"Squad Leader, something feels wrong. Why are there more and more of these bastards? Has something gone wrong somewhere?" a neophyte offered his opinion to the veteran over the communications channel.
"Then what are you standing around for, Brother Bars? Didn't we come here to find the source of the problem? Go find it."
As far as the veteran was concerned, these neophytes did nothing but make pointless remarks all day. Finding the source of the problem was their job. What was there to agonize over?
They were handling different problems in different parts of the hive city. The troops trained directly by the Astartes had grown into a substantial force, and were now scattered across the districts, covering the Astartes' operations.
Another large bomb had been dismantled. These things were not something people could simply cobble together by hand. They had probably come from the Astra Militarum.
Something was wrong. Definitely wrong.
Some alert Astartes had already begun approaching the Astra Militarum's bases.
Bars was a newly graduated warrior, sent here to learn from the veterans, but he kept feeling that this incident was more than a simple attempt to restore the nobility.
What if all these attacks, large and small, were cover for some grand conspiracy?
If the aim was to send the stationed troops and Astartes running all over the place, what purpose did that serve?
After all, the Astartes here were not guarding anything. There was no particular location worth holding at all costs.
Conversely, the places where defenses had weakened... All the city's covert sentries were on the move. The Upper Hive and Mid Hive were under covert martial law throughout, while the Underhive had few troops because there were no parades there, only people entertaining themselves.
But there was no need to choose this