Dan Abnett - First and Only

'And the bloody Emperor,' Blenner said and they clinked glasses.

'I say,' Blenner said a moment later, 'Why is your boy slowing down?'

Milo pulled up, wary. The two tracked vehicles blocking the road ahead had their headlamps on full beam, but Milo could see they were painted in the colours of the Jantine Patricians. Large, shaven-headed figures armed with batons and entrenching tools were climbing out to meet them.

Gaunt climbed out of the cabin as Milo brought them to a halt. Snow drifted down. He squinted at the men beyond the lights.

'Brochuss,' he hissed.

'Colonel-Commissar Gaunt,' replied Major Brochuss of the Jantine Patricians, stepping forward. He was stripped to his vest and oiled like a prize fighter. The wooden spoke in his hands slapped into a meaty palm.

'A reckoning, I think,' he said. 'You and your scum-boys cheated us of a victory on Fortis. You bastards. Playing at soldiers when the real thing was ready to take the day. You and your pathetic ghosts should have died on the wire where you belong.'

Gaunt sighed. That's not the real reason, is it, Brochuss? Oh, you're still smarting over the stolen glory of Fortis, but that's not it. After all, why were you so unhappy we won the day back there? It's the old honour thing, isn't it? The old debt you and Flense still think has to be paid. You're fools. There's no honour in this, in back-street murder out here, in the cold zones, where our bodies won't be reported for months.'

'I don't believe you're in a position to argue,' said Brochuss. 'We of Jant will take our repayment in blood where it presents itself. Here is as good a place as any other.'

'So you'd act with dishonour, to avenge a slight to honour? Brochuss, you ass – if you could only see the irony! There was no dishonour to begin with. I only corrected what was already at fault. You know where the real fault lies. All I did was expose the cowardice in the Jantine action.'

'Bram!' Blenner hissed in Gaunt's ear. 'You never were a diplomat! These men want blood! Insulting them isn't going to help their mood.'

'I'm dealing with this, Vay,' Gaunt said archly.

'No you're not, I am…'Blenner pushed Gaunt back and faced the Jamine mob. 'Major… if it's a fight you want I won't disappoint you. A moment? Please?' Blenner said holding up a finger. He turned to Milo and whispered, 'Boy, just how fast can you drive this buggy?'

'Fast enough,' Milo whispered, 'and I know exactly where to go…'

Blenner turned back to the Patrician heavies in the lamplight and smiled. 'After due consultation with my colleagues, Major Brochuss, I can now safely say… burn in hell, you shit-eating dog!'

He leapt back aboard, pushing Gaunt into the cabin ahead of him. Milo had the staff-track gunned and slewed around in a moment, even as the enraged troopers rushed them.

Another three seconds and Gaunt's ride was roaring off down the snowy street at a dangerous velocity, the engines raging. Squabbling and cursing, Brochuss and his men leapt into their own machines and gave chase.

'So glad I left that to you, Vay,' Gaunt grinned. 'I don't think I would've have been that diplomatic.'

EIGHT

Trooper Bragg kissed his lucky dice and let all three of them fly. A cheer went up across the wagering room and piles of chips were pushed his way.

'Go on, Bragg!' Mad Larkin chuckled at his side. 'Do it again, you fething old drunk!'

Bragg chuckled and scooped up the dice.

This was the life, he thought. Far away from the warzone of Fortis, and the mayhem, and the death, here in a smoke-filled dome in the cold zone back-end of an ancient city, him and his few true friends, a good number of pretty girls and wager tables open all night.

Varl was suddenly at his side. His intended friendly slap was hard and stinging – Varl had still to get used to the cybernetic implant shoulder joint the medics had fitted him with on Fortis.

The game can wait, Bragg. We've got business.'

Bragg and Larkin kissed their painted lady-friends goodbye and followed Varl out through the rear exit of the gaming dub onto the boarding ramp. Suth was there; Melyr, Meryn, Caffran, Curral, Coll, Baru, Mkoll, Raglon… almost twenty of the Ghosts.

'What's going on?' Bragg asked.

Melyr jerked his thumb down to where Corbec, Rawne and Feygor were unloading booze and smokes from a battered six wheeler.

'Colonel's got us some tasty stuff to share, bless his Tanith heart.'

'Very nice,' Bragg said, licking his lips, not entirely sure why Rawne and Feygor looked so annoyed. Corbec smiled up at them all.

'Get everyone out here! We're having a party, boys! For Tanith! For us!'

There was cheering and dapping. Varl leapt down into the bay and opened a box with his Tanith knife. He threw bottles up to those clustered around.

'Hey!' Raglon said suddenly, pointing out into the snowy darkness beyond the club's bay. 'Incoming!'

The staff track slid into the bay behind Corbec's truck and Gaunt leapt out. A cheer went up and somebody tossed him a bottle. Gaunt tore off the stopper and took a deep swig, before pointing back out into the darkness.

'Lads! I could do with a hand…' he began.

Major Brochuss leaned forward in the cab of his speeding staff-track and looked through the screen where the wiper was slapping snow away.

'Now we have him! He's stopped at that place ahead!'

Brochuss flexed his hand and struck it with his baton.

Then he saw the crowds of jeering Ghosts around the drive-in bay. A hundred… two hundred.

'Oh balls,' he managed.

The bar was almost empty and it was nearly dawn. Ibram Gaunt sipped the last of his drink and eyed Vaynom Blenner who was asleep face down on the bar beside him.

Gaunt took out the crystal from the inside pocket where he had secreted it and tossed it up in his hand once, twice.

Corbec was suddenly beside him.

'A long night, eh, commissar?'

Gaunt looked at him, catching the crystal in a tight fist.

'Maybe the longest so far, Colm. I hear you had some fun.'

'Aye, and at Rawne's expense, you'll no doubt be pleased to hear. Do you want to tell me about what's going on?'

Gaunt smiled. 'I'd rather buy you a drink,' he said, motioning to the weary barkeep. 'And yes, I'd love to tell you. And I will, when the time comes. Are you loyal, Colm Corbec?'

Corbec looked faintly hurt. 'To the Emperor, I'd give my life,' he said, without hesitating.

Gaunt nodded. 'Me too. The path ahead may be truly hard. As long as I can count on you.'

Corbec said nothing but held out his glass. Gaunt touched it with his own. There was a tiny chime.

'First and Last,' Corbec said.

Gaunt smiled softly. 'First and Only,' he replied.

A MEMORY

MANZIPOR, THIRTY YEARS EARLIER

They had a house on the summit of Mount Resyde, with long colonnades that overlooked the cataracts. The sky was golden, until sunset, when it caught fire. Light-bugs, heavy with pol-lenfibres, ambled through the warm air in the atrium each evening. Ibram imagined they were navigators, charting secret paths through the Empyrean, between the hidden torments of the Warp.

He played on the sundecks overlooking the mists of the deep cataract falls that thundered down into the eight kilometre chasms of the Northern Rift. Sometimes from there, you could see fighting ships and Imperium cutters lifting or making plan-etfall at the great landing silos at Lanatre Fields. From this distance they looked just like light-bugs in the dark evening sky.

Ibram would always point, and declare his father was on one.

His nurse, and the old tutor Benthlay, always corrected him. They had no imagination. Benthlay didn't even have any arms. He would point to the lights with his buzzing prosthetic limbs and patiently explain that if Ibram's father had been coming home, they would have had word in advance.