Dardanos had a forbidding scowl on his face.<br/><br/>He idly swept his bolt pistol side to side, covering the guards and workers of the armory who he had placed in one corner of the room to more easily keep an eye on them. It hadn't taken much effort to corral them together like that after he had disposed of one traitor, whose body lay in one of the adjacent rooms, turning the floor red there.<br/><br/>The man had attempted to ambush the Neophyte after he had found the stocks of eremoprh in the armory. After a trio of lasbolts impacted on the Scout's armor, Dardanos had charged the man and knocked him to the floor, sending the man's lasgun skittering across the room. Dardanos had drawn his bolt pistol and aimed it at the prone man. Much to the horror of the few onlookers, Dardanos ignored the momentary cry for mercy and pulled the trigger... if there was one thing that any Astartes hated, it was a traitor. A bolter shell easily pierced the guard carapace armor and then its mass reactive explosive detonated inside his chest, grossly bulging some places of the man's torso and deflating others.<br/><br/>Shown the devastation of a holy bolter shell at close range, especially when wielded by a Neophyte of the Angels of Death, none of the others present were willing to chance having that happen to them- or something worse- and submitted to the crisply barked orders from the large man wearing the black scout carapace armor, glaring at them over the sights on the bolt pistol.<br/><br/>Dardanos voxed his findings to Inquisitor Chaarn using crisp, concise, clear wording, received his orders and followed through.<br/><br/>"You!" He pointed the pistol at one of the workers, who blanched as he stared down the huge barrel of the weapon. "I need you to take a sample of those chemicals," he gestured with his free hand at the stocks of eremorph, "Up to Deacon's office. You will give them to Inquisitor Chaarn or the Sororitas, and no one else. You will not deviate from my instructions, or the Inquisitor will hunt you down as a traitor and heretic, mister..." Dardanos looks at the man's shirt, reading his nametag. "Holusken." Dardanos looks back at the man's face. "Is that understood?" The worker nodded his understanding and slowly started to make his way towards the chemicals. "Hurry!" Dardanos barked at the man, sending him scurrying to complete his assignment.<br/><br/>Dardanos settled in to wait, holding all of the armory's occupants hostage, as well as anyone who had the misfortune to come through the door- each found themselves staring down the barrel of a bolt pistol wielded by a scowling man wearing the emblem of the Raven Guard Chapter on his pauldron, and then found themselves grouped up with the previous occupants of the room. The expression on the Marine's face simply dared any of them to reveal that they were also involved with the traitor laying in a pool of his own blood.<br/><br/>Neophyte Dardanos Megaero waited for further orders.