"You know, I think they might be on to me." Neil remarked to himself as he crashed through the gateway that received workers and shipments from the outer stations of the facility. The small gate made of thin poles exploded from Neil's hauler, the mecha moving faster than any legal speed for a mech that size. Luckily, the workmen didn't really have any forewarning of a charging hauler, and were a bit too dumbstruck and scrambled to really react in time to bring a swift pursuit. 

He slowed once around the next corner, trying to do his best to stomp casually as he made his way into the storage facility. Only problem was, he needed to actually pry open Taya's container. He hadn't gotten the key or the code. He guessed Taya was so done with this planet she cared very little for leaving a mess behind, but it didn't make it any easier for him. He found the correct block at least. C045, on the third level. 

Neil took the lift up. The storage areas were large cubes, attached to one another along wide lanes. It seemed like a parody of a utilitarian suburban neighborhood. The lift let out a blast of air from the pistons, and he was drawn up to the third level, opening to reveal the lane that led right to the storage area. He let out a breath, realizing this was going to be a tricky situation, and he stabbed the fork of the Hauler under the door, lifting it up inch by inch to reveal the three Cryotubes. Needless to say, the alarm went off.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Red flashes and obnoxious honks echoed across the facility. Just as he was slipping the Cryotubes into his claws, the lift down the hall lowered. Neil turned his head, raising an eyebrow. It took less than 20 seconds for the lift to begin going back up, and upon it were four security officers with submachine guns, fully outfitted with flak vests and communicators. 

"Hold it!" The lead man cried as one of his partners behind him began to murmur into his comm, and Neil knew he couldn't afford to wait for their backup. He turned his Hauler, the Cryotubes a buffer in front of him. Luckily, there weren't many spaces within the cockpit either for bullets to enter. He was fairly safe from small arms fire unless they got lucky themselves. "I said hold it! Drop the Cryotubes, [b]now[/b]!"

"Oh you mean these Cryotubes right here?" Neil replied like a whip, and shoved one of the tubes forward. It slid off the Hauler's claws and spun slowly down the lane, going about 30 km if he had to guess. The men let off a few rounds, one bullet ricocheting off Neil's Hauler, but the others going wide. They scrambled to get out of the way of the Cryotube. One guardtripping over himself, having to be yanked out of the way by his partner before he was flattened. 

It has been a ruse however, as Neil had moved his Hauler expertly, charging down the lane behind the Cryotube and lifting it up again once the lift area was clear. Casually he bumped one of the recovering men with a claw, knocking him into another storage cube's doorway with a resounding 'thud.'

"Neil what is the hold up?" Sayeeda asked on the comm. She would hear gunfire as the other men did their best to collect themselves, unloading their weapons on the Hauler as the lift carried Neil down toward the first floor. 

The bullets glanced off the Hauler's visor and cockpit, save one. Neil let out a cry of pain when one bullet punched into the meat of his side. He thought it wasn't a fatal wound, or even something to worry about if he got it bandaged. But he already felt the warm blood seeping down his hip, and the cold feeling of an open wound in the air. It wasn't like he'd never been shot before, however, and through force of will he moved the Hauler the last mile to the hanger bay. Other than a few confused men and women trying to get out of his way, the coast was clear. 

"Yeah, had a small complication." He said, sounding somewhat tired. "Nothing I can't handle." 

Lonney opened the back Hanger, and the Hauler's feet gripped the Xarconian steel of the ramp as it balanced the three Cryotubes, moving up one step at a time. Neil felt like it took an eternity, but in reality it was less than a minute before he dropped the three workable (but scraped) Cryotubes into the loading bay. The Hauler's hatch would open, and he painfully climbed out as quickly as he could, hitting the ground in an agile, but less than smooth landing, and making his way to the Cockpit. 

"Aight, let's take this baby for a ride." He said breathlessly to Junebug. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and there would be the odd droplet of blood down the cockpit access corridor. But he gave off a feral determination with the look in his eyes. "Ready Lonney?" He called as he flipped a few switches. 

"Aye, First Mate Neil sir!" The AI replied, Neil glad Sayeeda had powered up the engines. All he had to do was lift her up and take the landing gear off, switching the pilot to manual and flipping on the sublight engines to be used very shortly. "Let's get the hell out of here," he said, turning on the throttle. 
[@Penny]