'Chalk' was able to reach the top level of the bridge without detection, and reached the entrance. He pressed himself tightly against the wall opposite of the hinges and placed a hand on the handle of the door. Slowly, he begins to turn it, and he pulls it open, keeping an eye inside and peering around at the chaotic insides of the bridge. People were rushing around, radioing constantly, sending SOS signals and barking commands at eachother. Chalk stepped inside, virtually unnoticed, until one of the radio operators turned around, a look of terror on his face. Quickly, Chalk ran forward, the terrified man had no time to draw his pistol, and instead, attempted to throw a punch at his mask. Chalk reacted by reaching up and quickly catching the man's fist and twisting it to the side, causing the man's torso to twist in the same direction. Chalk then bent the man's arm, while pulling him sideways slightly to twist him to face another direction. Chalk then pressed the arm against the man's back, now in the "chicken wing" hold position. Chalk quickly turned him to face the group, they had began to notice as they heard the struggle in the man's utterances of discontent, and were drawing their pistols. Chalk lifted his arm underneath the other man's left, aiming his pistol at the radio operator's head. "Give me the captain." Chalk said, his voice electronic sounding as usual.
(this is anyone else on the boat's turn to react)
