Minutes later, a squad of combat troops dressed in Lone Star uniforms came bursting in through the front door, weapons out and ready for anything but what they found: naked dead, smashed furniture, numerous small fires, and a crucified ork. By the time the officers finished searching the two floors of the huge doss and decided to break down the back door, all they found was a trail of bloody bare footprints on the stairs going up to the first floor and then out again into the alley. They lost the tracks in the prickly weeds of a vacant lot. When more Lone Stare reinforcements and a Doc Wagon team arrived, everything and everybody of any importance was long gone.