As gunfire continues to rage throughout the ballroom, interspersed with the screams and moans of dying, the cell of acolytes take what may be their last chance to dash through the doorway on the stage's right-hand side. Soren, intelligent and practical as ever, takes the chance to line up and fire a few wild shots into the display assembled display cases across the stage, the screeching alarms triggered on several of them only adding to the wild cacophony. The moment that the mechanical assassin is through the door, the adept pulls the heavy portal shut, slamming the crude bolt lock into place, for whatever that will be worth in the face of Sororitas meltaguns. The remaining heretics left locked inside the ballroom, doomed to torture or death at the hands of Interrogator, are really just a bonus.

Taking barely a moment to catch their collective breath, the cell sets off at a rapid pace. The brutish-looking industrial corridor continues onwards for some time, curving only slightly to the left as it goes. The further the group gets from the ballroom the less and less the lumen strips function, or else the further and further they are spread apart. It's hard to tell either way, but effect is the same. The patches of harsh white light grow fainter and further spread out, and the shadows lengthen. After perhaps a minute of hard running, with no pursuers yet visible to them, the four acolytes finally come to the first split in the path. The tunnel forks in something vaguely approximating a y-shape, with one such pathway to the right dipping downwards into the ever-darker abyss leading towards the middle and underhive, while that on the left curling upwards, back towards the crown districts where the nobility dwells.

While it is doubtless that the luxury aircraft that they arrived in has already been confiscated or destroyed by their Inquisitorial rivals, the cell is aware that Inquisitor Tyrus does maintain a modest-sized safehouse among the upper spires of Hive Tarsus. Surely, if they were to reach that place, the quartet would be able to properly contact their master, alert him to their success in capturing the Window, and request a proper extraction. On the other hand, this is just the route that any fleeing degenerate would instinctively turn to in order to flee to their estates and the protection of their powerful families and mercenary guards. Sure Interrogator Altier cannot have failed to anticipate such a move? On the other hand, while it would undoubtedly be much easier to shake off pursuit amongst the laboring drudges of the middle hive and the lawless wastes of the underhive, contacting the Inquisitor for extraction would doubtless also be much more difficult.

A bitter choice, but one which must be made rapidly.

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