As Bonney, Danny, and Quinn ran across the cat walks, he continued to complain more and more. "God damn! I can't believe we have to run through literal hell just to get out of this place!"
"Captain whats your problem?" Danny asked running behind the two in front of her "Because! We should've been out of here way sooner! But some damn Extremist from the Militia wants to help their little pack of rebels to continuing springing people out of this joint!"
"And thats such a bad thing? They just want to help people! I've heard the Milita helps minks all the time!" Danny added on, attempting to refute "I dont give a damn! Too damn optimistic! All those damn ideals of liberation! Owning the means of production! And all sorts of other bullshit! Its a hopeless game thats already rigged!"
"So you agree with them?" Quinn asked "I'm a pirate! Of course I get it! Who in the hell wants to pay taxes to some rich assholes! Or those Marines! But they're playing a fools game!"
"And we are just playing the game in a different way instead of by the rules of those Government assholes!" Bonney screamed with frustration. He'd been shown the best and worse of life when he was on the Pirate Kings crew.
"Is that why you stopped selling slaves?" Quinn asked, with a inquisitive look on her face
"I never sold slaves! I just- was a…Entrepreneur. I never was in the selling of them! Just the logs of them and got a cut of the funds….Rather it have been me doin it than someone else…"
"Well at least you stopped!" Danny said with a smile, almost obliviously hopeful and trusting of her rather dubious captain "It left a bad taste in my mouth…Especially after…" Images of the fight with Leroy almost 2 years ago flashed in his mind "That…"
All around the level, The Members of The Ferry Union scatter around the walkways, many fighting against larger members of the Styxxian guards, others fighting against the Arbiters. Constant gun shots reported out around the fire and flames
Bonney and his duo ran through the crowds pushing and shoving both guards and Ferry Union Members out of the way.
"Get down! We've got guards on the third balcony! They've got explosive rounds!" A larger man named Nick who had a buzzed head and stolen guard armor gestured for his unit to get down, explosions wracked the side of the railing they sat behind! Fire balls from their grenade launchers!
Many used older 'Cannons' that shot short fuse metal cased grenades. Others using impact reactions to cause the detonation. 7.62 lead rounds exploded into shards and fragments
"Nick! How the hell are we gonna get out of here!" A woman with a bobbed hair cut that was faded at the sides and back asked "We've got our list! We know the last places the innocent prisoners have been at!" Ferry Union was given names and locations of those they had found info on, read their records and trials, and crimes. Others they actively came into were either combative, or taken down. Mainly because many of them were on the Black List. A list literally made onto a black labeled folder in the Shawshank
"I need 3 of you to split off from the group and keep your heads low, get to the others. And I need you 3 to ready those grenades ready to toss up to that balcony, and the moment it happens I need you to open fire!"
"Roger!" The trio that consisted of a variety of individuals nodded hard, taking off their slings and putting them at their feet and pulling out large iron welded shut spheres with fuses out the top. They then pulled out wooden stocked and bronze barreled Hand Mortars, just like what the Guards just head of them were utilizing
"Hurry! This section won't last much longer!" Nick yelled "Aye!" They poured gun powder, pulled the hammer with flint in it back, and jumped up! "Fire!" The fuses they had lit were shot out the front! Mere seconds of fuse flickered down and when it was right in front Styxxian Guards! They exploded! Steel rupturing in a fireball of black and orange flame! Steel shards piercing and rending their bodies
"Now! Fire!" The rest of the Ferry Union leapt up, some with blunderbuss, others flintlock a few with proper automatic rifles, the reports of the lead cracking the air reported around! Slamming into the Guards and finishing them off!
"Now! Lets get out of there before this Footbridge Collapses!" Nick pushes the backs of some of the members, rushing them ahead!
Countlessly around the Level, this exact thing happened. Those unlocking the furnaces that were labeled as cells, pulling out naked individuals that looked dehydrated and covered in sweat, others let out from their confinement. Clashes of blades against armor, explosions from grenades, cannons, and other munitions, there was over 4 thousand people on this level alone. And that was just those that were fighting.
A total of 800 people were in the Ferry Union, many from almost any level, walk of life, they all fought for the Union, and freeing those falsely imprisoned. Even if it meant a few of the bad ones falling threw the cracks, they'd be given a better life than anything they'd ever had before falling into this prison.
Diva and Rhico slammed into a catwalk. And in front of them…Sat one of the Death Watch.