The Tanith are strong fighters, general, so I have heard.' The scar tissue of his cheek pinched and twitched slightly, as often did when he was tense. 'Gaunt is said to be a resourceful leader." "You know him?" The general looked up, questioningly. "I know of him sir. In the main by reputation." Gaunt got to his feet, wet with blood and Chaos pus. His Ghosts were moving up the ramp to secure the position. Above them, at the top of the elevator shaft, were over a million Shriven, secure in their bunker batteries. Gaunt's expeditionary force was inside, right at the heart of the enemy stronghold. Commissar Ibram Gaunt smiled.