A normal citizen of the ark would never dare to be seen walking on the upper levels after curfew. No one was supposed to be up there but the officers and then, above them, in the Cement Ship, the Kief. Till had most likely been spotted by surveillance cameras already, and he quickened his pace as he walked down the dimly lit alley.

Less than a minute later, the expected happened. Three guards with MP40s appeared from doors on either side of the alley. Two more guards and a black-uniformed Inquisitor stepped out behind Till. The guards were mostly young and looked nervous. Think you're gonna be all right with the big bad Inquisitor there to protect you, huh? Till thought. Stopping, he put his hands in the air like any citizen would if faced with five armed guards. The Inquisitor strode forward, extending his nightstick with the touch of a button. He raised it, swung at Till...
...and found himself flat on the ground, nightstick no longer in his hand. Till heaved the man up in front of him, pressing the nightstick to his throat. The guards raised their weapons, unsure of what to do as Till relieved the Inquisitor of his Luger and pointed it at his head. He began to walk toward the three guards.

"None of you try anything funny, or your boss gets a hole in the head." The guards parted, and Till walked backwards away from them. Almost there..., he thought, as the end of the alley grew nearer.

And then he was there. He slammed the nightstick down hard on the Inquisitor's head and ran, still clutching the Luger, as the guards opened fire. Making his way sideways down another alley toward the jumping-off point, he ran right into two more guards. As they brought up their Kar98k's to fire, he shot both of them and kept running. He had a feeling that they weren't dead, but it didn't matter at this point...
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The guards saw the man run straight to the side fence, climb over, and jump off. Peering over the edge, they couldn't see him at all. They dropped a flare, illuminating where he had landed in the water and left a splash.

A lieutenant was now on the scene. "He couldn't have survived the fall!" he shouted. "Just start shooting at the impact spot anyway!"

Suddenly, something rose up from the water. The man was standing on it...it looked to be a submarine. He climbed in, and it disappeared below the waves.

"Fire torpedo!" cried the lieutenant into his radio. But it was too late. The sub was already lost to sonar.

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Having been informed of this mysterious event, the Kief's response, after yelling at the messenger for waking him up in the middle of the night, was to set a course for the nearest inhabited continent and attack. It had been several months since the last raid, and the raw materials recovered from then were wearing thin. A war would make everyone happy, especially the Kief. And when the Kief was happy...well...that was a good thing.