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Got bored, decided to write a bit today. Gonna have a not-so-nice cult spring up, and a simple arbites bust have a few, unexpected complications.

Enforcer Castle twiddled his thumbs and whistled to himself. The constant fog from lho-sticks hung thick in the air, almost damnpening the hustle and bustle outside the interrogation room. Castle looked around the room head been in the very same room countless times, the most recent being the night before as he interrogated some gutter-scum about where he bought his narcs. He ran through the conversation with the captain again in his mind.
"Castle," the pink round man said in his usual gruff manner, "interrogation room 26, now."
"What's this about boss?"
The captain wheezed, years of lho-stick smoke breaking down his lung matter. With every squeak his already flushed face got redder and redder.
"Beats the bell out of me." Captain Millan groaned, "all I know is I have an arbites doc on my desk telling me you are to be in that room in the next five minutes. You're not there it's my ass on the line, so move your ass!"
Castle had no idea why the arbiters would ever demand an interview with him. The enforcers felt with local criminals; murderers, rapists and the occasional narc ring. Nothing they were doing should matter to the arbites. Hell, when the enforcers requested the black bastards take up their investigation of the Syndicate, a gang that it had rumored made it to three different hives on Pallasis, they sent it back.
Whatever it is the bastards had taken an interest in, this was big. Hell, no one had seen one of them in the precinct since the riots in the underhive three generations ago. Only the armorer, Knell remembered that day, and he spent it dolling out riot gear.
The clatter outside the room quieted down to a silence, and three silhouettes marched past the window. The door opened and three black-clad figured filed into the room, closing the door behind them as the last one came in.
The two dressed in clack carapace armor with the arbites symbol stamped on it stood on either side of the door. The one on the right had subtle curves giving the only indication of her gender. Both stood unmoving, white visored helmets hid all but their lower faces. Castle couldn't help but glance at the weaponry they carried. Two shockmauls, a shotgun and bolter. No one in the precinct could carry weaponry like that around with them, but no one in the precinct had the authority to disarm these two.
The man, who Castle guessed was the C.O. sat down across from him. He tossed a file down in front of himself, and looked up at the enforcer across him. The man had no hair, and light grey eyes. They sank into his head in the way only a long, hard life. His wrinkled face was interspersed with scars.
He cleared his throat and straightened his heavy trenchcoat.
"You are Enforcer Josef Castle am I right?" the arbite asked.
Castle was sure he knew the answer, but replied wih a little nod anyway.
"Well Mr. Castle, I hope you don't mind if I disregard formalities."
Castle shrugged, he didn't give a damn about formalities on a normal basis, and there was no way he was going to tell this man what to do.
" I am Judge Hervain." the man continued, either not noticing or caring about Castle's amazed expression. " I am here about your knowledge of a certain underhive gang known as..." he paused, flicking through his files, " The Circle."
Castle's eyebrows furrowed. The Circle brought an arbites judge schlepping down to a lower precinct, a real judge? Something was amiss here, an underhive gang shouldn't have anything to do with the arbites. The enforcer cleared his throat.
"I know about them, but before we start I hope you don't mind if I ask, why would you care about a group of hive scum like them? It's not exactly your jurisdiction."
Castle knew he had crossed a line. All three of the arbites stiffened at his question. Apparently the judge didn't have questions asked of him a whole lot. The woman arbite's mouth opened to speak, but she restrained herself.
The judge followed Castle gaze to glance at her before turning back to him.
"Your are right, small time gangs in the slums are none of my business. My job is to keep this world in imperial hands. To seek out any who would see the God-Emperor's grip on this world broken." Hervain said, folding his hands and pausing to let his words seek in. He was obviously a skilled speaker, and Castle clung to his every, well pronounced word.
"But I am here, speaking to you." he said, punctuating his words by hitting the table with his finger, "so I suggest you use your deductive skills."
Castle looked at the man questioningly. His words caught in his throat, and his lips became suddenly dry.
"The Cir- Circle" he stammered, "aren't just some narc runners in the hive are they?"
The male arbite by the door snorted in derision. His superior gave him a quick glare over his shoulder.
"I apologize for arbitor Eremus. He has quite the ego." the old man said. "And yes you are right, this is no simple gang of, what did you say? Narc runners?"
Castle gave him a small nod.
"The Circle is far from simple, and has much bigger plans than selling some obscura to a few street rats." he said, "They are planning things, that fall well into my jurisdiction, and if carried out, will lead to this planet's fall."
Castle swallowed. The judge's tone was nothing but serious; and that gave Encorcer Castle, with over a decade of policing the darkest parts of the hive with an iron resolve, chills creeping up and down his spine.