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To call the meal he was served 'awful' would be a compliment - even without the plague-contamination (little worry, thanks to Lou Bertha's experience with antigens), Inquisitor Ramsay would have taken it offense at being served such a meal. It was an insult, not merely to him, but to food; which to Ramsay, was tantamount to insulting the Emperor himself.
He had killed for far less.
Today though, he was on a search for answers, and the journey to enlightenment would start in this shit-hole Cafeterium.
Once the meal was finished, Ramsay made his way to the prep area, which was as clean and efficient as expected - the pict-fly had shown as much, and his earlier interrogations had revealed that the kitchen staff had little to do with the activities therein.
The lower preparatory chamber was another story.
The pict-fly had shown it as slightly messier than the last-stage service area, but a more careful inspection revealed the truth - the floor was sticky in a most foul manner, rotten bits of food littered the storage cabinets and signs of vermin infestation abound.
The Inquisitor was shaking his head with disgust, still pondering the missing ingredients - and what state he would find them in - when Q shouted for him to come quickly.
When the Ramsay found him, the Moritat - whom the Inquisitor had seen bathed head-to-toe in battle-gore without concern - was bent over, coughing and gagging violently.
He had found the main cryo-storage chamber.
Ramsay took one look before messaging Jean-Baptiste, growling, "Make sure none of those Administratum pricks wanders off... In fact, get them down here, NOW!"