One Week Earlier

Orders were orders, he couldn't complain.

Well... he could. Kutû very much could complain. And he would. Oh, by Khorne, he would. With canon-shot right up that mutant's arse, that's how he'd complain. But first he had to survive.

There'd been stunned silence over the vox ever since their orders came through. Understandable. Still, whatever he thought about those orders, Kutû was their sirdar. He'd see the job done. He piped into the inter-tank vox: