While the reassurances and precautions being taken by Smiles and Boss were, while appreciated, not going to lower his guard at all. If anything, he would be more on edge and guard than before. Sure, the servo skull was watching above and there was quite a few dangerous folks within the group, but it wouldn't hurt for him to be on guard. Might be able to catch the trouble well before it caught up to them, which would certainly be helpful, to put it mildly. Smiles went about opening the door, and before Stukov could put a boot to the door and clear the entryway, a hand on his shoulder signalled him to hold back, Boss heading in first instead. Not his preferred idea of entering the factory, considering how uncertain it was that there would be friendlies, hostiles, or even occupying the building at all. Keeping his silence, and out of sight of the worker as the two went back and forth, he resisted an urge to laugh. Inspectors, really? But it seemed to work, and once the worker moved on, Stukov walked in, rifle cradled in his arms.

[color=9e0b0f]"Inspector, really Boss? If we are not the best armed inspection crew I have laid eyes upon, I could hardly say. Which way do you..."[/color] Stukov stopped talking, a rather painful pressure slamming into his head which brought a pained scowl to his face. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like it came from deep within the factory complex, and he turned towards that corridor, autogun half raised in the direction of the oncoming pressure wave. What he was unaware of was that most of the others would be unaware of the sudden wave of pressure and he began walking, almost forgetting to say anything to the others if it wasn't for the fact he nearly ran into Sis in the process, having to shift his course or bounce off the power armored woman. [color=9e0b0f]"Call me crazy, I got a bad feeling about this place. Reminds me too much of the last Cruiser I served on, so with all due respect Boss, I [i]am[/i] taking point. Your life outweighs mine in worth. Can't have gangers ambushing you again."[/color]

Call it the grim math of war, but an Inquisitor of experience and standing would far trump even one of his retinue members, and certainly if that member was just a senior armsman. The ganger comment was almost an afterthought, he had almost forgot about that little piece of the cover story that Boss had thrown in the man's face. Stukov couldn't explain where the path was taking them, but it sounded like they were heading for the source of the machinery noise, and he kept his autogun half raised, bayonet still affixed and ready for a sudden attack in melee. He was moving like one would have expected to see someone in a void ship, ready to grab onto the surroundings in an instance when the hull shattered, exposing void to crew and boarder alike. The pressure wave almost seemed like it had made him somewhat forget the fact he was indeed planetside, old habits brought back to life that he had shaken before landing. A rather curious shift, to be certain.