>>6075574You know better than to make casual conversation with Deathwatch. A civilian came down onto the catwalks from an access point in a building to investigate the constant shots levelled at the Nalkainen, and was killed almost instantly with a bullet from the submachine gun and the door shut from the ground with a blast of the compressed air V-Ring shot.
They have a higher level of authority than you could have imagined aspiring to joining the Stormwatch. You’ve heard joining the Deathwatch is like gaining knighthood, or becoming royalty, and that most are descendants from the previous generations of Deathwatch agents. Thoroughbred killers, you’ve even heard tell that they’ve come to have their own phenotype, nearly qualifying as their own independent race of human.
You know better than to make casual conversation with them, and would rather be as far away from them as you can.
But while waiting for Undercroft agents to arrive to carry the Nalkainen away chained to a stretcher, the Deathwatch made casual conversation with <span class="mu-i">you.</span>
“Hail, green girl,” spoke the shotgunner, with a vicious grin oozing from the tone of his voice. His compatriot was far enough away, securing a perimeter, that he could speak as freely as he could under the stoned gaze of L4 Blythe. “What do you know about this pet? One of the old oak’s, or did it come crawling in from the north?”
The words “I don’t know” sound too much like you’re purposefully withholding information. “I just got a courier delivered message directly from Miss Jousten to arrive at a substation and head down here immediately. This is my first time seeing this thing, or anything like it.”
The MNP agent shook his head. “I've seen your files. Your pedigree protects you, hunterkiller's daughter. You've seen some things you shouldn't. Seen something like it. A gluttonous creature, with the power to use bloodshed as its fuel… read about something <span class="mu-i">real</span> similar in a briefing not very long ago.”
