'Hawke,' he managed, 'Guardsman Hawke, serial number 25031971, who the hell are you?'
'Sergeant Vermaas of the Imperial Fists strike cruiser Justitia Fides,' said a voice in front of him.
He felt hands lifting his dog-tags from beneath his uniform jacket.
Hawke blinked his eyes and turned his head, seeing two giants in yellow power armour either side of him, a third standing before
him without his helmet. Even in his exhausted state, Hawke recognised Space Marines and wept in relief when he saw the boxy
shape of a Thunderhawk gun-ship sitting on the plain behind them.
'Where is Captain Eshara?' demanded Vermaas.
'Who?'
'Brother-Captain Alaric Eshara, commander of the Imperial Fists Third Company.'
'Never heard of him,' said Hawke.
Graham McNeill ?Storm of Iron?
Vermaas nodded to the Imperial Fists either side of him and Hawke was marched roughly towards the gunship as the Space
Marines boarded ahead of him.
'Where are you taking me?' he asked.
'We're taking you home, soldier,' said Sergeant Vermaas.
Hawke smiled and stepped aboard the Thunderhawk.
(The End)
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