[pshrynk]

Harv and Vivaldi sat in their seats, frustration palpable between them. They felt the call to action, but were stymied at every move. They needed something to turn the tide. Sure, the squid looked more and more like it was not actually on anyone's side but its own, but Myatake still controlled it. And Harv was fairly certain that shooting off the flare gun into the cargo bay would have resulted in more smoke than he was willing to put up with. Especially smoke involving parts of the Goose being strewn around the Pacific in a distressing fashion.

"We need a plan, Viv."

"How about we send off for a mail order catapult and launch ourselves after the spies as they run away?"

"Um. While that might sound like a good plan on the surface, I'm not too sure about the quality of goods one can get in the mail."

"Just a thought."

Another clunk signalled somehting heavy being put into the cargo hold.