Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-32600226-20190115032836

The Truck proved to be massive vehicle, larger than a Chimera with a ladder to get into the cargo bay and with the drivers cabin directly connected to the bay. On the inside it was illuminated by a pair of light pannels bolted to the roof. A door led from the cabin to the cargo bay which was currently open. The walls were reinforced on the inside with panels of plasteel to make it more durable than it appeared, and had firm, padded benches on the sides. In between the benches were the three boxes, the red and blue striped ones were made out of a hard plastic and had what you were told was in them. The yellow box was made out of metal and had no apparent way to open it, there wasn't even a seem to show where it opened. Also in the center was a set of well used carapace armor and a pile that turned out to be heavy cloaks, one far larger than the rest.

As Kaylock was puzzling over the yellow box, a man came through the door from the driver's cabin. He was tallish and fair haired, with a vaguely unsettling air about him, similar to what some of them had felt near Astropaths and Navigators. Kaylock recognised him as the Inquisitor's Interrogator, Marvin or something. "Good to see you're still with us Kaylock," he said in a level voice. He looked over at Waycrest, "good to see an Astartes again, it's been a while since I've seen one. I hope Nicolas didn't swoon upon seeing you. He's been dying to tinker with Astartes equipment for as long as I've known him," he said to him. He was clearly trying to make light conversation but something about him still felt unnerving.

"Anyways," he said, his voice suddenly became more buisness like. "Name's Martin I'll be driving you guys to the city and operating comms. "I'll be on your short comms that the Vox beads broadcast on and reporting back to the Inquisitor," he told them. He suddenly fumbled with something under his own coat and drew out a small box, inside which was three strange deivces resting on foam. Handing one to all the mortal members of the team they could see they were some type of sensor with a adjustable strap. "These are heartbeat sensors," Martin instructed them. "Just stick them anywhere you can feel your pulse. Waycrest we'll be using your armor's own biometrics to keep track of you. The yellow box holds a nuclear warhead that I'll turn on when you guys go to confront the traitor. Basically it's a dead man's switch so that if you all die without killing him, the nuke will probably get him, so try not to lose those. I'll be moving back up now to drive, should be there in two or three hours." With that he left, moving back up to the driver's cabin. Shortly they could feel the powerful engine roaring to life and the truck accelerating. For several minutes the ride was somewhat rough with bumps and shaking before whatever road they were on smoothed out.