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deliberations and tactics were discussed for the coming orbital defence, he turned from the hololithic display.
    ‘Wait, brother.’ Helbrecht’s voice made it a request, not an order, and that made it easy to refuse.
    Grimaldus stalked from the chamber without another word.
    Their destination was called, with bleakness so typical of this world, Helsreach.
    ‘Blood of Dorn,’ Artarion swore with feeling. ‘Now that’s a sight.’
    ‘This is… huge,’ Nerovar whispered.
    The four Thunderhawks tore across the sulphurous sky, parting sick yellow clouds that drifted apart in their wake. From the cockpit of the lead aircraft, six knights watched the expansive city below.
    And expansive barely covered it.
    The four gunships, boosters howling, veered in graceful unison around one of the tallest industrial spires. It was slate-grey, belching thick smoke into the dirty sky, merely one of hundreds.
    A wing of escorts, small and manoeuvrable Lightning-pattern air superiority fighters, coasted alongside the Astartes Thunderhawks. They were neither welcome nor unwelcome, merely ignored.
    ‘We cannot be the only Astartes strength sent to this city,’ Nerovar removed his white helmet with a hiss of venting air pressure and stared with naked eyes at the metropolis flashing beneath. ‘How can we hold this alone?’
    ‘We will not be alone,’ Sergeant Bastilan said. ‘The Guard is with us. And militia forces.’
    ‘Humans,’ Priamus sneered.
    ‘The Legio Invigilata has landed to the east of the city,’ Bastilan said to the swordsman. ‘Titans, my brother. I don’t see you sneering at that.’
    Priamus didn’t answer. But nor did he agree.
    ‘What is that?’
    The knights leaned forward at their leader’s words. Grimaldus gestured down at a vast stretch of rockcreted roadway, wide enough to accommodate the landing of a bulk cruiser or a wallowing Imperial Guard troop carrier.
    ‘A highway, sir,’ the pilot said. He checked his instruments. ‘Hel’s Highway.’
    Grimaldus was silent for several moments, just watching the colossal road and the thousands upon thousands of conveyances making their way along it in both directions.
    ‘This roadway splits the city like a spine. I see hundreds of capillary roads and byways leading from it.’
    ‘So?’ Priamus asked, his tone indicating just how little he cared about the answer.
    ‘So,’ Grimaldus turned back to the squad, ‘whoever holds Hel’s Highway holds the beating heart of the city in their hands. They will have unprecedented, unstoppable ability to manoeuvre troops and armour. Even Titans will move faster, at perhaps twice the speed than if they had to stalk through hive towers and city blocks. ’
    Nerovar shook his head. He was the only one without his helm covering his features. Insofar as it was possible for an Astartes to look uncertain, he was doing so now.
    ‘Reclusiarch.’ He spoke Grimaldus’s new title with hesitancy. ‘How can we defend… all this ? An endless road that leads into to a thousand others.’
    ‘With blade and bolter,’ said Bastilan. ‘With faith and fire.’
    Grimaldus recognised his own words spoken from the sergeant’s mouth. He looked down in silence at the city below, at the insane stretch of road that left the entire hive open, accessible.
    Vulnerable.

Chapter III
    Hive Helsreach
    The Thunderhawks touched down on a landing pad that was clearly designed for freight use. Cranes moved and servitors droned out of their way as the gunships came down in a hovering shower of engine wash and heat shimmer.
    Ramps clanged onto the landing pad’s surface and the four gunships disgorged their living cargo – one hundred knights in orderly ranks, marching into formation before their Thunderhawks.
    Watching this display, and desperately trying not to show how impressed he felt, was Colonel Sarren of the Armageddon 101 st Steel Legion. He stood with his hands clasped together, fingers interlaced, over his not inconsiderable stomach.