Inquisitor: The flight plan I just filed with the Officio Inquisitorus lists me, my marines, Magos Pavel here, but only one of you!
(The Inquisitor opens the ramp)
Inquisitor: First one to talk gets to stay on my Thunderhawk!
(Deathwatch Marines drag an ork to the ramp)
Inquisitor: WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB MAGOS PAVEL?
(The ork offers no response. The Inquisitor shoots his bolter away from the ork's head)
Inquisitor: HE DIDN'T FLY SO GOOD. WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?
(Grabs another ork)
TELL ME ABOUT BANE! WHY DOES HE WEAR THE MASK?
(The second ork says nothing)
Inquisitor: LOT OF LOYALTY FOR A GREENSKIN SCUM!
Third ork: Or perhaps 'e's wonder'n why ya would shoot a git before drow'n 'em outta plane.
Inquisitor: At least you can talk! Who are you?
Third ork: It doesn't matta 'oo we are. Wot mattaz iz our plan.
(The Inquisitor removes the hood of the third ork.)
Bane: No wun kared 'oo i was until i put on'da mask.
Inquisitor: If I pull that off, will you die?
Bane: It would be 'tremely painful.
Inquisitor: You're a big xeno.
Bane: Fer ya.
Inquisitor: Was getting caught part of your plan?
Bane: Of course! Magos Pavel ditch our offa 'n favor uv yours. We had ta find out wot 'e told ya.
Magos Pavel: Nothing! I said nothing!
(The Thunderhawk encounters turbulence. Above, an Ork Landa comes into view)
Inquisitor: Well congratulations! You got yourself caught!
Deathwatch: Lord Inquisitor?
Inquisitor: What's the next step in your master plan?
Bane: Krash'n dis plane… WIT' NO SURVIVAS!