He'd only been able to fire six rounds from his ARC gun after the initial three shots, so when he exited the bushes, he had his high-caliber revolver in his hand, the barrel smoking somewhat like Sayeeda's. "I can tell working together is going to be a hell of an experience." He commented, looking down at the corpses. Just from walking through the camp, he saw his boots were covered in red muck, and he let out a comical "ew" as if he'd stepped in what the dog dropped. 

His mild disgust was quickly replaced with interest once he saw all of the dropped weaponry and supplies, as well as the ammo boxes near the crates on the northern edge of camp. He picked up a rifle, weighing it in his hands. It was a slug thrower gun, old but still useful, and therefore liable to sell. The other firearms on the ground looked to be las-weaponry, as well as more slug thrower autoguns like the one in his hands. He tossed Sayeeda the autogun. "Looks like these guys won't be needing this shit anymore. Gun running does sound like a good idea." 

He turned to look at the transports. "Or those. Not that I suggest we make two trips for the vehicles, but..." 

"So, who are you two?" the tied up Prisoner asked, having strained against his bonds until he had given up any hopes of escape, now conceding he was at the mercy of these newcomers. "You some of Hatcher's guns or what?" Neil turned to look at him as if he'd forgotten he was even there. "Dude, we're in the middle of a conversation." Neil's matter of fact words had the prisoner hesitating, confused. Once the guy didn't continue to speak, Neil used the silence to add in something else. "The real question is, who are you. Because if you're someone important, we'll take you back to the city. But if not..." 

"Drake Ferenhall." The man said quickly, which caused Neil to nod as if he had expected it all along. "Now how does that work?" the pilot asked, approaching Drake and gesturing with his gun. "Did you get Ferenhall from your mother? It's not the same name as Gorlan's." That statement drew any response from Ferenhall to a stop, fear in his eyes as he swallowed his dry throat. "You...work for my father?"   

"Just this once. Now it's time to pack up your bags." 

"Please. You don't understand." Drake began to explain. He shook his head, pleading. "This world has ancient technology like you wouldn't believe. I-..." His eyes flew wildly between Neil and Sayeeda. "I-I can share it with you. Escort me and we can go and become rich beyond your dreams!" 

Neil glanced Sayeeda's way. He didn't exactly want to risk Drake's life without a good reason, because that could very well mean the [i]Highlander[/i] would not be given to them. But it was Sayeeda's call. Neil was nothing, if not a risk taker.
[@Penny]