"It's over, you old bastard." Horus slowly stepped forward, his ten-foot shadow engulfing Fabius completely.
"Over...?" Fabius raised his head. His clouded eyes looked past Horus, toward... baby Fulgrim, who was poking his little head out of the carrier on Horus's back.
"No... no..." Fabius laughed until tears streamed down his face. "This... this is only... the beginning... all you'll bring is... more death."
Fabius Bile, the "Chief Apothecary" who had lived for ten thousand years, the creator of the "New Men," slowly lowered his head.
His eyes remained wide open.
Lingering in those clouded eyes was his unyielding, insane "conviction."
He was dead.
"Phew..."
Horus let out a long, weary breath.
"Let's go." Horus turned around. "We're leaving this hellhole."
He spared Fabius's corpse no further glances.
The alarms grew louder and louder. Horus could hear more footsteps coming from the passages above, heavier and more frenzied.
The main force of the "New Men" was coming.
Horus no longer hesitated. Following the crude map on the dataslate, he smashed through the alloy gate leading to the top-level hangar.
He sprinted the whole way.
Crash!
He smashed through the doors of Hangar Three.
A gale charged with warp energy from outside blasted him in the face.
In the center of the hangar, a pink "Stormbird" attack craft sat quietly, its sleek lines possessing a savage beauty.
"Perfect!"
Horus charged toward the cockpit.
Bzzzt-
A red scanning beam shot out of the cockpit's control panel and swept over Horus.
[Warning: unrecognized biological signature. Insufficient authorization.]
"Fuck!" Horus slammed his fist into the console. "That bastard Mace! Didn't he fucking say..."
"Eeh?"
Baby Fulgrim seemed to sense Horus's "agitation" and made a confused little noise from his back.
Horus whipped his head around.
"Biometric identification... Gene-Father..."
He remembered.
"I'm