Echoes of Pao Fung
The secrecy surrounding the campaign was unusual, though not out of the Crimson Falcon's experience – in his time in the Vigilants he had come to understand the importance of Magenta-level operations to the Inquisition. He knew when best to keep his mind closed.
Focus on killing the Marines Saturnine, he thought. Let the Flesh Eaters rampage through the jungle and bring justice to the Secessionists. Focus on killing the Marines. Therein lay the key to victory.
But the Marines Saturnine were stubborn. Capable. Their arrival had stretched what had been planned as a four-month campaign from one year to two, and was ticking on to a third. Beads of condensation trickled down his plate. Reports of a second renegade Chapter, come to reinforce the secessionists... such rumours complicated matters; encouraging the Partisan rebels, degrading Orthodox morale.
At least, degrading the morale of the Imperial Guard he fought alongside. The Flesh Eaters and Vigilants were made of sterner stuff than unaugmented humans, he told himself.
His Kill Team emerged onto a trail. Without pause, he began to make his way to the sounds of combat.