undisturbed； like a virgin fall。 The mutant was trying to hide from him； but it had left a clear trail。 It
would not escape this time。
All but one of the Ice Warriors had been found。
They converged on the spot where Mikhaelev and Grayle had last seen Barreski。 He could have
ended up anywhere within a hundred metre radius； but a quick search turned up no sign of him。 That
was bad； thought Steele。 It meant that the trooper had been completely buried； and would be running
out of air。
“Start digging；” he instructed。 “Centre on this spot here。 Take a five…metre square each to begin
with。” His augmetics had already analysed the speed of the avalanche’s flow as he had experienced
it； extrapolated its likely speed this much closer to its centre； and correlated Barreski’s reported
trajectory and last known distance from his starting point — to conclude that they couldn’t narrow
the search area much more than his comrades’ instincts already had。
Then Steele picked up a sound from beneath his feet； a sound that he identified a moment later
as the muffled cough of a misfiring flamer。
He grabbed Anakora by her greatcoat collar and yanked her backwards as a boiling geyser
erupted from the ground where she had been standing。 The Ice Warriors were showered with
cooling water。 When the deluge had ended； they crowded forward to find a large； round hole in the
snow — and； at its bottom； the top half of a red…faced； spluttering Barreski。
“S…sorry； sir；” he addressed Steele breathlessly。 “Couldn’t breathe down there； couldn’t wait any
longer。 I knew it was risky； but…”
He was cradling his flamer across his chest。
That was when they all heard las…fire； coming from behind the hill — and Steele realised； in that
selfsame moment； that one of his troopers was missing。
Pozhar ran at the mutant； firing。 It had been fleeing from him — but as fast as it was； he was faster。
As his first las…beam hit； the mutant gave a roar of pain and spun around to face him； throwing up its
arms。 It looked as if it was trying to surrender — although Pozhar doubted this； and it would have
made no difference to him anyway。
“Not… what you… think…”
It took Pozhar by surprise； to be addressed by something he had thought of as an animal； dumb
in both senses of the word。 The mutant’s voice was hoarse and rough； like gravel across a rock
surface； and the words came out slowly as if speaking was an effort for it。
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“I can see what you are；” spat Pozhar； and he fired again。
His next two beams missed their target。 He still wasn’t used to shooting left…handed； and that
gave the mutant its chance。 Having seen that it couldn’t fool him； it reverted to type — at least； that
was how Pozhar chose to see it。
It came in low； its talons outstretched； and Pozhar slid to a halt and braced himself to meet it。 As
it thundered towards him； growing larger in his sights； he was able to zero in on it； and two beams
sizzled through the mutant’s chest fur and created livid red sores。 Then it cannoned into him；
clawing at his throat — but Pozhar wasn’t about to be knocked down by another of these things； and
although he was forced onto his back foot； he remained upright and jabbed at the creature’s stomach
with his bayonet。
“Listen；” it rasped； switching its grip to Pozhar’s lasgun； twisting it so that it pointed away from
them both； “Trying to… help。 I know where Confessor… Confessor Wollkenden！ Can take you。”
The mutant’s breath was hot and fetid in his face； and he recoiled from it； lost hold of his gun；
panicked as he began to fear that he wasn’t strong enough to pass this test after all。
“You expect me to trust you？” he yelled。 “You’re a filthy stinking mutant； and I won’t listen to
you； I won’t be corrupted； I won’t！”
Somehow； he found the strength to hurl his foe away from him； and he leapt for his gun； lying in
the snow。 The mutant leapt for it too； but Pozhar got there first。 He grabbed the gun； rolled onto his
back； and he fired； striking the mutant again in the chest； and then in the stomach； widening its
bayonet wound。
It was losing too much blood； It couldn’t survive。 But it was still fighting。 It came at Pozhar with
a roar of rage； its eyes a blazing red； and he knew that he couldn’t fend it off again。 He knew it
would kill him； but that was all right because he had killed it first and would die a pure man。 The
mutant was on top of him； pinning his good arm； and it brought up its talons to strike； to tear out his
throat。
Then it hesitated； and the fire in its eyes died out； and when it next spoke its words were more
lucid than they had been。
“A few months ago；” said the mutant sadly； “I would have tried to kill me too。”
“Don’t you dare say that！” hissed Pozhar。 “Don’t you dare try to say that I’m anything like you。
And don’t stay your hand； I don’t want your… your pity。 Kill me！”
But instead； the mutant died； and Pozhar let out a howl of frustration。 He punched and kicked at
it until it rolled off him； and then stood and drove his lasgun butt into the creature’s corpse again and
again； shattering its bones。
He only stopped when he was exhausted。 He looked down at the mutant’s staring red eyes
seeming to accuse him even now； and he felt the itch on his right hand spreading； crawling up his
arm。 His right glove had come adrift from his greatcoat sleeve； and he was sickened by the sight of
grey fur bristling in the gap。 He pulled up the glove quickly； and buried the hand in its sling to
conceal it more fully。 He could almost have cried。 Hadn’t he done what the Emperor had asked of
him？ It wasn’t his fault that the mutant had stopped fighting； hadn’t challenged him fully。 Pozhar
had expected redemption； but instead he felt empty。
And that was how Steele and the others found him； a short time later： standing over the fallen
mutant； staring down at it； unable to tear his gaze away from it； unable to answer the one burning
question； the unthinkable question； in his thoughts。
Is that my future？
Iota Hive was a little smaller than Alpha； and yet still it dwarfed the Ice Warriors as they emerged
from the hills into its shadow。 Its size fooled Mikhaelev； making him think that the hive was closer
than it was。 And the closer they got to it； the larger — and the further away — it seemed to grow。
Even so； he could already smell the rank purple fungus that encrusted its iced…over surfaces。
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It looked as if the hive had been abandoned a long time ago to the uncaring elements。 If only；
Mikhaelev thought； that could have been the case。
There was a breach in the hive’s blackstone outer wall； but Steele steered his squad well clear of
this after Palinev sighted through his field goggles and reported that he saw figures moving amid the
wreckage。
The hive stopped growing at last； and the great wall filled Mikhaelev’s field of vision。 The Ice
Warriors tucked themselves in against it； careful not to touch the reeking ice； and Steele led the way
along the sheer black face。 It soon became evident to Mikhaelev that they were making for the
breach after all。
Not long after that； the colonel motioned to his squad to be silent and still。 They were nearing
their goal； he said； although Mikhaelev had no way of seeing this for himself。 Presumably； Steele’s
augmetics had helped him calculate the distance to the breach。
“We don’t know how many guards there might be in there；” said the colonel； “but as always it
only takes one to raise the alarm。”
“Fortunately；” said Gavotski； “we still have surprise on our side。 If anyone had seen us coming；
I’m sure we would know about it by now。”
“We’re a long way behind enemy lines；” said Blonsky。 “Those guards have every reason to be
complacent； to have let their attention wonder。 We all know that the followers of Chaos lack selfdiscipline。”
A couple of the others murmured their agreement； and Mikhaelev joined in belatedly。
After what Blonsky had said about him last night； after the number of suspicious glares he had
drawn today； he thought it wise to display his enthusiasm for their cause。
“What we need；” said Gavotski； “is for a couple of troopers to scout ahead； to take out the
sentries without being seen if they can。 Palinev should be one。”
“I can do that！” Pozhar chirped up。 Seeing Gavotski’s doubtful look； he said； “It makes sense；
sergeant。 After Palinev； I’m the lightest on his feet — and I know what you’re thinking； you’re
thinking this sling will slow me down； but I’m getting used to it。 I know I’m having trouble shooting
with my left hand； but I can handle a knife with it； just let me show you。”
The look on his face was imploring； almost desperate — and Gavotski gave Pozhar a long；
appraising stare； and then glanced at Steele； before he made his decision and announced it with a
curt nod of his head。
Mikhaelev thought that he had made a mistake。 Pozhar was too impatient for a job like this one。
He had volunteered for no other reason than that he wanted some action； and nothing would get in
the way of that for him。 But then this wasn’t the first time Gavotski had shown a soft spot for the
young trooper — and the last thing Mikhaelev could afford to do right now was question that。
In the event； his pessimism was proved ill…founded。 Only a few minutes after Palinev and Pozhar
had slipped away； the latter returned beaming from ear to ear； to report that there had been four
cultists on sentry duty and that they had all been despatched。 Steele motioned the squad forwards
again； and soon the black wall beside them fell away； and they were climbing over rubble。
There were； indeed； four robed corpses at the entrance。 It looked as if the cultists had been
playing cards when Palinev and Pozhar had got the drop on them and slashed two of their throats。 A
third cultist had struggled； and had had his neck broken。 The fourth had evidently tried to run； and
had been brought down by a knife to the back。
“We should try to hide the bodies；” said Anakora。 “Then； if anyone comes by； they might
assume that these guards have just deserted their post。”
They were inside the hive at last — Mangellan’s hive； as it was now。
From now on； thought Mikhaelev gloomily； things could only get a great deal more dangerous。
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Time to Destruction of Cressida： 20。32。13
From the outside； Iota Hive had seemed relatively intact。
Inside； it was a different story。 Hardly a structure had been left untouched by the war that had
raged within。 Bridges had been blown out； gantries collapsed； water tanks exploded。 A burnt…out
Chimera lay on its roof； the corpses of a driver and two gunners rotting inside。 There were many
more bodies； and parts thereof； strewn about the streets or half…buried in the wreckage of
demolished walls。 Barricades had been built up from whatever materials were available； to be
broken down again。
No natural light could penetrate this deeply into the hive — and the electric lights were
intermittent； unreliable； allowing black pools to congregate between them。 Grayle drove through it
all； along narrow streets that had once teemed with people。 Those streets were empty now； most of
the people dead — and of those who had survived； most would have joined th