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James nodded curtly and spoke quietly to the Inquisitor. "I have found a few places my Lord that do arouse suspicion. Though a gallery has piqued my interest, I recommend going there first." He showed the Inquisitor a datapad with several images on display, primarily advertising images that showed various statues of marble, beautifully carved. Also there was a relics exhibit that held replicas of many Imperium relics. Though most were just mini replicas of battles. There were some site that would catch the eye of someone like Zhevon, especially given his current investigation. "For an item like yours. This is a good place to start. I will accompany you there and provide support." He stood upright, and scanned the nearby area, wary of guests interrupting their meeting. As he scanned his hand glazed over where his Exitus Pistol was hidden, his eyes sharp and his hand ready to draw his pistol. He felt like he was being watched...More than he usually did. "My Lord, we should move. Something is amiss..." He spoke quickly and began to move towards a nearby bar for a better vantage point on the area.  "Zhevon did you bring anybody else?" A silly question, of course he would. With what he was facing there must be some group backing his play, else he would not have asked James to take the time to gather intel on the place. "Oh, and before I forget. I didn't drink. Too many heretics here. They are hardly subtle...It is quite appalling and a test of my willpower." he said lightly. Then piping up one last time to inform the Inquisitor of his stash, "My Lord, I have a hidden cache nearby with my equipment inside, I will need to re-arm there before we proceed if that is alright." He needed his rifle, his suit, his mask. All of it, he needed to be ready at the rate he saw heretics strutting about the place. He was damn glad he wasn't a psyker...This must be where they go mad.  Even with what he was hearing aloud right now he was unnerved, what wandered in the minds of them...By the Emperor...That was a nasty thought.  So he kept his mind focused on the task at hand: Guard Lord Inquisitor Zhevon Amoxa. Something was amiss here and he would not let it do the Lord harm as long as he stood and drew breath. His Pistol was ready to fire, let them come, let the heretics swarm him. He will send them all wailing into the warp.
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