November 20th, 8:56PM, the Waterfront. On a boat.   Errant had his legs wrapped around the head and neck of the guy, his hands gripping at the weapon smuggler's arm sharply as he tried to keep the triangle choke going.  His teeth gritted under his mask the larger man slammed him against the side of the cabin.  He managed to retain his grip, just. 'I can't get the other ones right now, I am a bit busy at the moment.'  Trying to bit back the pain as this was happening, they were in two separate