Neil raised an eyebrow at the proclamation, only for his mind to catch up with him. "Oh hell no, not my ship." He declared, and started to run, not even bothering to look back to see if the two women were following him. He turned the corner of the vast palace wing, looking around for any of the telltale signs of the hanger. He remembered what it looked like. But it was probably miles away in the palace. 

It was about two miles he had run, many of the palace retainers and councilmen he had passed looking at him in utter bewilderment and incredulity. He deeply hoped none of them had vid-casters on them, and he knew there were probably cameras above him, capturing him vaulting over priceless busts and vases in realtime. However without any real information on why he was doing it, there would only be a small gossip piece on the 'wild man' Neil. 

He stopped when he couldn't run anymore, though he was certain he was close. Neil turned on his comm, knowing he needed to slow down whatever was occurring. He knew he couldn't say anything directly to Lonney or it would perhaps be overheard. So he decided to speak 'english english.' "Lonney, Skive it! Cock-up. Throw a spanner in there, arse over tit!" he said, followed by a brief pause over the comm. 

"...Know your onions, eh? Not nicked yet. Bob's your uncle!" 

"Oh thank god." Neil said, relieved. The pilot placed his a hand on the marble wall and caught his breath. Whatever was happening to Lonney, the systems would lock in an emergency anti-theft bypass. The bypass itself could be bypassed, but it would take time. Time enough for the three companions to make it around the next bend where Neil was certain the hanger bay would be. As the other two women caught up, Sayeeda having only just broken a sweat and Taya nearly dead, he told them the situation was handled for the moment. 

Neil then reached under his shirt to where he kept his weapon and cocked his revolver. 
[@Penny]