The Valkyrie door slid open and a young looking officer with his uniform just too neatly done up stood there. "Captain, we've managed to find one sufficient for the process."

Captain Fitzgerald had rather enjoyed the ride. He always enjoyed rides, even though it had by no means been a comfy one. He was sad that it had ended, but such was the way of life. He licked his lips and patted his knees. He then undid his seat belt and got up, making sure that he had all his stationary and items in his pockets. Then he put his helmet back on. "This better be a good one... Lieutenant..."
"Warrens sir, War-"
"Warrens, yeah, I didn't say to say it twice did I?"
The young and inexperienced officer seemed taken aback. "...no, you didn't sir, sorry sir."

"Sorry?" Fitzgerald growled, putting on hand on the top of the door and leaning towards his face. "Did I say to say sorry?" He turned back to his adjutant who was also checking over his personal items. "Did I say to say sorry?"
"No."
"No, I didn't did I?"
"No. You. Did. Not."
He turned back to Warrens. "No. I. Did. Not."

Warrens just stared at him blankly, not knowing how to react. "Have you not got somewhere to be right now? Lieutenant?"
Warrens nodded. "Yes sir, sor- I mean..."

Captain Fitzgerald leaned further forward and looked past him at the city. The smoke from their chemical bombing still hung thick in the air and bodies seemed to fill the streets like cooked statues. Guardsmen were gathered around in various places, sorting themselves out and seeing to their various duties. That was except for the large mob gathere just down the street. He could see tehm from here. That must be where they had the the prisoner.
"Lieutenant... go away."
"Yes sir, I'll see to my duties now." Warrens nodded and marched away three steps, before breaking into a run.

Fitgerald sighed and leant back into the Valkyrie. "NIce kid. Hope he goes far. Have you got the thing... the erm... what's it called?"
His adjuttent, Corporal Stott, held up a small black box. "It's called Commissar Zachery. And I got it, but we'll have to turn it on outside."
"In this wheather?" Fitzgerald held out his arm. His environmental protection suit kept him safe from the acidic chemicals that filled the air, plus it had lost its lethal effectiveness hours ago. But it still stuck to his arm in a thin white layer. "Won't it break?"
"Maybe, but you'll get the blame."
The Captain laughed. "You cheeky... all right come on."
they exited the Valkyrie and Stott found a good spot to set the box down. A few Guardsmen stopped what they were doing to look over but a quick glance from the Captain saw tehm going back to their tasks immediately. Stott pressed a button on the box and undid the latches. "in the name of the EMperor and the holy spirit, may he forever bless us and-"
"And Blah, blah, blah... open it already."
Stott shrugged and opened it.

The little skull inside gave a few quick beeps as it automatically turned itself on. It ejected from the box and activated its anti-grav system, stopping mid-air and hovering in that position, 5 foot off the ground.
Captain Fitzgerald laughed nastily. "Commissar Zachery, how's it going these days? Ha! You've lost weight."
Stott grimaced. "He can't hear you, he's only a servo-skull now."
"Oh, but what was it he said to me? Oh that's right, one day he'll dance on my grave, that was it..." He leaned in towards the flying skull that once belonged to the ex-commissar."Well guess who's still alive, hey?"

Stott tapped a few buttons on his wrist device and the servo-skull beeped a few times before setting off slowly towards the mob of Guardsmen down the road. "Shall we get started... sir?
Fitzgerald smirked. "Being a little kiss-ass in front of the Commissar are we lad?"
"Certainly not in front of you sir."
He laughed. "You cheeky..."

They continued down the road towards the crowd of Guardsmen. Those at the back were whispering amongst themselves and moved out the way to let the Captain and his adjutant through. The further into the crowd they got though, the more they seemed to be chatting and getting riled up. Their attention was averted towards the centre of the mob so the closer the Captain got they less they noticed him.
Eventually he pushed his way towards the front and everyone quietened down as they saw him enter the middle.

It was a large opening in the centre, about 10 metres in left. In the centre of the opening were several bodies. Three of them were onto the floor while one more was on his knees with his head down, a lot of blood and injuries about them.
Their skin was covered in ash, but evidently they hadn't been in this part of the city when they'd been captured. They'd have been cooked alive if they'd been present when the chemical bombs dropped.
The Servo-Skull floated over and scanned the prisoner, collecting information that a normal human eye couldn't possibly pick up.

"So, what's your name?" the Captain asked.
No response.
He knelt down and got closer to the prisoner. He looked like a soldier, as evident by his shaven hair. "I thought your kind covered yourselves in spikes and... lurid tattoos?"
No response.
"Hello? Are you listening to me?"
No response.
"I'd really consider listening to me."
No response.
"I'm trying to be nice here..."
No response.

"Don't bother sir, we'e been trying for ages." A Sargent sniggered aloud. The Guardsmen all around voiced thier agreements.
Fitzgerald looked down at the wounds that covered the prisoners body. They were fresh, made after he;s been captured, stripped and brought here. "I can tell."

He knelt down by the prisoner one more time. "look, I know your kind. I've met your kind before. I'm..."
He hesitated, licking his lips as if snuggling to put it into words.
"..I'm a nice guy. A really, really nice guy... but you're beginning to make me feel bad. So please just tell me anything..."

No response.

Captain Fitzgerald sighed and got up. "Where's he from?"
"14th street, levels 38." An officer said.
"And what's his rank?"
"Lieutenant." another added.

The Captain turned back to the prisoner. "I'll ask you again, one more time and really, really, REALLY nice this time... tell me anything... please?"

The prisoner seemed to twitch slightly, as if he was thinking of something to say... but in the end he chose not to.

The Capitan clenched his fist. "I tried."
Stott pressed a button on his wrist device and the Servo-Skull moved.
It hovered downwards so that it was floating right above the prisoners head. This caused the prisoner to move, looking up at it in sudden fear.
"Now he moves... to late now though pal."

Zachery the Servo-Skull beeped, then injected several tendrils into the prisoners head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
The prisoner screamed, loudly and horrifically.
The Guardsmen jeered in applause.

The Captain walked away as the priosners body started to violently convulse, the Guardmsne openeing a path for him and his adjutent to pass through.

When they'd finally left the crowd the Captain took out a map that had been made of the city. "So where about are we?"
"There." Stott pointed onto the map next to what looked like a docking area and the residential homes for that same docking firm.
"Oh yeah, and where have we got to get to?"
"There." Stott pointed at a large highlighted blob on the map which was labelled *PRIORITY //A//*

The Captain grinned. "Okay then. Well the quickest rout is straight down this highway and left here then."
Stott nodded. "Yes. But that wouldn't be the best idea. It's likely that these cultists had emplacements all over the place, ready to attack us at a moments notice. It would be in our best interest to ensure that-"
"Stott Stott, Stott, pal, you worry too much." The captain laughed dismissively. "If there's anything hiding out there, our friend back there probably knows what it is. Let Commissar Zachary do the job."
Stott hesitated but admitted defeat, nodding slowly. "I suppose."

His wrist device beeped.
"What's that mean?" Fitzgerald asked.
"It means he's finished with the prisoner." Stott replied.
"What already? Well at least he's already a hundred times better at doing his job than he was when he was alive..."