Ignore this ass.
Things seem to go smoothly enough once you get moving. You give the driver another set of limited directions every few minutes, ready to shoot or jump if things go south.
To pass the time, you take a look at the log you picked up from the mutant’s apartment. The other four grunts are in no mood to talk after the shooting, and even reading heresy has to be better than talking to Captain Grail.
It starts out as a normal journal. Typical mutant stuff: working in freak shows with the occasional beating. You might have even handed him one, after downing a few. Then it gets darker. Boring crap about “showing them”, “evening the score”, “escaping this hole”. Odd, but still something you could find in any moody teen’s log.
Finally, the references to the Great Enemy become more explicit. Evidently he fell into a Slaaneshi (Slaaneshite? Slanneshian?) cult. He was some kind of low grade psychic. No fancy fireworks (luckily for you, otherwise the robbery might have been botched), but rather the ability to ‘see things’. He was put in charge of finding something called a Black Ark.
The entries collapse into madness for a few weeks. Sentences that make no sense, and symbols that make your head hurt. Then, for one entry, lucidity is regained.
“Black Arc is here. On planet. Under our noses this whole time.
It is unprecedented. An artifact of the Old Ones, capable of placing a gate between any two points in reality. Imagine the potential. Instant military mobilization. An army on Cadia. A hole between the warp and Terra.
Anything we want."