The marine looked at them both, his helmet opening to speak with them. "Inquisitor ling? My name is Blackburn, I've got something for you." He offers the box, it was about two feet across, the inquisitor had heard the name before. Blackburn was making a name for himself among the higher ups as a capable man who could get things done. Yet there were rumors that he worshiped a god long thought dead, not one of chaos and not the god emperor.