Secret War: Warhammer 40,000 by Ben Agar (romantic novels to read .TXT) 📕

"H-how did you-?"

She shrugged. "I had Taryst retrieve it for me; it somehow managed to survive the bombardment that destroyed my city and killed my brother and was kept until a few months ago in a museum in Varander, so Taryst pulled some strings and got it for me, somehow."

"I don't know what to say. Thank you...Estella."

Karmen grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I am sure you will get ample opportunity to use it soon, Attelus."

I nodded sadly and sheathed the beautiful sword. "I just hope, I just hope that pict I took, that it isn't as bad as the Throne agent said it was."

Karmen's face darkened. "I'm sorry, Attelus, but I have very little doubt, it is. You will just have to make up for it by helping stop it. That is what life is about, dealing with the consequences of our actions, whether they be good or bad."

I nodded again, got off the gurney and began to slip my body glove back on.

"You're right, Estella," I said, "and with this powersword, I will, even if it costs me my life."

 Me, Karmen, the Olinthre-thing, Garrakson and Torris quickly got out of the old Hersuitor 89, and I slammed the door shut as I stepped out onto the beaten, badly maintained under hive street. Around the buildings had fallen so far into disrepair they disturbingly reminded me of the war-torn ruins of Velrosia, rusted and ramshackle. I couldn't help wonder how many poor lost souls scrapped a living in this hell hole.

The other two escort limousines came to a halt beside us, and the twenty total Stormtroopers got out and fanned out to secure the perimeter doing this despite the many, many Magistratum troops around already.

I sniffed and spat onto the rockcrete as the stench of the under hive assailed my senses, watching as on the other side of the limo, Garrakson and Torris pulled the handcuffed No One of Consequence from the Hersuitor, doing it a little more roughly than I would've appreciated.

I turned away and eyed the surrounding Magistratum troopers, who looked back at us with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. I did this while nonchalantly popping out a stick of Lho from its ceramic case, placing it into my mouth and lighting it, then I slipped my hands into the pockets of my Flak Jacket.

Karmen came up to me. "You know those things will kill you one day," she pointed out.

I shrugged and exhaled smoke pointedly. "There are plenty of things that will kill me a hell of a lot quicker right now. So I'm not too worried right now, in all honesty."

Torris and Garrakson came around the back of the Limo with the Throne Agent, whose face was a little less beaten and brutalised than earlier. His broken teeth replaced by a pair of high-quality false ones; the medicaes had done an excellent job even in such a short time; I couldn't help but be impressed.

No One of Consequence got enough time to briefly glare at us with undisguised hatred just before Torris and Garrakson handed him over to two Stormtroopers.

"Ah! So you finally decide to show up!" came a deep, mocking voice, and we turned to its source. "I was beginning to believe you'd called us so that you could have my men and I dawdling uselessly in the underhive."

Approaching us was a big man in his mid-thirties flanked by two Magistratum troopers. He wore the blue uniform of a high ranking Magistratum officer; he was pale like many hive worlders and was handsome, his short pitch-black hair slicked back, and he grew the beginnings of a beard. He eyed Karmen from head to toe with a hungry look and smiled, a broad, confident smile that was more disturbing than friendly.

I could tell at a glance he was a snake, someone even less trustworthy than Taryst was.

"Yes," said Karmen stepping forward, "and you're Arlathan Karkin, I assume?"

Still smiling, he held out his hand. "Correct, and you're the liaison Taryst mentioned, I assume?"

"Yes again," answered Karmen taking the proffered hand, shaking it hesitantly. "Is everything all in order?"

Karkin grinned wolfishly, turned and began to walk on, beckoning us to follow.

"Of course," he said as Karmen fell into step with him, while Torris, the Olinthre-thing, Garrakson and me shadowed behind. The many Magistratum troopers and officers filling about gave us a lot of room. "We've got the building surrounded, and the auspex confirms there's at least thirty to forty people inside; there's no way in or out for the friggers."

Karmen shook her head. "Remember, Arlathan; these aren't just any normal gangers; these are highly trained throne agents; we cannot take any chances."

Karkin sighed. "We haven't, mamzel; why do you think I'm so confident about it?"

Karmen stopped in her tracks, which caused him and the rest of us to follow suit. "Because, I can tell at one glance that you are the type who is extremely overconfident, Arlathan Karkin, even at the worst of circumstances."

He grinned even wider, shrugged again and said, "with respect, mamzel, overconfidence is only overconfidence if it isn't justified."

Karmen grimaced with extreme disdain. "Of course it is," she said, deadpanned, then they moved on.

"Well," said Karkin. "I have six hundred men ready and waiting to storm the building to capture Brutis Bones. At your word, of course."

Karmen stopped again and looked at Karkin with wide-eyed surprise, her expression mimicking my own. "Six hundred?"

Karkin nodded and grinned enthusiastically. "See, I told you my confidence was justified."

"And where are the Arbites?" demanded Karmen, annoyed.

"They decided not to come," said Karkin with an animated shrug. "They gave us the schematics of the building from their cogitator banks, but they didn't want to have first-hand involvement; that's what my boss said, anyway."

Karmen let out a little growl of frustration then walked on.

While this went on, I looked over my shoulder at Garrakson, who walked just behind me; he immediately turned away, then over my other shoulder and gave Torris a great big grin.

Torris only replied with a nod and the slightest of smiles.

I couldn't help but wonder; why were they both so angry at me? What did they know, exactly?

I sighed out smoke; we'd been through hell and back over the past six months. I'd have thought us going through all that together would've been enough for them to get over it and still be my allies.

"Well, your men don't need to worry about storming the building, Arlathan Karkin," said Karmen, knocking me from my reverie.

Now it was Karkin's turn to stop in his tracks. "And what does that mean?"

"Things have changed," informed Karmen. "We no longer want to capture Brutis Bones; we wish to negotiate with him."

Karkin's eyes widened. "And what exactly happened to cause this change of mind?"

Karmen smiled and sniggered, shaking her head. "You really don't need to know that, Arlathan Karkin," then she went to move on.

"No! I think we do!" said Karkin causing her to halt abruptly. "After everything we've done for you over the past half a year. I think you owe us as much."

Karmen suddenly wheeled on Karkin, her index finger right in his face, her expression a mask of anger. "No, I really don't believe we do! In fact, I would say if anyone owes anyone anything, it's you who owes us! Arlathan, how much does a senior Magistratum detective such as yourself earn a year?"

"Around-"

"That is a rhetorical question, Arlathan!" She snapped. "I already know the answer; ever since you came under our payroll, your pay has not doubled, not tripled! But quadrupled! And you know what we're paying you for! So you can sit around on your arse and do nothing while we do all your work for you!"

"Well, what about that crap that happened at the Twilight bar!" Karkin snapped. "Do you know what we went through to cover that mess up!"

Karmen laughed contemptuously. "I'd hardly say that you earned even a tenth of what we pay you from that incident alone, face it! Detective! You have no ground to stand on! You can't demand anything! Sorry!"

With that, she turned and continued onward with Garrakson, 'Olinthre' and Torris wordlessly following after her, leaving Karkin alone watching them walk through the crowd of Magistratum troopers and detectives, still with that cold smile.

As I exhaled smoke, I moved to catch up, and Karkin fell in step with me.

"Hey, kid," he said conversationally.

I didn't respond; only the corner of my mouth twitched; I really didn't want to have anything at all to do with this slimeball.

"Can I have a smoke?" He asked.

My jaw twitched, and my muscles taut. But despite loathing it with my very being, I still hesitantly reached into my jacket pocket, pulled out the ceramic case and offered the detective one.

Karkin took the Lho, put it in his mouth, lit it with his igniter and after taking a long drag, asked, "Who's she?"

I frowned and answered, "She's Karmen Kons, she's Taryst's...secretary."

Karkin exhaled the smoke, seemingly hardly hearing what I'd said and grinned a perverted grin from ear to ear.

"I...like...her," he said.

Karkin led us to his command centre, which was a large, boxy, dark blue truck parked in an alleyway about a block from where we'd parked. Karkin slid open the back door and beckoned us in.

It was only Karmen, the Olinthre-thing, Torris, Garrakson and me who climbed in with Karkin while the twenty Stormtroopers stayed outside.

"So!" said Arlathan as he slapped the sides of his thighs and turned back to us. "What's the plan?"

The inside of the truck was surprisingly small. Stark and spartan only around three metres wide and five long, with metal seats lining the walls, and there was a large cogitator unit on at the end.

Karmen shrugged. "I do assume they know of your presence?"

"Of course they do!" Karkin exclaimed. "It's sorta, kinda hard to miss six hundred magistratum enforcers moving through the underhive; the only reason why they didn't already escape was that we came from every direction."
I frowned, took another smoke of my Lho, then folded my arms and leaned against the wall.

"Well," I said. "That's assuming they're still in there. In the Twilight bar, they had a secret, tunnel out; I'd think it'd be safe to assume that they've one in this too."

Karmen looked at me, her brow furrowing heavily. "Didn't you investigate the place earlier? Did you find one?"

I turned to Torris and Garrakson, who just looked back under hooded brows. The only reason why I'd remembered that we'd investigated the place was that we'd lost three of our number there—fighting the Hammers guarding it. It'd been so long I'd ashamedly forgotten the names of those dead men, but I'd somehow remembered the place's coordinates. I've always been pretty bad with numbers and figures, so I found it strange indeed.

"Not from what I can recall," I said after getting no response from either of them; they knew it was 20036 by 33299 and knew we'd been there before, as the Olinthre-thing had given them a quick briefing on the drive over here.

Karmen shrugged. "If the place is just a backup, maybe it's not as well prepped as the twilight bar was."

"Perhaps," I said.

Karkin's smile lessened a little. "The auspex said-"

"I'd suggest," I interrupted. "Not to trust