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offices." Dibsey said into his ear and he looked over the hive of people arranged in tiered seating before him, hunched over the monitors that fit poorly with their drab and grimey attire.
    "This your job up here?" Sejanus asked and surveyed the hub before him. "Ticking off deliveries?"
    "Some of us pilot the loaders down there. The cranes up here." Anders said and nodded out the window at the grueling operation at work there, under the weight of which men sweat and moaned like in some pit of perdition. "A few on maintenence for the autostorage units; you know: for appearences."
    "Why isn't it all automated; why just storage?"
    "Same reason the traitors and civies are hauling crates with just their hands." Hulk said.
    "Seems like a waste of manpower."
    "Well it would be, if manpower was the point." Dibsey said and passed behind him toward the other door, touched him on the shoulder as he did so. "Please."
    Sejanus glanced to the two others of his cellmates and rejoined him at the threshold. There they navigated out onto the walkway again and made for its terminus against the wall and the stairwell that ran down from it to the warehouse floor. They trooped down the grated steps and came to the gate at its bottom and which Anders opened with the command given him by his bracer. Thus , as its maglocks whined inert and the door swung open, master and slave met with one another.
    The indiscriminate mass of workers there eyed them with a kind of duality of fear and opportunity, one perhaps intertwined with the other. His cellmates paid them as much mind as touring conquerors do their human spoils and are often thus conquered themselves. Sejanus thought it strange then that what he and others had fought to protect had ended only in suborning its noxious elements back into the fold and to where, as on Cocytus, they could plot in peace its great overthrow. These thoughts troubled him only so far as he was brought into the presently emptied shadows of the scaffold of an autostorage unit and wherein a man waited upon his knees, held in bloodied submission by a group of stout Blackbloods.
                  "What's this, then?" He said.
                  "Where we give you this." Anders said and gave him a sharpened bit of metal, wrapped round the base with medical tape to form a handle, and gestured upward vaguely. "No cameras. And where you prove your loyalty."
                  "Prove my loyalty?" Sejanus said and waved the knife at them. "To you scumfucks?"
                  "We know your stature." Dibsey said and laid the long fingers of a long hand upon his shoulder as he might drum them upon a table, slow.
                  "So we'll forgive the scumfucks comment." Hulk said, loud but without animation, and stood cocked to the side and with his eyes fixed unblinking on him.
                  "And I, my brutish friend." Dibsey went on. "But you must admit that we cannot truly be sure of your allegiance these days, what with how badly the wars ended for you."
                  "How badly the wars ended for me." Sejanus said.
                  "Killing a man, a Corist at that, and not an inhuman can shake one in his convictions. Make him break with his faith in Man. The Concilium. So," Dibsey said and waved with his other bony hand at the beaten man who looked to and fro at them in a ponderous kind of madness.
                  "And who's this asshole?" Sejanus said, but looked down at the man.
                  "A Unionist." Anders said from behind him and stepped nearer, crossed his arms. "Nobody important."
                  "And you want me to kill him."
                  "To prove your loyalty."
                  "To prove my loyalty." Sejanus said and thought back to the times he had done so and then approached the man sat on his knees before him.
    "Wait." The man said through busted lips and teeth and