"Oh gee, you shouldn't have." Neil said with faux admiration as York had his 'good faith' present sent in. Taya, despite her fear of Saxon and York, couldn't help but giggle quietly. If it was any other circumstance, he would have admired the blonde woman with much more than a passing glance, but he felt like he wanted this entire situation behind them and ignored any Terran soldiers for the most part. 

"Well, now that our cards are all on the table." Neil continued as Sven entered the room. "Let's talk. How big of a reward are we talking when we get the job done. Without tricks." He added and pointed at York. York inclined his head, seemingly amused at the nerve of asking for money before they were even briefed. 

"That depends upon the manner of our discoveries. But thirty thousand credits seems good for a minimum, don't you think?" 

Neil tried to speak, but then did some quick calculations in his head. He had expected more, but then again that was a good price for a moderately dangerous bounty, and all this mission was, was essentially being an escort and a guide through ruins they had likely already explored. "As a bare minimum, yes." he said slowly. Sayeeda rolled her eyes. The Hexanagallion flexed his hands once they were unbound, and his first glare was at Neil and York. 

Unexpectedly however, were his next words. "On my honor, I shall comply." 

Neil blinked, and York explained. "We promised dear Saxon here all of his belongings back and another 30,000 credits to not seek any...what did you call it?" 

"Blood Vengeance." 

"Yes that. And we gave a few concessions to Sven over here as well." The nordic Cyborg gave a neutral, impassable stare. It was the coldest thing in the room, and it was a fairly cold room. Lieutenant Woods cleared her throat, the strict command of her voice was as iron hard as the muscles on her arms. "If we are done, then shall we begin?" she asked. Taya nodded, and Junebug gave a nod and sat beside Neil and Taya. Saxon and Sven still stood, Sven known for not getting exhausted like normal men and Saxon simply too big to sit. 
[@Penny]