It was a dark and stormy night, the recaf maker was on the fritz and the boiler was offline awaiting parts. As you stumbled into the kitchen to see if you could find some calming tea to help calm your nerves from a tense day at the foundry the sound of glass hitting the floor in the living room broke your stride. Taking a step backwards to get a view of what happened you see three shadowed figures standing in your living room in a small circle staring at one another and at the broken glass. “Shit.” I hope the heretic didn’t hear that.” “He isn’t a heretic, he is clearly a xenos sympathizer and this is our jurisdiction.” “Not at all, he is clearly a psychic and this is firmly within our jurisdiction.” “Excuse me sir, but I was here first and he is a heretic. If you would both kindly leave so that I might dispatch him I would greatly appreciate it.” “No, SIR, this is Not a case of simply heresy, he is a witch and needs to repent before death.”
Your mouth moved faster than your brain as you heard your words form: “What? ‘Dispatch’ me? You are mad!”
“First one to draw gets to claim him….”
Even in the inquisition, nobody an agree on projects.