A slightly smaller Mess

He continues surveying

"Currently still preparing bombardments, massing forces for assaults, holding back attempted breakouts"

"indeed, we have completely encircled them"

"They have. Our artillery was too much for them."

*The leader turns to her* "Hey... we'll be out in a minute, don't mind us."

*The chaptermaster does not respond, and keeps walking away*

Marshal: they're trapped.

Girl: hm? what are you lot doing anyway?

the warriors allow them to leave

*Zippidy dippidy, the ship leaves*

Leader: "Well. I can't really tell you that. Inquisition secrets and all."

*ghaspe*

Girl:....who the fuck would I share it with exactly?

Leader: "The chaos warmaster in the master bedroom?" *eyebrow raise*

she laughs

Leader: "My point exactly."

"Warmaster did you just say?"

"Something of the like. I'm no expert on the iron warriors. This planet is my expertise."

"She commanded non astartes forces. There's only one chaos warmaster, something I would have thought an agent of the damned inquisition would know that."

"I have my speciality, and that isn't the iron warriors" *a tall man gently rests a hand on her shoulder*

Man: "She's baiting you Hanna."

".....How is it I know more about a rank the imperials invented than the inquisition?"

hannah: "Warsmith, whatever, slip of the tongue."

"Right... my mother never held the rank of warsmith anyway."

Hanna: "high rank among a chaos warband, all the same to me, not my job. My job is dealing with chaos cultists on this planet." *she points at the ground*

"Well we're not exactly a threat to that. We got kicked out."

Hanna: "Good, I'm happy to have you here then."

"That makes one of us"

Hanna: "Well, Laurence said keep you safe, so, you're stuck here I'm afraid. Be glad its a big manor house, not a cell."

"I get the feeling you'd rather I was in one"

Hanna: "I have plenty downstairs if you'd prefer."

"oh you're into that are you?"

*She laughs* "Sure, i'm in to having one less problem. Unfortunately, in laurences instructions, he said to make you feel at home. Man has a soft spot for you apparently. Consider yourself lucky."

"lucky..." *she turns and goes to walk out of the room, muttering under her breath*

*hanna turns round to the group* "Well she's a fucking piece of work."

*Tall dude* : "Kids probably scared shitless."

Hanna: "Like i care. Now to business. Target is on level sixteen, sector five, warehouse in the industrial sector."

*dot dot and more dot*

*time skip to return of team?*

*sure*

*the team returns six hours later, in four trucks. The trucks pull up the drive, and disappear into the underground garage, and after a half hour, the team emerge from the stairwell leading down into the bunker system beneath the house.*

???: "Job well done ladies and gents!"

Hanna: "Damn right, break open the drinks!"

???: "One more pile of dead heretics."

??? "Oh fuck yeah."

*no sign of the three of em*

*the agents crack open various alcohols, put on some reasonably mild pound music, and start making merry*

after a while the girl emerges, not looking like she's in the best of moods

*All the agents look like they're having a ball. Even the pariah, who, thanks to the limiter on her wrist, is drunkenly dancing with hanna*

the girl surveys the scene, before finding the hardest stuff they've got, and grabbing a bottle

*Some of the blokes are playing darts, the tall man ruining everyone else completely, with a beer in one hand. Hanna and the pariah are dancing in the middle of the room, and the remaining few are sitting at the kitchen table talking, one of the men vividly describing to some of the people who werent there a cultists surprised expression as a bullet passed through it*

the girl doesn't pay attention. she just starts drinking.

*the pariah comes and sits down by her, a glass of wine in hand.*

she doesn't notice

"Heyyyyy."

"...hi"

"Sorry Hanna was a bitch."

"It's fine. I'm used to it by now. I'm running out of people I like as it is."