6 months later...

Silently, you press your black-clad form to wall. You risk a quick, daring gaze. They haven't seen you. Behind you, you can sense your subordinates as they join your cover. As you shut your eyes compose yourself, your thoughts trail off.

It had been six months since the desaster. Six months since you had lost your master, half of your retinue and the last rest of your credibility. Your credit contos were under constant surveillance, many shut down altogether. You had been intensely debriefed and your whole holdings had been searched. A psi ward had been implanted in you occipital cortex, essentially damping your psychic prowess.

Inquisitor Massimo Plinius had been thorough.

The latest of his additions had been Samuel Berdothi, a baldly shaved, thin, young man bearing the rank of senior interrogator. He had been seconded to "asisst" you in your ongoing persecution of what was now called "the Lublinka Heresy". Although the man deemed to be competent and had good manners, you were under no delusions.

Your latest track had led you to Tramis X, a world famous for its advanced cloning programs. Whole regiments of imperial guard personel were bred on Tramis in nothing more than a decade, fresh meat to be cast onto one of the Imperium's many battlefields. The nature of your spot check, however, was not some Astra Militarum business. The clone masters of Tramis X also took private Comissions.

Before you, in between 2 rows of gene tanks, knelt two guards, expertly manhandling a girl in a devils threesome. The stripped naked girl kneeled on the muddy ground, the larger one of the Guards between her spread legs, plowing her glistening folds. Along the way she was dutifully sucking off the thug before her, expertly massaging his balls.

Behind them, you can clearly spot the entrance to the cloning facility.

Muffled crys echo along the way as the sentries continue their relentless **** on the girls' orifices. You take a moment to look. She is extraordinarily beautiful, maybe not by coincidence, considerung the craft of the Tramis' people. Her long hair swings wildly as she gives him a sloppy blowjob, his hands on the back of her head, forcing her down.

You notice Berdothi shifting uncomfortably behind you.

The guard conquering the girl from behind reaches forward to grope her breasts. The cries of pleasure seem to come more often now, as both guards seem to be closing on their height as well.

The man getting blown is the first to come, yanking his head from her clenching lips and coming all over her face.

Again, Berdothi seems to be nervous, eager to intervene. You decide to find out if the puritan senior interrogator is still a virgin after the mission.

The main behind her pulls out his dick and forces it down the moaning girl's backdoor.

Berdothi bursts from cover, his laspistols flashing. Before you even have time to look bewildered, both guards drop with expertly placed headshots. Berdothi is already moving forward to check the entry. As he rushes by, the girl, now as well spattered with blood and brain matter, looks at him with confusion.

Before you have time to react, she has reached for one of the watchmen's sidearms. Berdothi remains oblivious to the threat and yelps with surprise more than pain as two shots tear into his back. You drop her with a quick burst from your newly issued bolt pistol.

As you move towards the door two Vostroyan corpsmen rush towards the crippled Interrogator. Meanwhile, you and your team storm through the door.