This was where the infiltration got complicated, for Dellenger, at least. The place crawled with those gas-masked mooks, and the medicae was a good six metres away from the closest building and the at least fifteen metre high rockcrete walls around it. He had his grapnel gun to shoot then zip line in, but the building was covered in one-sided windows, so he could likely be spotted, and if he were, he wouldn't know. Kalakor didn't have to worry about such a complication unless he was careful with his powers.
Dellenger was truly reconsidering this stupid bet right...now...
An idea hit him as he glimpsed the patrolling militia man below him and the rubbish container further down the alleyway. The bet didn't say he had to do it stealthfully, did it? Dellenger searched his memory and remembered it didn't, so he slipped to the left and leapt over the edge; he hoped it'd be so quick anyone near the windows would miss him as the world around him seemed to rise, and the wind roared in his ears. The patrolling militiaman began to grow in size as Dellenger fell towards him, and he fell and fell.
The soles of Dellenger's boots were right on target as they landed on top of the militiaman's shoulders. The militiaman didn't even have time to yell out before he smashed face first against the rockcrete and went limp. The militiaman took almost all the impact of the fall; the only thing Dellenger felt was a slight stinging judder up his knees.
Dellenger began dragging the dead or unconscious militiaman toward the rubbish container while trying to figure out a way to break this man's patrol route without looking suspicious.
Attelus continued to watch the young Sister from behind the pillar, and she continued to stare forwards and stand beside the doorway. Never had Attelus ever seen anyone so intensely into a sentry duty before; it boggled his frigging mind.
He also had to get past that, and if it was...Elandria, it'd be almost impossible. And Attelus thought it was bad with that Catachan, but at least he was inside that room doing...things with the Canoness. Attelus didn't know that Sisters of Battle were allowed such excursions, and he certainly didn't think they were allowed to be so open about it, even if they were a Canoness, one of the higher ranks in the order.
If this young girl was Elandria, who'd infiltrated the convent, this made his mission thousand times more complicated. It was well within the realms of reality for her to be here; perhaps her master had foreseen Attelus would come here and had her kill a young, innocent Sister who so happened to look like her and take her place. If that was the case, how many other agents of Etuarq had managed to infiltrate the convent? Excluding his damnable dad, Attelus was only aware of three; there could've been dozens or perhaps even hundreds of those enhanced, dangerous agents across the Calixis Sector and beyond.
But if it was, Elandria, and somehow she didn't know Attelus was here, he had the perfect opportunity to kill her. To take out one of Etuarq's agents once and for all and, perhaps, permanently free her from that bastard's control.
In all honesty, back on Omnartus, when he'd fought her and her colleagues, right from the first split-second he'd fought her, Attelus knew it was her. They'd become intimately familiar with each other's fighting styles back on Omnartus, and...
Attelus's eyes fell to the floor; he wished he could've gotten intimate with her properly before losing her.
But after that realisation, he'd held back against her, even when she was holding Adelana hostage and...
Attelus shook away that train of thought as he gripped the hilt of his sword with his right and pulled open the pistol holster on his shoulder. With her helmet off, he could try for a head shot with his silenced auto pistol, but he held little faith in his accuracy, especially with a tricky shot like this. This was what he and Darrance had spoken about back on Iocanthos, he'd talked big back then, so this was when he'd have to live up to that.
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Secret War: The Annihilation Plague (Part 2)
FanfictionAfter their horrid, soul-destroying fight on the world of Sarkeath, Attelus and his comrades have earned one lead: a name: Inquisitor Soloston of the Ordo Malleus. Soon, he's tracked to the backwater shrine world of Quoranda. But something froths be...
