A Big Mek wearing a welding mask, half his body replaced with mechanical prosthetics, stood at the Gargant's feet, waving an enormous wrench and roaring furiously at his underlings.
"Quick! Quick! You useless gits! Mount that 'Big Gun' barrel on the left shoulder! I promised the boss that tomorrow-tomorrow we'd drive it out and stomp those human tin cans into meat patties!!"
"WAAAGH!!!" The Gretchin around him shrieked excitedly.
Just then.
Thup!
A faint sound, like tearing cloth, went all but unnoticed amid the din.
The roaring Big Mek suddenly went rigid.
He looked down and saw a pitch-black combat knife, like a venomous snake's fang, thrust through his back and the thick iron plates of his breastplate, piercing his heart with pinpoint precision.
The light instantly faded from his eyes.
A towering figure, like a shadow, appeared behind him.
It was the Raven Guard captain.
He pulled out his knife, caught the Big Mek before his corpse could slump to the ground, then silently dragged him into a dark corner.
Almost at the same instant.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
More than a dozen cold flashes shot simultaneously from the ventilation ducts and shadows at the garage's ceiling.
More than a dozen Ork sentries manning searchlights and heavy machine guns had their throats precisely pierced by sharp throwing knives. Before they could even scream, they clutched their necks and fell.
The White Scars warriors emerged from the darkness like nimble cats and took over the watchtowers.
"Done."
"Nicely done."
Horus led Valerian and the Space Wolves into the garage through a sewage pipe that had been cut open.
"Where are our Salamanders brothers?" he asked.
"In position." The Salamanders captain's steady voice came over the comms. "We found this Gargant's power core. An... extremely unstable reactor built from the power plants