“Ooh, nice!” Light yoinked one of the protective cases out with a tentacle and examined it closely. That included popping it inside his gel suit like one might with a candied date, and then popping it back out again. “Its a lot of money for something so plain. They should add some colour…” He slid it back into the crate and surveyed the cargo hall.

“What a mess!” Light sidled over to the closest part of the blockade and tried to lift one of the crates by himself. He could just about manage it, but the suit whined in protest. He placed it back down a few inches from where it had laid before.

“Gravity is not our friend today - what say you help me here, Senjen?”