BREAK THROUGH

The sergeant checked the scanner again. Seconds ago it had been clear, now he could
see a few red blips at the edge of the dial. As he watched, more and more blips
appeared, and started moving in to the centre - his squad's position. The enemy were
approaching fast, and their speed seemed to indicate that they were, after all,
Genestealers. 

Although the area had been clear when the squad had emerged from the boarding torpedo,
the enemy had been quick to detect the intruders' presence and move into contact with
them. They had their orders, no matter how heavy the opposition they must not turn
back, as the only chance to get the rest of the force safely on board the hulk lay in
opening the doors to the cargo bay. 

A sensor sweep had shown that the controls for the doors lay in this section of the
hulk. It was hoped that a quick strike by a single squad would not seem sufficiently
threatening to alert the foe. So far the plan was working and the squad was close to
their objective, but things were about to get tougher. A final check of the scanner
showed that the first of the foe were nearly upon them, just round the corner ahead.

Very soon they would get their first sight of a Genestealer. With a terse command 
he ordered the squad to halt and ready their weapons. Despite all his years of service, 
when the first wave of Stealers tore thowards them down the corridor he nearly froze 
with horror before his instincts and training took over. He fired his storm bolter 
again and again at the monsters. Behind him, his men fired continously, raking the 
corridor with explosive shells, but no matter how many Stealers they killed, more flung
themselves forward, screaming with alien fury... 
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