IC II: DH The Purity of Sacrifice

[bramblefoot]

milo sighs "**** with us, **** with the emperor" he says. "why dont you just let us in, and we wont make a mess of your furniture." he spreads his arms like a demagogue "how would you like to be known as a traitor to the imperium, and consulting with bad people to boot?"

his eyes narrow at the keypad "come quietly, or i swear on my jacket i will not make it pretty for you. you wanna come out, or do we have to drag you kicking, screaming, and bloodied to somewhere cold and dark?"

"also, who said we were civilized? you could have any number of traps and such. just let us in, and this will be over"