The Chimera Armoured Vehicle drove alone across the frozen tundra.
The carriage was crowded and dimly lit, with only a sliver of white light shining from the ceiling. Ten soldiers sat crammed on metal benches on either side.
Without words or other movements, this is the numbness unique to soldiers who have been stationed on the front lines for many years.
Only two figures stood out, seemingly out of place in the somber atmosphere of the carriage.
Lynn leaned against the innermost corner of the carriage, her back against the cold armor plate, her posture relaxed.
Diagonally opposite him, Sorine was huddled in the shadows, her PDF-style helmet fastened tightly.
Her jaw pressed tightly into the soft padding of her neck brace, her gaze lowered, fixed on the tips of her boots.
Her posture was that of a weary soldier, but only she knew that her heart was beating at a rate far exceeding normal.
Like a startled hare on the grassland.
Lynn's playful remark, "Comrade, why don't you give me a ride?" still echoed in her mind.
She wasn't sure if Lynn's call was unintentional or a deliberate test.
Just now, in front of the obstacle, the moment that hand landed on her shoulder, she almost attacked on the spot.
But she ultimately held back.
The faint, yet palpable, pressure of Alpha-level Psychic Power emanating from Lynn prevented her from making any rash moves.
She had met many high-level Psyker and even personally executed several Psychic Power wizards who had fallen into Chaos.
But Lynn's Psychic Power was different; it was a feeling of extreme refinement, calm yet carrying a world-destroying power.
She wasn't sure if she could win him over.
More importantly, after Lynn finished speaking, he walked straight to the transport vehicle without giving her another glance.
It seems they really just randomly picked a "guard" who looked good.
Its natural appearance even made her doubt that her vigilance was just unfounded worry.
To suppress the fear and doubt surging within her, Sorine forced herself to close her eyes and began to review every action Lynn had taken since arriving in Brevis.
He was trying to pull out the thread that proved he was a heretic from this tangled mess.
Kerry Von, a descendant of a major Astra Militarum, obtained the position of Governor of Brevis by currying favor with the Kora Family.
According to the bureaucratic laws of the Imperium, the first priority for these aristocratic sons who rose to power through nepotism upon taking office was inevitably to "recoup their losses."
He embezzled government funds and salaries, smuggled rare minerals, maintained a private army, abused his power to suppress dissent, and turned the governorship into his own cash cow.
But what about the governor?
He distributed his own food to refugees, deployed his private army to the Forbidden Wall, and even charged into battle atop Cold Front Tank.
The scene of beheading the Orks leader was even circulated by frontline soldiers as a miracle of " the Emperor's intervention".
Too upright, upright like a saint, like an anomaly who doesn't belong to this dark age.
It is abnormal for a noble governor to behave in this way.
Moreover, he completed his plan to behead the Orks leader in less than three weeks after arriving at the Forbidden Wall.
They even waged a perfect psychological war against the Icefield Savages, firmly binding the two sworn enemies to their own war chariot.
This is something that a pampered descendant of nobility could never achieve.
Furthermore, his understanding of the Orks is more like the experience of a veteran who has fought countless battles and fought to the death against the Orks.
However, the age shown on the file is only in the early 20s.
A young governor with high-level Psychic Power, extraordinary powers, and an insane understanding of the Orks.
She simply couldn't imagine it; could he truly Emperor's Chosen?
A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
She has made her decision: upon returning to the main hive, she will immediately assume the official role of Inquisitor of the Calixis Sector of the Ordo Hereticus.
He met with Archbishop Goodwin of the Ecclesiarchy and High King Caladogon, and at all costs, initiated the highest-level investigation into Kerry von.
Even if he is a true saint, this investigation will strip him bare, exposing everything about him to the Imperium's scrutiny!
If he truly colluded with Chaos or the Xenos, she would personally nail him to the cross in the Inquisition, letting his soul wail eternally in the fires of purification.
This was her duty as Inquisitor, and also her loyalty to the God-Emperor.
The bumps inside the vehicle disappeared, and the sound of the wind and snow weakened; the Chimera had entered the Forbidden Wall area.
Lynn's eyes remained closed, but her consciousness was already linked with Rena's, and the two communicated rapidly.
"I didn't expect her to be so bold as to infiltrate my guard team directly." Lynn said with a hint of surprise.
He originally thought that Sorine had at most planted high-tech informants around him, but he never expected that the real Sorin was hiding right under his nose.
Rena, with a hint of frustration, said, " Lictor's scan found nothing unusual."
"The 'suit's' gait, body temperature, and Psychic Power fluctuations were completely identical to her own; even my Psychic Power perception couldn't detect it."
This dark technology of humankind is more troublesome than imagined.
Lynn nodded gently, his fingers brushing against Rena's carapace to soothe her.
In fact, his trip out was not simply to help Rena relax, but rather a test.
If Sorine really left, then the spies she planted must still be nearby.
If she were to discover that the governor, whom she was monitoring, had suddenly gone out, her true form would surely react without any reaction.
But none of them expected that before the test even began, Rena would discover something amiss.
Rewind a few hours, and Rena, who had just gotten into the car, noticed something was wrong.
That's an instinct from a top-tier Tyranids predator.
Her understanding of the physical characteristics of food is more precise than any instrument.
The "soldier's" shoulder-to-hip ratio, gait center of gravity, and breathing rate showed significant statistical differences compared to the male soldiers in his unit.
Male soldiers have wider shoulders, narrower hips, a higher center of gravity in their gait, and heavy, steady breathing.
However, her shoulder-hip ratio is more slender, her gait has a lower center of gravity, and her breathing rate is nearly one-third faster than that of men.
Of course, there are also differences in hormonal information that can only be detected by instruments.
There were no female soldiers in that squad.
A mole?
Those two words flashed through Lynn's mind.
"We don't know who she is; we need deep Psychic Power probing to confirm her true identity."
Rena responded.
"No!" Lynn immediately stopped him.
"Probing now will only alert her. Since she wants to put on an act, we'll play along to the end."
Just after the two finished communicating, the mini Ripper that had been hiding in Lynn's sleeve silently emerged.
Its body entered a state of optical cloaking, leaving not a trace in the dimly lit carriage.
Only Lynn could sense its location through the system link.
The Ripper crawled into the carriage where Sorine was, eventually hovering thirty centimeters in the air behind Sorine.
The compound eyes stared intently at her back, the perception of a top-tier Tyranids unit extending without reservation.
[A thickened padding layer, suspected to be artificial filler, was detected in the inner lining of the target's shoulder armor to widen the shoulders and mimic a male physique.]
[Trace amounts of estradiol metabolic traces were detected in the air, completely inconsistent with the hormone profile of male soldiers undergoing high-intensity training, confirming the individual as female.]
[When no one is watching, the target will subconsciously shift their weight to their right hip. This is a muscle memory formed from wearing a chest binder for a long time, compressing the chest cavity, and cannot be deliberately concealed.]
Rena's detection results were all transmitted into Lynn's consciousness.