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>The Inquisition, the long-standing militant wing of the schismatic Church of !!PSYDON!! and the former not-so-secret police force at the TYRANT's beck and call.
>[ACERBITY] "We're expendable in their eyes. Fuckin' kikes."
"Sending us as a cat's paw for their little errand." The Captain cracks his knuckles with a dull popping sound. (Hmm, so there's tar in his joints too.) "But the Inquisitor speaks and here we are. We can do nothing else."
"Bit of a tall order, innit?" you hem. Just you four blokes smack dab in the middle of the BUGCHUD. You can think of at least another dozen plonkers who're better suited for this kind of job.
[AUTHORITY] There's not a Psydonite alive who would dare defy the catholic authority of an Inquisitor.
[AVARICE] And you'd rather be damned if you don't see this through to the end. You *want* that payout.
Affecting a bit of bravado, you add, "Well, keep that stiff upper lip, lads, we've had worse."
The Captain grunts as he continues to drive.
You have to reread the note again. All doubts are vanquished as your hands touch the black seal of the Psycross; yes, these are bonafide holy orders. Your mind boggles at the thought. For all his presence, how did your lowly Captain become involved with- No, it's best to not pry in these matters.
[AVARICE] For now at least.
"The fuck, we're getting sponsored by THE VATICAN???" MUNCH laughs incredulously. "BWAHAHA! Now that's DELICIOUS! Imagine the Court when a 'FILTHY SORCERER' gets to shove this GRAND SEAL into their STUPID FACES!"
"Shut up MUNCH. Please. I feel like hell today," NUMBERS mutters.
"Stop DYING then, IMBECILE. You been out here too long."
[PRACTIONER'S TRAINING] You peer over and he does look somewhat ill, doubled over like that. You could hop down into the back but your robes are long and the Crawler is still crawling...
"Fix him up later, LIMEY," the Captain growls, confirming your inaction. "We don't got the time."
"Yes, my Captain."
