Here's a quick story for you. Nothing special.
It was a cold drizzly day in Trydle City. The grey brick structures provided a bit of shelter for the Provost and the grim moustachioed man beside him. They were watching the road waiting for a specific car that the Watch Master himself had sent out a Bolo for. They’d desultorily chattered for a bit but the cold and boredom had led to them failing into a watchful relaxation and observation. It was then that the ground car rounded the bend. It was a simple normal small white van without any distinguishing features. Swiftly Provost Jenson nodded to the archaic looking Arbitrator and with a flick of a switch activated the Slasher which deployed its spikes. The driver of the van didn’t notice driving over them and bringing it to a swift juddery stop. Quickly the Arbitrator moved into action grabbing the door of the ram and with one tap of his mace smashing the lock and opening the door. Jenson could see the driver was in a bad state but that didn’t stop the Arbitrator rapping her head again applying the Shock Mace to the sweet spot where several hours of unconsciousness would be certain but death was unlikely. Jenson frowned it seemed overkill to use that level of force on an unconscious subject. But he then heard a sound a thrashing noise from the back followed by some muffled sobs. He left his place by the door and went round to the rear door where he was jerked up short by the Arbitrator. “Let me lead it might not be pretty and they might not be human”.
Jenson shrugged, “I’ll smash the latch in you cover with shield and mace” he suggested.
The Arbitrator nodded “On Three”.
Jenson shrugged reached the position and started counting down with his fingers. As the third dropped down he smashed the latch and inside he saw a bound young couple. Obviously they were no threat. The Arbitrator relaxed and took a Comm Unit out of his pocket “Master we’ve caught her and a pair of victims. What do you want done?”
A momentary pause and then “Yes Sir will do”.
Jenson had clambered in and was about to release the first prisoner a young man when he received a sharp tap on his shoulder. “Don’t the bonds are evidence my master will need to see everything. They’ll also help when he gets here”.
Jenson glared at the Arbitrator but nodded. He couldn’t quite understand but nobody with any sense argued with the Arbites let alone the Inquisition. “The Masters sending along a van, it’ll be here in moments. You’ve done well and don’t worry about the victims if they are innocent they’ll be released but they must be checked for signs of corruption”.
The eyes suddenly turned grim “Believe me you don’t want to know what’s at stake here”.
The prisoner awoke handcuffed to a grim pitiless cold steel table. She was a pretty woman probably older than she first appeared with long blond hair. The black cloaked figure looked at her dispassionately, “You are known to have been involved in the kidnap and butchery of four couples you were captured with the fifth in your van”.
She glowered at him her eyes showing no remorse and no denial. He paid her no attention not even looking at her. “While being prepared for interrogation certain blemishes were found on your body, your life is forfeit just as you have forfeited your soul”.
She still didn’t react. “If you will divulge details of your compatriots their names and goals I may show some mercy, or I shall be forced to use other means”.
She snorted and grinned with maniacal glee she tittered “I look forward to it Corpse fondler, the pain will be a blessing”.
“Pain you mistake me, I know the pleasure your sick kind take in sensation revelling in all its lurid excesses”.
“So you know I’ll never talk”.
“Oh but you will I understand you and know how to break your foul kind”.
“You fool you can never break us, the taste of your tongs will be a faint tickle compare to the torments the prince will put us through if you betray him”.
“Maybe Mischa prepare the chamber, you see you witch I’m not going to give you any sensation whatsoever I’m going to deprive you of all of them”
The new guy is a Catachan Sniper on an Urban base
"Sniper Ross was specifically requested by Inquisitor von Grimme along with his platoon from the XXVII Catachan "The Striking Serpents" after they became embroiled in a firefight with a Category D abomination. They naturally couldn't be returned to their regiment to retell what they had seen and brainwiping was impractical. Even von Grimme baulked at the idea of eecuting such useful soldiers and instead seconded the platoon into his service and that of the Conclave. There are now less than a dozen survivors",