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"Holy shit-He got it workin Boss." Cat spat in clear astonishment at how quickly Carson had been able to pick up a signal.

"Meh, beginners luck probably." Boss spat, trying his best to act unimpressed. He was a horrible actor.

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Boss left the cabin halfway through the radio transmission, returning moments later with his large pump action shotgun. He'd already decided that he was going to offer Carson his help moments before the man began listing reasons why it would benefit Boss to do so. Everything Carson said made sense too: his logic sound in both the possible monetary and reputation rewards completing such a task would bring. But those reasons weren't what made Boss decide to lend his gun (and more importantly, boat) to Carson-the fact of that matter was that there was a man out there who was likely being attacked by some of the very men and women that killed the people Boss had been responsible for;  the twelve faces of the crewmen he'd lost in the area flashing before his eyes as he loaded slug after slug into the shotgun he held. 

"Not gonna lie Carson, this piecea garbage is just as likely to sink. But fuck it, it's gotten us this far. Cat?" He nodded to the woman who wordlessly slid into her large leather seat as if understanding exactly what Boss wanted, her familiar smile still hanging from her lips despite the fact they were now steering the barge towards their possible deaths-or even worse, loss of merchandise. 

Without waiting Boss strode out onto the dock where Asshead seemed to be investigating that vast amount of random and rare objects on board. "Hey A-H?" Boss asked in a demanding voice, the little robot responding with his own inquisitive chirp. "Go ahead and keep an eye out at the fronta the barge here." He gestured towards the front of the ship with his shotgun. "Let us know if ya see anything that looks like it means to shoot or rip our faces off. And feel free to shoot at em if they do."

Asshead let out a few happy beeps before floating off towards the front of the boat, as if the permission for possible violence was all he'd been waiting for. Ignoring the homicidal robot Boss quickly made short work of untying all the ropes that kept them tethered to the docks-hopefully Ted wouldn't show up to find an empty peer. 

With the skill of someone who'd bee piloting the same vessel day after day Cat pulled out of port rather smoothly before turning the ship in the direction of the Ocean. "You gotta tell me where to go though, allright guy? Don't know the waters around here at all, despite what it may look like." Cat laughed at Carson as she steered the clumsy barge onward.

"Hey Carson!" Boss's voice barked from out on the deck after several minutes "Get your ass out here, got a lil somethin for ya. Call it a company perk." As Carson exited the cabin he could see Boss standing over a small wooden crate that he had broken into, the wooden box stuffed with straw held what looked like little dark grey baseballs-on closer inspection however it was quite obvious it was about half a dozen fragmentation grenades. Boss tossed one to Carson like it was a toy and not some deadly explosive that could likely kill them both and sink the barge in one fell swoop. 

"Can't wait to see that Ocean."