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[tense dramatic music]

[shouting]

[tense dramatic music]

[rain pattering]

[Jurgen]Time was when I’d have simply walked into a place like this.

There aren't many who’d get in the way of an Inquisitorial sigil.

But it’s been a long time since I carried the badge of my office,

longer still since anyone on this shithole feared it the way they used to.

That’s a lot of guards for a place that’s supposed to be abandoned.

It’s a lot of guards for anywhere

in a festering stinkhole like this.

-Makes you wonder... -What?

What this place might have been like before we...

before Bellona...

Killed the governor and set the world on fire?

Yeah. That.

No.

This place was always a crudhole, even before Bellona,

before that damn rift,

-before any of this. -Maybe.

[Jurgen] I just keep thinking about what Malen said.

That we didn’t really know her, not like we thought.

We never really know anyone, do we?

I know you better than you think.

Spit it out, Jurgen.

I know what you did on Hykkus III.

About the people who died.

That guy died a long time ago.

-We all did. -No, Jurgen.

You’re the same annoying bastard you’ve always been.

[tense dramatic music]

Come on.

[sighs]

And the guards?

I'm going to charm them with my pretty face.

[electricity crackling]

[guard] Bastard rain.

Can you believe we’re stuck here guarding this tomb?

Quit whining. The creds good, ain’t it?

Yeah, well, beating up on vagrants looking for scraps to eat is getting old.

[chuckles] You weren’t complaining the other night

when you liberated that ring from one of them, were you?

[both snicker]

Eh, what’s this then?

[guard] Piss off. This isn’t the night to test me.

Come back tomorrow if you still want your teeth removing.

[chuckles]

You’re a funny guy.

I don’t think this grox-hide is listening, Mers.

No, I heard you.

It’s just...

I’m on a tight schedule.

You’re going to be late...

I doubt it.

[both gasp]

-[groans] -[grunts]

-[straining] -[grunting]

I thought we were going to charm them?

I smiled.

And laughed.

[ominous music]

Finished already?

Throne. That means it’s our turn, Gilith.

[sighs] Let’s get it over with then.

Mers, where do you think you’re going?

You’re supposed to be back on here with us.

To dry off.

Another minute in this fucking rain

and I’ll be wetter than the pair of you idiots.

[chuckles] Lighten up, Mers.

All that brooding’ll be the death of you.

[thunder crashes]

[distant drumming of rain]

We don’t have long before the other guards realise there’s something up.

Since when did you start taking trophies?

Surveillance drone.

I repurposed it after a little incident with a couple of enforcers...

[light buzzing]

[distant rumbling]

What is this place?

-You don’t think... -That Malen’s sent us into a trap?

I wouldn’t put it past him.

I’m going to take a look around.

[Jurgen]Malen.

That shifty little bastard was never forthcoming.

He’d wrap a riddle in a cypher and scatter the pieces just to be sure.

It must have chewed him up that Bellona played that game better than anyone else.

Still, bastards taught me everything I know.

Doesn’t look like this place was used to make sucrose rations.

It’s distillation equipment.

For refining chems.

And you know this how?

I’ve seen the inside of a few drug factories in my time.

What was Bellona doing here?

Whatever it was, she wasn’t finished.

Looks to me like no one fired this up to complete the refining process.

Probably because she wasn’t around any more to give the order.

What are you doing?

Finding out what she was up to here.

[lights clunking to life]

[electricity buzzing, thudding]

[rain pattering]

This one’s dead.

Its null-inhibitor will be inactive.

Maybe I can get a read off it.

[Baldur] Jurgen. Over here.

[distant screaming]

Astropaths.

Shit.

[screaming]

[Malen] Shame for it to have ended like this.

I can’t say I’ve encountered many worlds ruled by a scholar.

[Sortha groans]

Vicious little bastards.

Sit down before you bleed out.

Just try to keep the scarring to a minimum this time.

Still, waste not, want not.

[heavy rumbling]

[Jurgen] The amount of forbidden lore stacked in this place,

we shouldn’t have been surprised he was a psyker. [groans]

He’s already dead.

A bit here.

A piece there.

The other houses will be a lot less reluctant

when we turn up at their doors.

You’re a fucking psychopath.

No.

He’s right.

Everyone has their use.

Even in death.

[screaming]

[groans]

Throne, Jurgen.

Baldur.

I’m a psyker.

Would Bellona have put me in there if it had suited her?

I... I don’t know.

He knows. We both do.

Are you sure you want to do that?

Of course I don’t want to do it.

But what choice do we have?

Okay.

Just make sure you vomit over there this time.

I’ll do my best.

Sanctus.

[screaming]

[gasps]

Well? What did you see?

Are you kidding?

At least give me a minute to remember how to breathe.

[Baldur] We don’t have a minute.

Get your shit together.

We’ve got company.

[gasping] It’s a psychoactive drug.

Like the filth you’ve been jamming down your throat?

No. Different.

More concentrated.

Shit, Baldur.

[Jurgen] She was ripping the living nightmares out of Astropaths’ heads,

merging them somehow with Aedo’s drugs.

-What would Bellona wa– -Later.

-Time to leave. -Hold on.

[exhales softly]

[clattering]

Jurgen. We have to go. Now!

[screaming]

[tense ominous music]

Almost...

Jurgen!

[rain pattering]

[Baldur] Two more minutes in there and we’d have been dead.

[Jurgen] We’ve gambled on worse.

Yeah, and look at us stood here in our finery and riches.

We needed to know what Bellona was doing there.

We needed answers.

What good are answers if you’ve got a bullet in your head?

I’m not on a suicide mission with you here, Jurgen.

Besides, all we’ve got now are more questions.

What was she making this for?

[scoffs] And on such a scale.

That factory was built to make vats of this stuff.

A weapon?

Whatever it is, I’d wager my life

it’s connected to why Heroth killed her.

Maybe if we knew what it did,

we’d be closer to understanding why she died.

[groans] Fuck, my head hurts.

And more than usual.

[groans]

Come on.

We’re not going to figure this out standing in the sodding rain.

And I don’t know about you, but I could damn well use a drink.

Hmm.

Shit.

[ominous music]

[Jurgen] Duke Klore’s men.

[Baldur] And civilians.

This is very far from ideal, Jurgen.

[screaming]

[gasps]

[exhales] Throne.

Sortha?

Alive.

As far as I can tell.

[retching, groaning]

[sighs]

What are you doing?

Having that drink.

We don’t have time for this.

We need to find Sortha.

[gasps]

Sit down, Baldur.

You should really have taken him up on that drink.

You never know when you’ll get another chance.

Duke Klore will see you now.

[sighs]

One for the road?

[tense dramatic music]