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Jul
Bear with me here. This is where it gets confusing.
I immediately went to investigate the human cargo crates. I was aghast to find two young men, boys really.
“Hello?” I ventured.
A mousy voice replied.
“What are you going to do with us?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you mean. I am a police officer. I assume you are here against your will?”
“WHAT?!! YES!! PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!” The mousy voice was now replaced by a terrified and desperate youngster.
I was immediately consumed with panic. His voice must have been heard.
“DAMMIT! Keep your voice down. I am alone and don’t know what dangers lurk deeper in this cave system.”
Then another voice from the second crate.
“Please help me. I wanna go home.” The voice sobbed.
“Ok listen. What are your names?” I tried to sound calm.
“Johnny. I’m Johnny. Help me please. My leg hurts.” He began to cry.
“Walter. I’m Walter.” The other voice said.
“I’m Roger. I will do what I can to get you out but you must remain calm and quiet.”
I made a quick assessment of the crates. They were wooden and well built. Then I saw something that made my skin crawl. Each box had a stamp. Shipping stamps emblazoned on the side of each that said ‘Singapore. One Way. Via Freighter.’
“They are being Shanghaied.” I said to myself.
-MRC
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