Chaos reigns! Not Chaos, simply chaos. And that, they say, is a ladder. The kind of ladder that reaches up to the high windows and over the walls of the CCCP precinct to the lock-up areas within. The quickest gangs were swiftly up and down the ladders and soon making off with Caskets of Corpse Town’s most precious resource – The Mysterious Crystals. They reason that if the CCCP were willing to pay handsomely for the crystals in the first place, they’d be willing to pay again now their stocks have been depleted.

As these gangs make off towards their hideouts in the warrens of Corpse Town, those gangs that missed this windfall now make up for lost time by attempting to seize these Caskets for themselves. They reason that if the CCCP were willing to pay handsomely for the crystals in the first place, they’d be willing to pay again now their stocks have been depleted and perhaps more as reward for returning their stolen property.

Meanwhile, in the parts of the CCCP headquarters even the most avaricious of the gangs have no wish to penetrate, the CCCP are interrogating the bodies of those Imposters brought in from the chaos with scalpels, drills, and monkey wrenches. And it is here that the Lost, who were found, become mysterious too for it soon becomes evident that they, the Imposters, and the captives dragged in earlier are all cyborgs. Not in the crude way of a Mechanicus adept, but in a fashion altogether more subtle and uncanny. It is a mechanisation that runs in the blood, grows from bone, and slinks around organs. And yet, amid this subtlety, the unsubtle beats too. For every Imposter and every Captive carries within them the same device of metal, each one clanking out the same rhythm.

The CCCP interrogators have begun referring to this device as a Vibro-nome. A variation of which, appears to be integrated into every Member of The Lost they have dissected. While its true purpose is unknown, it appears that the device may be disconnected from its host at will, in a similar way to drawing a knife from its sheath. However, as a weapon it is entirely unsuited. It is too fragile and has no perceivable firing mechanism or blade. The only clue to its use is that when “activated” it emits a sub-sonic rhythmic clicking on a frequency barely detectable to the unmodified human ear.

But this is not of current concern. Hearing reports of and mass looting, the interrogators abandon their work and move to observe the commotion…