Neil supposed he was lucky. They were too busy checking out Sayeeda's weaponry and feminine charms to notice the wiry guy across the river. Granted, he'd been crouched and behind cover. But you would have thought they'd gone to check out her vehicle and maybe scavenge it for parts. He supposed they'd do it later, perhaps, but the lack of thoroughness did give him an indicator these were lesser trained rebels, if they were even rebels at all. They could just be outlaws. 

"Well good news for me," he said to himself, though he had every intention of following them. Sayeeda had done ok by him so far. He waited until they were all out of sight, and then waited another two minutes before he was sure no stragglers had stuck around. Slinging his ARC rifle over his back, and taking out his high caliber sidearm, he vaulted over the vehicle and made his way across the river. Odd, snake-like organisms with frills slithered to and fro, but he took a bet they weren't dangerous and they kept their distance well enough. 
[hr] 

It was less than an hour later when Sayeeda was brought to the rebel 'outpost' which was more like a glorified camp, with only twelve individuals, most of them appearing rough and ruthless but not particularly well trained. A fire pit was in the center of the clearing, with rocks and industrial supply crates used for places to sit. Three speeder bikes were parked near a larger boulder at the south western part of the clearing, next to a larger vehicle, a very worn and used hover-transport built for paramilitary operations.

Tied to a tree was a man close to Neil's age, maybe a few years younger. He had a desperate look to his eyes, with short cropped blonde hair and a slim body, clothed in a ripped (albeit initially expensive) civilian garb. He seemed a bit too scared for someone who had not been particularly roughed up. 

To the north within the camp was a PAAC (personal arms & armor crate) standing man height, with rifles and ammo displayed within easy use. A large rodent-like beast was spit atop the fire and slowly roasting for the bands dinner. As the 'troops' marched Sayeeda into the clearing, she'd feel a sharp bump against her hip, courtesy of a small river-pebble from the southern edge of camp. If she looked, there would be three men there cleaning their weapons, but no one looking her way. Of course, if she gazed upwards and looked hard, her pilot would be planted there behind the canopy, giving only a slight movement to give himself away as her gaze swept over him. 

"Who the hell is that?" the tied up man asked. He was slugged across the face by his guard. "I told you to shut up!" the guard cried, before pausing a moment. "...Who the hell is that?" In the trees, Neil mouthed in a mocking manner 'who the hell is that' with an exaggerated facial gestures as he did so. 
[@Penny]