[Scawire]

After that last shock from the stun gun Mantis is more asleep then awake. Not really having his senses about him Mantis tears a crate open then starts filling his pockets with what ever is inside, Mantis hopes the loot will be worth something but unless Knives or Dunk point him to a good crate Mantis just wants to grab and run. This floating boat of death is driving Mantis crazy and if he is not careful to an early grave.

With the screams for help from the women Mantis wishes he could think clearly to find them away out of the hell these daff smugglers have put them through, but as it stands he is like a walking corpse grabbing anything that might pay for some pain killers when he gets back to the mainland.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
The top crate seemed to be full of asthma inhalers, though you took a wild guess and figured they probably weren't full of salbutamol.
You filled your pockets as much as you could, hoping the lads would be able to shift it through their "distribution channels"

__Scawire___
The crate you opened was full of shiny looking electronics, though the packaging was in chinese or somesuch, they looked like nice quality commlinks.
The boxes were quite bulky so you could only really fit three in your varying pockets. Hopefully you should be able to make a few creds off of them.

__Both__
You figured you could probably fit some more stuff in the kit bag if you needed to, but the cries of the girls and the urgency of the situation in hand didn't exactly pass you by

[Scawire]

With the screams from the ladies and body Mantis knows they should make haste. Mantis is fine with a lot of things living in the shadows brings, but he doesn't take well to human trafficking or raping women. Dunk on our way out we should throw the ladies the keys might give us some time to get off the boat before they are free. What you think Knives? Mantis starts to limp to the door to the engine room handing Knives his kit Fill it if you want. Mantis is beat to hell an inch from not even being conscious, he wants off this boat but he can't stand leaving the girl to the pirates with out some chance.

[Csjarrat]

Dunk nods, his pockets full. Heading round the back of the crates, he takes a look at the cages.
Fuck me, there's a shite-ton o' 'em. We're gonnae need a bigger boat.. Pat them corpses down, they migh' ha' the keys

[Lumen]

Knives moves back to the cybered sailor and begins searching him.  He starts with the pistol used to zap Mantis then moves on to the pockets looking for keys.  "I don't care either way mate.  We can't save all of these birds and we're running out of time.  If they're out of those cages they can at least put up a fight... whatever that's worth."

[Csjarrat]

__Lumen___
The taser is pretty elegant, fashioned more for concealability than for raw power. Stashing it in your inside jacket pocket, you pat down the rest of his pockets.
A sturdy combat knife was tucked into the belt-line of his trousers in an old and worn leather sheath.
His front left pocket reveals what you're after, a set of heavy old fashioned keys on a ring, amongst a handful of foreign coins and notes, it was pretty archaic using hard cash in this day and age, so you guessed it wasn't from anywhere particularly civilised.

[Lumen]

Grabbing up the keys Knives heads behind the crates to join Dunk.  He takes a quick look over the girls in the cages, looking for any others who had a similar tattoo to the one he saved earlier.   *Damn it would br handy to have someone with the mojo sight.  If one of them is like me, or a mage, they might have a chance.*

He holds up the keys and jingles them before addressing the women, "Anyone here speak the king's English?"

[Csjarrat]

You're taken aback by the number of cages. You count 12, though a couple of the residents of the cages look as though they've been heavily beaten and are currently unresponsive.
The ones that do respond do so in a mixture of languages, begging and pleading for release. One at the far end, an asian looking girl responds in badly broken english: I speak littuw Engrish, Hewp us. Please
At first glance you couldn't see any tattoos or visible marks that match the previous bird, but these lasses were in a pretty bad way, contorted into cages really designed for large animals more than human transportation.
They stunk, their clothes soiled and dirty with foodstains, blood, bodily fluids and fuck knows what else.
You make a start on the locks, working along the bulkhead and Dunk helps the girls out of the cages as you release each one.


___All___
A huge metallic clang erupts from the bow end of the ship, followed by a shrill alarm that pierces your eardrums. A voice comes over the tannoy system in the same eastern european accent you'd heard earlier, presumably the skipper of the craft. Fuck, tha's the lifeboat alarms. They're abandoning ship. Come on, we've gottae move!
Dunk shoulders the now full kit bag, picking up the shotgun as he ran towards the centre of the hold. Mantis, punch tha' console NOW!

__Scawire__
Doing as he requested, you hit the big green AR button and stood back as the cargo bay doors opened above you, torrential rain and tearing wind turning the now serene hold into a maelstrom of noise and loose debris.
The crane extended into the opening of the gap, lowering the loader towards you at a painfully slow rate.

__Lumen___
You'd only gotten through 4 of the 12 cages as Dunk tore away, the freed girls standing nervously near the cages they had been trapped in, not understanding what the fuck was going on.
The asian lass was still locked up at the far end but you knew time was tight. You had to get into a liferaft before the coastguard or the middlemen arrived, or perhaps more worryingly, before the sadistic bastards left onboard launched them all, leaving you high and dry.

[Scawire]

Mantis looks at the slow descending ladder Blood hell this boat is going to get me killed..  Mantis looks over at Knives. Hey Mate make haste, maybe a lady can unlock the other birds. Best we get a move on. Once ladder is down Mantis is going to make a climb for freedom.

[Lumen]

Knives nods and heads down to the Asian girl's cage. Opening up the door he hands her the keys,  "Your turn to help." He then trots off to join Dunk and Mantis.   

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
The loader swings wildly as it descends to deck level under the influence of the heavy seas.
You have a bad feeling about it, but know its going to be the quickest way off this boat.

__Lumen__
She looks at you with wide eyes, half fearful and half thankful.
You kill bad men? Where we go now?
You jog the short distance to the loader, pockets full and reach Dunk and Mantis just as it hits the deck.

__Both__
You climb onto the platform, noting that the small rim around the edges would do fuck all to save you if it started swinging wildly. You get a good handhold on the cabling and press the big green button to send yourselves skyward, up into the frigid cold and driving rain of the English channel.
The alarm continued to sound, more speaking came over the tannoy system, the dead and unconscious forms below you couldn't answer the incessant ringing and vibration of their commlinks.
In a second, the howling wind drowned out the noise from below and in an instant you were sodden.
You look behind you, seeing the pilot now up and about on the bridge, barking instructions at something out of your sight.
Dunk shouts over the din of the wind at you: Come on! Rafts are at the bow!

[Scawire]

Mantis looks out at the deck knowing his body is in one bloody hell of a mess. Yo Mates, I going to need a bit of help getting to the boats or you can count me as one dead ork. Mantis does his best to lean on his two runner team mates as he makes his way to the boats, since without them the slick deck will wash out under foot and soon Mantis will feel the cold grips of the ocean.

[Lumen]

Knives tucks in under Mantis' shoulder,  "Ere ya go mate.  Let's get the fuck out of here."

[Csjarrat]

Dunk props Mantis up under the other arm and together you limp towards the liferafts, thrown side to side by the roiling seas.
The breakers crash over the bow, cascading spray over the rafts. Raft?
In the gloom you see that one of the rafts was missing, the empty metal rails deployed to starboard side starkly contrasting the remaining un deployed raft on the port side.
Hoiking Mantis along, Dunk starts to deploy the raft, cracking the lid and deploying the escape rails.
The inflation canisters fired with two metallic clangs, a day-glo orange bouncy castle-esque craft rapidly springing into being.
Dunk came back to help Knives lift Mantis into the craft, groaning with the strain of his heavy and wounded form.
k'on lad, ale'up

You sling the kit bag in and are engulfed by a horrible plastic-y smell and the dull green chemical glow of the snap-light. A bright AR panel sprung to life as dunk zipped the doorway shut and he thumbed the launch button, slinging you sideways.
Your stomach hung in mid air as you hurtled towards the water, instinctively grabbing onto the grip handles built into the interior of the tiny craft.
The impact was brutal, you just didn't have the strength to hold yourselves up and you immediately became a melee of feet, limbs and bodies pressed up to the side.
Within a minute or so you'd gotten yourselves untangled. Dunk rolled over and cracked open a panel at what passed for the bow, reaching for a knife from his boot and hacking at the electronics.
satisfied, he pushed a slider up on the AR panel and whining sound rumbled into life.
Dunks face grinned at you both, gaunt and drawn in the ghostly half-light.
we're off home lads!
He chucked you a pack of emergency rations out of another floor panel and cracked a flask of water, slurping it down and spilling it all over his chest as the waves tossed the craft about like a small toy.

The AR display showed a map of the Kent Coast in a bright digital green outline. You route to land highlighted with a dashed red line intersecting the land some miles off.
Been a few years since I been in one o' these fuckers. Cannae say I'm too happy te be back. You lads alright?

[Lumen]

Knives tears into the rations are scarfs down about half of whatever passed for food in these things.  "Yea mate just as ok as can be expected.  How long before we hit land?  I could really use a pint and pain killers."

He turns to Mantis, "You gonna make it?  It won't help your leg much but I can hook up the medkit if you want. "