Catechism Of Hate (4 page)

'Are you sure you want to land so soon?' asked Taulin. 'It will take the Titans at least twelve hours to reach their positions.'

'Then it is even more important that someone is ready to guard the crossing,' said Cassius. 'Unless your reports are woefully inaccurate, we should not expect any significant enemy force to arrive before the Titans. I know that General Arka prides himself on the quality of his intelligence, and so I expect to meet only minimal resistance, if any. We are quite capable of dealing with any tyranid advance until the Legio Fortitudis reach the line.'

'Are you sure you do not want any extra assistance?' said Arka. 'I could spare some storm troopers. Maybe move up some of the Astcarian self-propelled guns?'

'That will not be necessary, general,' said Cassius. 'We operate best when we have full autonomy. Having to guard your forces will only present extra complications.'

Taulin laughed at this, but his humour quickly wilted under the stare of Cassius.

'I shall provide you with all of the relevant logistical data, Chaplain,' said the colonel, looking away. 'Comm net frequencies, contact protocols and such.'

'Thank you, colonel.' Cassius gave a nod to Arka and Taulin. 'If I require anything else, I shall let you know.'

'The Emperor protects,' said Arka. 'May He watch over you, Chaplain.'

'You should have no fears in that regard,' said Cassius. 'We are the Ultramarines, the Emperor's chosen.'

SITUATED AT THE confluence of several fast-flowing rivers, Cordus Via was predominantly a long arc of the highway supported by spire-like struts that thrust up from the floor of the plains. It formed an intersection of several smaller elevated roadways that stretched hundreds of kilometres to the north and south, linking the mega-farms with the arterial route. The bulk of the settlement was made up of storage towers, a refuelling depot and thick-timbered accommodation blocks for passing convoy teamsters.

Just a hundred metres west of the waystation, three rivers joined at a mighty cataract, plunging some two hundred metres down a gorge. The roar of descending water sent constant vibrations through the settlement, an oppressive noise that blotted out all other sound.

The lead elements of Cassius's force, three tactical squads led by Sergeants Dacia, Heletis and Octanus, had made planetfall less than thirty minutes after the Chaplain's conference with General Arka. They had reported the site empty of inhabitants, though over the following hours, three columns of refugees passed through while the task force's Thunderhawks had shuttled more forces from orbit. Questioning the fleeing farmers, the Ultramarines learned that the isolated farmsteads in the low hills to the west had been attacked by scattered tyranid broods some twenty hours earlier. The refugees had managed to fend off or escape the initial assaults for a short time, before abandoning their farms to head to Plains Fall.

Cassius's gunship arrived just as dusk was settling. The last Thunderhawk run was being completed, another of the strike cruiser's three gunships touching down beside the Chaplain's transport on the wide, black surface of the main highway. A devastator squad disembarked, their heavy weapons in hand, and were met by Sergeant Dacia - as the most senior sergeant in the force, he had been marshalling the defence in Cassius's absence.

Dacia's blue and white armour was covered with litany parchments and purity seals, testament to many battle honours. Along with his squad from the First Company, Dacia had been amongst a new generation of Space Marines promoted from the other companies to serve as veterans after the heavy casualties suffered against Hive Fleet Behemoth. They wore standard power armour for this engagement; the highly valued Tactical Dreadnought suits so closely associated with the First Company were in short supply too and had been taken with the Chapter Master for hive city-fighting in the Vortengard systems. The shortage of Terminator armour was a constant reminder to the veterans of the sacrifices made by their predecessors, and Cassius expected his First Company squad to be exemplars to the rest of his command.

Dacia acknowledged Cassius's arrival by raising his storm bolter in salute. The setting sun glinted from the weapon's gold casing as the sergeant lifted it to the brow of his white helm. Cassius responded to the gesture, bringing a fist up to his chest. As did all Chaplains, Cassius wore the black livery of purity, only his left shoulder pad remaining blue to signify his allegiance. Atop a golden crux terminatus badge - a legacy from Cassius's days in the First Company - the Chaplain bore the Ultramarines symbol fashioned from snow white stone, hewn from the same quarry as the majestic pillars and halls of the Chapter's fortress-monastery on Macragge. The symbol was riveted to the left pauldron by bolts made from shards of the crozius arcanum wielded by the previous Master of Sanctity, Agai Paulus, who had fallen in battle against foul xenos warriors in the Halo Stars.

The Chaplain considered Paulus's fate a noble one, and was resigned to his own death at the hands of the tyranids some day in the future. A day long to come, he was sure. Styxia would not be his last war.

Cassius had been in constant contact with his second-in-command throughout the deployment, and the sergeant's assessment of the position and his disposition of the Ultramarines force had been faultless, guided by the teachings of the Codex Astartes. While Dacia directed the devastators to their place in the defensive cordon, the two Thunderhawks lifted off; one to return to orbit for refuelling, the other to begin air patrols around Cordus Via. Dust and vapour billowed across the roadway from the plasma jets of the departing gunships, momentarily obscuring Cassius's vision. The autosenses of his armour switched to a thermal scan, the vents of the Space Marines' power packs flaring brightly against a backdrop of reds and blues.

'Heletis and a combat squad are performing patrol two kilometres west,' Dacia reported as the cloud dissipated. Cassius joined the sergeant as his view reverted to a normal-spectrum image. Dacia turned towards the buildings of Cordus Via and pointed to each Ultramarines placement as he continued. 'From the roof of the dormitory building, two of the devastator squads cover the western and northern approaches. This third one will be at the fuel storage tanks of the waystation, providing support fire to the south. We have Corilinus's assault squad in mobile reserve at the power plant, and a full-strength cordon of tactical brethren patrolling in combat squads. There are three subterranean chambers located beneath the warehouses to the north, with gate access from the garage complex beside the highway off-ramp. I've had all but two sealed and set with plasma charges. The others we can use as sally ports if necessary, to encircle any tyranids that breach the inner compound.'

'Vehicle pool in the garage?' said Cassius. The two of them began to walk down the highway slip road, which turned a lazy circle down to the tightly-packed buildings.

'No,' said Dacia. 'Too difficult to defend, with the highway passing directly overhead. I have the Razorbacks at the roadway intersections to provide point support. The Rhinos are laagered two hundred metres south, should we require a withdrawal.'

'There will be no withdrawal, sergeant,' said Cassius. 'We will hold Cordus Via.'

The sergeant hesitated in his stride for a moment before continuing on towards the waystation.

'It was my understanding that we are to delay the tyranid attack only. I have read the Imperial Guard reports. The tyranids have landed in strength on this world. We do not have the resources to halt any advance completely.'

'Nevertheless, we will not be surrendering Cordus Via to the enemy. That is my command.'

'As you say, Brother-Chaplain,' said Dacia. 'We stand ready to lay down our lives in the defence of this place.'

Before Cassius could say anything further, a sharp noise echoed up from the buildings. It was the unmistakable crack of a bolter being fired, followed by several more shots.

'Brother Liades is down!' Sergeant Augustin barked over the comm. 'Tyranid infiltration organism in warehouse six, southwest corner. Pursuing.'

More firing erupted dully from the outskirt of the settlement as Dacia and Cassius broke into a run.

'All squads in south-west sector to converge on Augustin's position,' snapped Cassius. 'South and west patrols increase perimeter to overlap with established routes of displacing squads.'

Affirmatives drifted back over the comm net. There were no more bolter shots until Cassius and Dacia had linked up with the sergeant's squad, who had been stationed where the slip road met the ferrocrete apron of the refuelling facility. This time the firing came from Cassius's left, to the north; the sound of several bolters being fired in unison.

'Another lictor here!' came the report from Sergeant Octanus. 'We discovered it before it had been able to hide. Enemy destroyed. No casualties. Continuing patrol.'

'I'll start a second sweep to the north,' said Dacia, signalling to his squad to move out.

'Yes, sergeant,' said Cassius. 'I will join the southern perimeter. I want a street-to-street, room-by-room search. When the main attack comes, we cannot afford any enemies to have secreted themselves behind us. Stay alert.'

Armoured boots pounding on the ferrocrete, the Chaplain ran down the street, heading to the main throughfare that cut across Cordus Via. He listened to the reports of the squads converging on the lictor's position in warehouse six. The building was already quarantined, each exit covered, but the tyranid creature could well have gone to ground to launch another surprise attack inside. Locating it would be perilous.

Though he was running fast, Cassius was still scanning every street, alley and building he passed. His eyes flicked across empty windows and shadowed doorways and passed over the roofs and balconies, missing nothing. His ears strained against the thunderous background noise of the cataract, his suit's autosenses doing their best to filter out the blanketing cacophony.

Cassius stopped suddenly, pulling free his bolt pistol with his left hand. With his right, he slid his crozius arcanum from his belt and pushed the activation stud. The winged skull-shaped head of the weapon shimmered with the red light of its power field as Cassius turned to his right and looked back at an alleyway he had just passed, his intuition telling him something was wrong. Examining the alleyway more closely, his gaze fell upon that which had sparked his subconscious: a line of darker patches leading across the alley to an external ladder that ran up the side of one of the warehouses. Magnifying his vision, the Chaplain's suspicions were proven correct. The dark patches were splashes of liquid.

One of the river banks was located less than fifty metres away from where he stood. None of his Space Marines had been into the water, so something else must have crossed the river, leaving the trail of drips in its wake.

'This is Cassius,' he said over the comm. His eyes roved over the facade of the warehouse, finding the identifying plate next to the wide doors. 'Possible sighting, warehouse three.'

'Squad Dacia will be with you in two minutes, Brother-Chaplain,' came the first reply.

'Negative, sergeant,' replied the Chaplain. 'Continue to sweep the north sector. I will call for assistance if required.'

Rather than follow the infiltrator up the ladder, where it might be lying in wait on the roof, Cassius entered the warehouse through a side door. It was dim inside, the open space lit only by a few narrow windows at ground level. Activating his thermal view, the Chaplain looked left and right, seeking any anomalous heat signatures. The warehouse floor was almost empty, only a few empty crates stacked along one wall. Metal steps ran up to the upper storey, ten metres above his head, where the clerks' offices would be located.

Still checking the shadows as he advanced, Cassius crossed the freight floor towards the stairway. He was aware of the loud thudding of his boots on the ferrocrete, but there was nothing he could do about that. Reaching the bottom of the steps, the Chaplain holstered his pistol and drew out a frag grenade from his belt.

'Ground floor clear,' he told his warriors. 'Continuing to upper level.'

Thumb poised over the primer rune of the grenade, he ascended quickly, taking the steps three at a time, the cavernous warehouse ringing with his heavy tread.

He stopped just a few steps from the top and tossed the grenade ahead, suspecting that the lictor might be poised to attack as he emerged from below. Two seconds later, the warehouse echoed again with the crack of its detonation, shrapnel clattering against the walls and floor, the top of the stairs illuminated by the flash of the blast.

Hurling himself up the last few steps, Cassius came out onto the upper floor with bolt pistol readied again, the glow of his crozius bouncing back from thin walls peppered with grenade shrapnel. Spinning on his heel, he checked the passageway behind him but saw nothing in the gloom. By the gleam of his weapon, Cassius navigated his way towards the north side of the building, glancing into cubicle windows as he passed, finding nothing. He came to a ladder leading up to a small access panel in the ceiling. As far as he could tell, the hatch had not been opened for some time. There was rust around the lock-bolt and undisturbed cobwebs on the ladder.

It did not mean for certain that the lictor was still on the roof, though it seemed increasingly likely. There could be other ways into the warehouse from above. Still on his guard, Cassius continued his circumnavigation of the offices, the outer wall on his right hand side.

Coming to a place where another corridor met the outer walkway from the centre of the building, Cassius paused once more, checking each approach. As he glanced behind, he thought for a moment that he saw movement in the darkness; a smudge of deeper red amongst the mist of heat left by his armour.

Suddenly feeling that he was being observed, Cassius did not look back to verify what he had glimpsed, but instead stepped into the central corridor. He knew that the lictor would attack as soon as it thought it had been discovered, but until then would stalk its prey for the most opportune moment. At such close quarters, the Chaplain knew that the lictor would be able to strike him down in an instant if it had the chance to attack. Somehow he needed to gain the upper hand, to manoeuvre into a position from which he would be the hunter.