Neil winced at the entire display, and even the act of putting Saxon down. Clearly the man had some augmentations given to him. But Neil was wincing for more than any sympathy for Saxon. As the Hexa was being dragged out, Neil shook his head. York raised an inquisitive eyebrow, the barest hint of disapproval entering his pleasant visage. "You do not wish to take this offer?" 

"You uh," Neil said, looking back at the door. "You made a huge mistake." 

York blinked. "Explain." 

Neil hesitated, as if saying the next phrase would summon what he knew to be coming. "You went and pissed him off." 

York opened his mouth to speak, and then realized a sound in the hall was fading into an echo. Had that been a cry of pain? Neil scooted to the side and pulled Taya as well as Saxon re-entered the room. He did not seem filled with unbridaled rage. More a calm, stalking beast that had sighted prey. York blinked, clearly surprised Saxon had recovered so quickly. His body had been limp earlier. The Alien suddenly surged forward, and York moved like a whip, angling out of the way perfectly. He moved with a grace Neil could hardly comprehend for a human. It reminded him of the Aelahyne in his visions from the tattoo. 

But Saxon followed his every movement. 

The Xenos managed to duck, spin, and almost with a sixth sense, he caught the leg that had been aiming for his forehead. With a quick spin, he threw York at the wall. The man hit the steel hard, though something told Neil he wouldn't be down for the count. Saxon was on him in a moment though, his next step threatening to crush York's skull. "Do you think, puny human that you can-" 

His entire body shuddered from an immense spasm of energy. His cry was an indecipherable garble, and some wiry strength pulled him back, so he was to fall backwards onto the floor instead of forewards onto the agent. The Hexa fell, crushing a table under his weight. As soon as the form of the Hex had left Neil's field of vision, the pilot found himself faced to face with York, the agent having already regained a standing position and his sidearm as if he hadn't been tossed like a ragdoll. Neil on the otherhand, nonchalantly held an electro-riot gun one of the fallen guards had dropped. 

"What was this about a deal? Because I'm all ears." Neil said, dropping the gun and holding his hands up. York raised an eyebrow, and spoke into an earpiece for a moment, calling for more men to come and make sure the large Xenos was [i]restrained[/i]. 

"Very well Mister Edwards. You are with your uses, I will grant you that." he said, smoothing the two strands of hair that were out of place on his smartly groomed head. "As I was saying, you and your 'team', if you would agree, will escort a few key individuals and another team of Terrans onto Savran, where you will aid us, without question, with your specially emblazoned hand to help us excavate the Elder tech that we are certain lies beneath the planet's surface. Do that, and your team will lose its bounty and you can have a fresh start. What do you say?" 

Neil looked over his shoulder. "Taya?" 

The girl peeked over a fallen desk, and squeaked something. Neil nodded. "You heard the lady, we're doing it. May we see our Captain now?" 
[@Penny]