Slaves on a plane.

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James stepped into the cargo bay of the Hydra'€™s Nest and glanced at his holowatch. In a few minutes, slaves will be crammed into this cargo bay. "Poor bastards", he thought to himself.James Reilly was deep undercover from orders from Bretonian Armed Forces High Command. His mission was to infiltrate a slave trade organisation and relay information back to high command on their smuggling routes. He had worked for months to establish his cover as the second in-command of the Hydra's Nest slave ship.

The cargo bay filled with the sound of rusted gears grinding. James turned to face the cargo bay doors. "God, this is a piece of junk. I can'€™t wait for my mission to be completed so I can get off this rust bucket", he thought. The noise of the rusty old cargo bay door mechanism was soon drowned out by the din of the people in the slave market. As the door lowered like a drawbridge, many ghostly, gauntly faces began to appear. In the midst of the crowd, James recognized the Captain and his guards. They herded the slaves like human cattle into the cargo bay of the Hydra'€™s Nest. The clatter of the door mechanism began again until it was finally closed. This would be the last daylight the slaves would see for weeks. At that moment the stench of un-bathed, grimy flesh hit James'€™s nostrils. It was so strong it knocked him back on his feet. Just as he regained his composure the captain, Seth Finnigan walked up to him.