Ravenor: The Omnibus

Down here it was a dark world of artificial lighting, metal decks, flakboard walls and an indelible layer of grease that coated everything. Molotch ran out beside him and pulled the blood-flecked pulse rifle out of Emmings’ still-clenched hands. ‘Where is he?’ Lynta was behind him suddenly, her snub-las raised. ‘It was that runt-freak Thonius, wasn’t it? By the time he’d reached the stone steps into the station, he was sprinting. Ravenor appeared at last, soaring down the steps to join them.