Raiven slid down the garbage chute, and fell straight into the massive bin... filled with all sorts of leftovers you would expect to find from a kitchens garbage dump.
'Argh, so much for an alternative route,' he grumbled, pulling off a fruit peel from his face.
As soon as he was out, he slid against a wall and peered around the corner. He could see the ship, as well as Firefly making the exchange with the slavers. He could still hear everything, though now there was a slight crackle in the communications.
'Isodor, there's a light smog over the whole area, be careful bringing yourself in.'
'Yeah, I can see it from here, there's no way I'll be able to make a quick landing. I hope you're ready, partner.'
'As ready as I'll ever be,' he replied, reaching into a pocket of his coat. He wrapped his hand around his laspistol, ready to make his move...
...until he felt a barrel against the back of his head.
'Nice try, cop. You'll want to see how this pans out for your little friend,' replied a cold, brooding voice. 'Drop your weapon, if you please.'
Raiven put his hands up, letting his pistol slip out of his fingers and onto the ground.
'Kelthusa thought something was fishy about that alien, and he was right. Now we're just waiting for backup to arrive. Your friend wil make a nice addition to our collection.'
Raiven smiled. 'Damn, looks like we're screwed. We've walked into a trap... and now Firefly is about to be fried by reinforcements.'
'Again... nice try. We've just put up a jammer to stop you two from talking to one another. She has no idea what is about to happen to her.'
Raiven muttered. 'Son of a-'
Firefly, meanwhile, watched as the slave woman she chose was cut free from her bonds and pushed to her knees. The well dressed grey took Firefly's card and examined it. 'I'll be right back with the transaction, it's been a... pleasure.'
He walked up the ramp and disapeared into the ship. There was something odd about the silence that followed... especially after the rest of the slaves were lead back into the ship. The woman slave was still on her knees, sobbing softly with her face buried in her hands.
Not soon after, the door that Firefly had been led through burst open, and several greys came through in a line... followed by Kelthusa himself.
These greys were armed, carrying lasguns in their hands.
The greys either side of Firefly brandished laspistols. Kelthusa began to laugh, as he and the armed greys approached. 'Not who you say you are. You work for police, so now you pay.'
Before Firefly could make any moves, however, Raiven was brought foreward. A large rhino creature similar to the slave was behind him, with a long rifle pointed at his head.
'Too bad,' Kelthusa laughed. 'So close, but I never get caught. You just be more slaves to business.'
The situation was thus. Raiven had a gun pointed at his head.. however, the greys beside Kelthusa had not yet pointed their weapons at Firefly... the greys either side of Firefly had brandished their laspistols, and were about to point them at her. The slave vessels engines buzzed into life, though the ramp remained opened. One of the greys beside Firefly was preparing to take the woman slave back aboard the ship.
There was a slight crackle on Firefly's wire. 'Isodor here, can anyone recieve me. I just countered some major interference... I'm in possition, what's the situation down there?'