A Legion Seeker Squad gathered the Ninth Legion's finest marksmen into a single instrument of precise and deliberate death, hunters who did not spray fire across a line but chose one throat and cut it. Armed with specialised bolts and schooled in the patient art of the kill, they marked an enemy's champions, his standard-bearers, and his most dangerous guns, and removed them one by one so that the assault to come met a foe already leaderless and afraid. The Blood Angels brought to this work the same cold artistry that shadowed all their war, a perfectionism that took quiet satisfaction in the flawless shot. It was a discipline close cousin to the Red Thirst, and the wisest sergeants watched their Seekers for the moment craft curdled into hunger. Through the Heresy the Seekers of Sanguinius stalked the traitors' commanders across a hundred fields, ending the mighty before the angels ever descended.
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