"Beneficial, ya ya, but of course. That's why ya havin' ya hands on dat tiny gun eh?" one of the marines shouted out loud as if he wanted the entire station to know, that they weren't the only ones who were wearing weapons.
"She's wearing a gun?" Suddenly a half dozen firearms were pointed at the woman.
"Now now boys.. slowly slowly! We won't kill anybody. Yet. Hope y'all understand." A female voice said,
as a green haired young woman jumps out of the shuttle's cockpit, pointing her firearm directly at her opponents face.
"Ya have two choices, little one. Move that finger an inch into the wrong direction and there'll be some ugly stains on the wall behind ya." Coral begins to smile as if she was waiting for that kind of reaction.
"Oh and believe me. These guns are old but they still work." The marines behind her began to snicker.
"Oh but ya won't cause a mess, right?. So here's what's going to happen. Ya will drop that gun, raise y'all's hands up in the air so we can see 'em. Spread your legs and.. while i'm still pointing this gun at you, one of my boys will tie your arms and legs together with our beautiful, brown duct tape here."
A moment of thrilling silence followed.
"Then, and if you're still alive... and i hope i didn't make my way down to Bering just to kill a Kraut girl.. Then you will enter our beautiful ship right behind me and we'll leave to Hudson.
Oh and PLEASE don't try something stupid, we have doubled our patrols and one of our Eagle wings is waiting 10klicks away from here.
Hope i made it as clear as possible for ya Kraut to understand."