People came and went from the library. Inquisitors took their orders and execute them flawlessly, this is what meant to be an inquisitor: to execute flawlessly the orders that you received. It was dehumanizing, at times even nerve breaking but someone had to do it. Someone had to do this dirty work.

　　As time went on Pxan noticed a pattern in the notes: red meaned special missions, yellow killing contracts, white deliveries and orange spying mission. Today he received a purple one and was much dazzled by it. <> handwritten at the bottom there was another part <>

　　After half an hour he was somewhere in the underground Rene <>

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　　<> Rene visibility cought <>Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.The descend continued: second floor, third floor, fourth floor. By now he should have had some hallucinations but nothing happened <>When he arrived there three Unhelm waited for him with guns pointed at him. He recognized the model, those were the new model, the black ones. The ones made by the inquisition. They didn`t attack them. Once passage the long hallway of a strange grey stone he saw a vast valley made of monoliths, columns and stone. It was a strange spectacle to see. At the further end, there was a statue of what looked like a councilour holding a strange black object. <>

　　Rene went closer to the egg with some lens to see if it shows any sign of decay or breaking, nothing. Pxan looked better at the various columns and noticed that there was a statue embedded in them. Faces, bodies, torsos, animals, anything was in them. Not after long, the whole place begun to give him a headache and he wished not to be there.

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　　Rene turned suprised <>

　　He looked around, there was a strange statue of a man embedded in the rock, the face looked familiar. He went closer and saw that he wore inquisitors clothes and equipment, he had already seen this person, this statue was new. He prefered not to think about becoming one of those statues and went away. Before the voices in his mind became even louder, one of the side effects of the underground.