"...Then I said, fuck you! That thing clearly hadn't expected my answer, and it hadn't expected me to open fire right away either."
Bjorn burst out laughing. "I hated that coffin, but I didn't hate the heavy firepower mounted on it. I blew that thing's head and upper body straight into powder. I remembered that scene for a long time. Whenever I had nothing to do, I'd think about it."
Saul Tarvitz's voice drifted faintly through the comms channel. "You've told seven stories already, Bjorn. I like heroic epics, and I'm also very interested in what you've done over these ten thousand years. But we are on a mission."
He sighed, then stopped and motioned for Mephisto to come forward. The Warp activity displayed on his goggles was rising again. At a time like this, it was the Librarian's turn.
And he could just finish the second half of what he had been saying.
"So, Bjorn, could you stay quiet for a moment?"
Saul Tarvitz advised him helplessly. It was not as though he had never worked with the Space Wolves during the Great Crusade, but Bjorn's personality was unique even among the wolves.
Few people could treat a mission with the same contemptuous, playful attitude he did, and no one else could hide such extreme earnestness and gravity beneath that mixture of both.
"When it's time to get serious, I will," Bjorn replied with a laugh.
Mephisto bent down without a word and closed his eyes. At that moment, his sight stepped into an entirely new realm. Here, nothing needed to obey the laws of reality. Here, darkness was the dominant tone, enveloping thousands upon thousands of soft light spots.
They drifted gently, floating and dancing like willow catkins lifted by the wind.
And the answer was blowing in