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As the others continued to bore through the blast doors, the mutants began to claw at the locked vents in an attempt to break the seal. Meanwhile, Flint and his team used their separate plasma cutters to drill a hole directly downwards form where they were standing in the corridor.

"If what the dark one told me was right," Flint said as he drilled through the floor. "We should be able to reach our objective if we get to service lifts, which are located directly beneath us."

A group of dregs were moving some equipment when they noticed the plasma cuts in the ceiling directly above them. Before they had time to react the dregs were crushed by the weight of the falling ceiling, combined with the weight of Flint and his team. Once the blast doors had been cut open the cultists were met by a wall of plasma fire, one after one they were cut down and were forced to retreat into the new hole that Flint had carved out. Just as the last few surviving cultists jumped into the hole, the blade walker released its payload into the corridor cutting down a dozen cultists with shrapnel before it began to reload. Then the vents began to burst and the horde descended upon the Fallen scavengers.

One after one the mutant kept coming, shrugging off plasma rounds as if they hadn't hit them in the first place. Dregs, and vandals were slaughtered alike by razor sharp claws and mandibles. One three armed mutant charged Rakik on all fours until it pounced on the captain, the veteran Fallen fell back to the deck of the ketch as speared the mutant on all of his shock blades. To his surprise the beast seemed to not notice that its entrails had been pouring out of its ripped open abdomen, and it kept up its attack relentlessly trying to get a grip on the captain's head.