Williams turns towards the gilr but then turns away. He had nothing to say to her that would improve the situation. He shouldered his gun, aiming down the hallway. A couple of dead pirates littered the hallway leading to the docking port. Poor fellows didn't stand a chance against the toxin. He stepped over the dead body of the pirate who slumped in as the door opened, and took the lead.

There was no resistance. The pirates with basic rebreathers all died, and their friends with better gear were either afraid of the being outnumbered, or by accidentally inhaling toxin. They were wise not to put down their boots on teh floor of the Argo. This was their ship and they wouldn't let it go without a fight. By the time they reached the docking port, Williams counted 8 dead pirates. That means that they have eliminated a whole squad. If they had any luck, the pirates only sent these guys.

The docking tube connecting the two ships was extremely narrow, but the solid steel walls didn't seem to budge. And after repeated attempts, Williams could confirm that neither did the airlocks on the pirate's ship. The thought of shooting some AP shells at their doors ran through his mind, but he turned to Flynn instead. There was no use in trashing a ship that could be their way out of this mess. "You're the tech guy here, so open up those doors or this plan will have died in the crib."