[Lumen]

Knives responds over the microtranscievers,  <Roger that, be careful.  Looks like we're only fifty miles out, I can see the Thames.  Problem is the map doesn't show where we're headed.  Unless Dunk is itching to try his hand on deck I could just sit here with the pilot until he jacks out.  Then I can get some answers out of him.  Tough call lads, what do you think?"

He reaches over and relieves the pilot of his smokes and fires one up.  Puffing away, Knives sits back watching the nav-map.

[Csjarrat]

//Aye, I hear ye. Tis good news in a way. Glad te back in 'Blighty, I wa' getting sick o'em fucking Frenchies!
I dunnae if we're better off waiting for 'em te make 'ere move. They go through a middleman, we need te' figure oot a plan te deal wi'em. They're no' gonnae be too happy we slotted 'ere pals eh? We'll be 'reet if they land us on the coast mind, but I'm keen on the idea we boost a life raft an' make fer the fuckin' hills me'self//

[Lumen]

<A raft!?  Did you miss the giant raft crashing swells outside?   Have ya gone daft?  Though I do like the avoiding the dead crewmen part of your plan...  Alright maybe when we get closer.>

[Csjarrat]

//look pal, it's just an idea. We stay on 'ere long enough an' one o'em is gonnae see his pal bleedin' all o'er this fuckin' gangway. Then we're really neck deep in tha' shite// dunk sounded pensive, even through the hushed tones of the radio comms you could tell he was pretty anxious.

[Scawire]

Mantis sees the turning of the door knob and starts to get ready to cast magical hell on what ever come out the door. He already had a bloody leg and he wanted to get back on solid ground this rocking boat was doing a number on his legs. Mantis figures he has never had sea legs, right now all he seems to have is blood covered legs that should still be resting in his bunk, but no these crazy chaps had to piss him off.

[Csjarrat]

The wheel clanged to the end of its range, signifying it was now open. The heavy door swung inwards as you began to channel the mana around you into a powerful destructive bolt.
Seeing the delicate frame of one of the girls tentatively peeking around the doorframe, you dropping the spell, feeling its part-formed raw energy dissipate into your aura.
The girl looked up the corridor, staring transfixed at the mutilated corpse laying there in the awkward pose it fell into as it had hit the far wall. It's blood has congealed and begun to clot as it oxidised, turning a deep crimson.
She gagged and held back a wave of nausea, the retching motion repeating itself several times before she controlled herself and stood out into the corridor, catching sight of you and Dunk for the first time. They both stood there, eyes fixed on a single point, somewhere off to the right of you.
Tracing their point of gaze, you see Dunk holding the rusty old gun in a full aiming position, whispering slightly to you as you turn to him
Who the fuck are they?

[Scawire]

Mantis takes a quick look at the ladies before answering Dunk. Seems my spirit helper did help them. Mantis not feeling he is in any danger turns his head towards Dunk and whispers. Those are the ladies that where being raped and Knives sliced up the ass holes doing it. There might be more on board too. Mantis shakes his head thinking of the shock the scene he saw, even picturing the horror gets to him.

[Csjarrat]

Dunk's face softened a bit with the news, though clearly still a bit on-edge, the barrel of the gun dipped slightly in response to the harmless looking girls
Alreet, so we go'a plan or we just gonnae stand 'ere pointing a gun a'em all night? Yer probably right about being more o' 'em elsewhere. These smugglin' lads dunnae run the channel wi'out a full hold.
Probably full o' coke, chips, weaps, girls or summat equally illegit.
You could see the cogs working as he spoke, you began to think the same thing. You could make a decent payday out of this if you played it right....

[Scawire]

Mantis takes a second to get the images see the girls cause to resurface, then sub vocals his two teammates. Well lads we have to paths I see we loot the hell out of this boat and jump ship onto a life boat or we risk seeing who we have to talk to when this boat hits port or another boat. I vote we jump ship when we are near the shore. Mantis's mind starts to think of where the loot might be keep hidden on this floating death trap.

[Lumen]

<I don't want to be around when it comes time to do some explaining so I guess we gotta bail on the life raft.  If we gotta load up on deck it won't be fun but go ahead and haul some cargo up. Let's get loaded and get outta here.>

Knives snags another smoke from the pilot and lights it up. *One more for the road.  Knowing our luck it'll be hours before I get another one.*

[Scawire]

Mantis ponders the idea of looting the ship. Dude I so don't want to go above deck more then needed that watery death trap is just looking to throw me into the cold sleep of it's icy waters. Humm.... Mantis subvocals the group. Ok gents lets take the engine room to the cargo maybe we can bypass some of the ships crew and not lose our foot hold and end up dead in the waters. Knives you want to join us or are going to get the boats ready? Mantis starts leading him and Dunk to the cargo.

(Gold lots of Gold come on now that would be a nice change.... Ya right.... fighting devil rats is more like it.)

[Lumen]

<Well chummer I know as much about boats as I do the fraggin matrix so I guess I'll come with you two. I don't want to cross this deck anymore than I have to though so let's try and make the last time.>

Knives sighs and stands up.  *So much for taking a breather... time to get soaked... again...*

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Stuffing the fag packet in your inside pocket, you tighten your jacket against the maelstrom outside and re-don your gecko kit, slicking your hair back off your forehead, not that it would stay that way for very long...


__Scawire___
Dunk lowered the old shottie, seeing the terrified looking girls were no threat. They start pleading with you, though what they were saying was a total mystery.
They moved towards you, hands out, talking over each other, seemingly desperate for your aid.
Any idea what the feck they're sayin' pal?

___Lumen___
The smell of fart and stale cigs was by far more preferable to this you thought as you headed back out on deck, wrapping your gecko gloves around the grab rail as much as you could.
The wind rammed the frozen cold seawater into your face in lashing sheets as it whistled horrendously through the gaps in the side railings. The net-winch cables whistled and rattled noisily under its assault as the wind sent your spatial recogniser bat shit crazy for a few minutes.
Reaching the hatch couldn't come quick enough, the respite from the elements more than welcome. Slipping off your gloves, you swept your hair off your face again, rubbing the seawater from your now stinging eyes.
Mantis and Dunk stood down the corridor, facing towards the room you were held in, Dunk with his weapon half-ready.

[Lumen]

"Bloody hell that's brisk!"  Knives tries, unsuccessfully, to whipe the seawater from his eyes.  He looks up to Dunk and Mantis, "What are you lads gawkin at?  We ready for our glorious escape? "

[Csjarrat]

Dunk seems shocked by your entrance, flashing you a concerned look as he spoke:
Yer damsels in distress seem even more distressed mate. Any ideas?