The next wave of intelligence (Orks?) reports came in and the overall picture was becoming clearer about the Chaos defences surrounding The Forge. Sketchy images on a screen revealed some heavy bunkers in place protecting the Plague Marines. Every now and again the image would flicker as if something was interfering with the feed… very strange, Zagdakka mused.
A hint of a smile passed across Typhus's face as he watched another group of these sneaky Orks scuttle back to the Warboss. He was drip feeding them intel quite readily now, keen that they should show their hand during the incursion at the Forge. His master would then have the advantage in the climactic battle to come and put an end to them once and for all.
T-minus 4 days…