we’ve come all this way; lost all those men; for absolutely nothing。”
Bergen shrugged。 “I guess we’ll know—”
He stopped short of finishing his sentence。 There was fresh chatter on the vox…bead in his ear。
The others heard it; too。 He saw the same expression steal over their faces as he knew must be
present on his own。
“Throne curse it all;” spat General deViers。 “Back to your machines all of you;” he ordered。
“The tech…priests had better perform their rites damned quickly。”
The senior officers turned and marched at speed to their idling vehicles。 The Sentinel pilots were
reporting orksign。 The greenskins were only two hours out。
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