The Hexanagallion gave a clicking growl, unused to such disrespect. It was then he realized he was now standing beside Neil, and the pilot realized it too. "I think we should go," Neil said, trying to change the subject, hoping the Hex would forget he wanted Neil dead. Unlikely he would forget, but still. "Maybe you should help one of us uh, get on top?" 

The Hex's expression was unreadable. Well, usually it was unreadable due to his Xeno's nature, but it was unreadable even to Neil, who's had a few very uncomfortable encounters with a very expressive Saxon. Neil decided aid Sayeeda by pushing up on the soles of her shoes, hoisting her up top. She had to squirm a bit to get her weight atop the roof, but she had to keep her body flat to avoid any of the random gunfire, and the possibility of people using optics to spot her. 

Neil was less fortunate. Junebug would see Neil being tossed out of the hole she had crawled out of, flying much higher and further than was safe. Neil was fortunate to not get hit by a stray bullet or lasbolt. He rolled almost violently across the roof to fall off the tertiary side in the opposite alleyway. Suddenly, two smoke grenades were tossed out into the streets, fog suddenly billowing out and blanketing the ground below the roof in haze. 

Saxon leaped, his saurien legs giving him the strength to make good air but not good enough. His torso was above eyesight, and a series of spikes shot out of his armguard. He slammed the spiked device on the roof, and once the metal was stabbed into the tile he yanked himself up with a grunt. The roof grumbled under his weight. 

"Where is your ship?" The brute rumbled. 

"I need my pilot first!" Junebug roared back at him as the gunfire increased. 

The gangsters on the streets were in the middle of the smoke, those without optics shooting at random thinking they were being attacked. Those that were shooting caused that belief to strengthen, and further shots were fired, curses and battlecries joining in. It seemed they were doing part of the work for them. Neil would have made a quip but he was nowhere to be seen at the moment. 

"Where did he go!?" Saxon cried. 

"You threw him over the side!" Junebug replied. "Fucking Lizard!" 

"Ware your tongue or I'll cut it out!" The Xenos warned, slamming his fist into the roof tile. It was then they both realized the guns had stopped firing, and instead there was shouting. 

Meanwhile below, Neil had gathered his wits and clung to the alleywall, hidden from view to the gangster and listening to them regroup. Luckily the smoke still permeated the area, so Neil was still cloaked even when he peeked out into the street. He saw silhouettes in the shadow, about a dozen men he guessed. They didn't seem to bulky, which meant they probably only had moderately powerful armaments. Still, with those numbers and optics, he wasn't sure if they could get out of this. 

"They're probably still on the roof," one of Gnorlaac's goon's said. "We should circle around and surround them from all sides, wait until they poke their filthy heads out." 

"That idea's horseshit." A voice replied from the smoke. Neil chuckled to himself and slid back into the alleyway. 

"Oh, horseshit is it!?" 

"I agree, it sucks, we need to take the fight to them." 

In less than 15 minutes, Neil, Junebug, and Saxon had managed to make it out of there while the men still debated on how best to kill the would-be escapees. 
[@Penny]