Neil had his wits about him quickly, and he rubbed his head. "Goddamn girl," he exclaimed, and he began picking the glass out of his thick head of hair. Neil had always been the most risky of his unit back on Fortus, and he gained a somewhat dubious reputation for insane jobs when he slummed it in the space stations before he was contacted for the Highlander crew. But Junebug still somehow managed to surprise him every now and then. 

"Alexander's on this floor, in the hanger." His Captain told him.

He pulled himself up, and realized he and Junebug had found themselves in a storage facility. More like a storage room, now that he got a better look at it. Plasteel crates were piled 6 units high, and powered down heavy machinery was set in rows along the side of the room. He even saw three Haulers like the one he had stolen from Fornax. But now wasn't the time to marvel or try to add to his collection. 

Sayeeda tossed him the shotgun, but he tossed it back to her. "I'll be a distraction. You take the shots." He told her with a wink, and they hurried on past the small area into a squat, utilitarian hallway of grey that led to the hanger. Neil was surprised even the bottom workman's halls weren't extravagantly decorated, but he guessed Alexander had the mindset to keep the lower class from getting too "big headed" toward their betters. Neil just hoped they would make it in time. 
[@Penny]