What Have You Been Up To, Minotaurs?

The Inquisitors and Grey Knights at the Inquisition space station in the Maelstrom had received the High Lords Council's extermination order.

Yes, the Maelstrom had an Inquisition branch too. It was a space station.

Most Inquisition facilities had no names, only designations. The branch in the Maelstrom was a space station that could flee at any time.

The Inquisitors had all gathered in the station's main hall to receive the High Lords Council's orders.

They were all dressed in the Inquisition's black robes, with the Inquisition's rose insignias pinned to their chests and specially made plasma pistols hanging at their waists.

The Maelstrom's chief inquisitor stood before the giant screen, staring at the edict displayed on it.

Excommunicate the traitors, purge their bodies, destroy their Gene-seed, and erase their Chapter designation permanently.

Before the Inquisitors and Grey Knights from headquarters arrived, they first had to seize control of the two guilty Chapters.

The entire group fell silent.

They might not have believed that the Mantis Warriors and Lamenters deserved death, but this was an order from the High Lords Council.

Several Inquisitors instinctively glanced toward the passageway at the side of the hall.

At the end of that passageway was a sealed door.

The door had only a small observation window, no larger than a palm.

Through the window, they could see that the interrogation room contained only an iron table, an iron chair, and a cold white fluorescent lamp hanging from the ceiling.

Phoros, Chapter Master of the Lamenters, sat in that chair, his hands locked to the armrests by electromagnetic shackles.

His Power Armor had been removed, along with the black undersuit beneath it, leaving his upper body bare.

His body was streaked with sweat and blood. His hair was long and disheveled, covering half his face.

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