are. In the last day we have received the help I have long requested be sent here. Look for yourself,” and the man in the chair pointed towards an adjoining basement room. Rhia turned her head and she saw gasped at what she saw. At first glance they looked like men, but they were all giants. The giants wore plain deep red tabards over the suits of powered armour of matching red that covered their entire bodies apart from their heads where they had removed their helmets and placed them on the floor in front of them as they knelt in prayer, led by another giant in red power armour. “Before the orks came here I was the governor of this world,” the man sat in the chair said as Rhia stared at the soldiers, “It’s absolute ruler. And with the help of these holy warriors I shall reclaim my rightful place once more.”
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