A few of the strike team seemed uneasy by the way they stood, even if their faces were neutral and hardset. If Neil hadn't already worked with soldiers in the past, he wouldn't have noticed. But he did, and he couldn't blame them. "Oh, it's my party now?" he asked audibly, then stepped forward, feeling the ice particles beneath him crunching until he made it to where the the grenade had fallen short. He held out his right hand. 

Nothing. 

"Other hand." Junebug seethed. 

"Oh yeah." Neil replied, and held out his left hand. 

The grenade detonated. 

The group crouched and held their hands in front of their faces, though they were too far off to be effected. If Neil had been standing 10 feet to the right, he would have been consumed, but miraculously he was ok, other than a few scratches from the smallest bits of shrapnel, and a ruddiness to his right side having felt a sudden, intense heat. He lay face first in the snow. Woods and Taya rushed over to him, the soldier woman aiming her rifle at the woods as she knelt down by Neil, and Taya shook him. "Neil, are you ok?" 

He lifted his head, a bit cut but alright. "I guess we know that the technology works now." he deadpanned. 

Saxon growled, as if disappointed that Neil was still alive. In all probability, he was disappointed. York shook his head, though he did have a smile on his lips. The light hearted feeling of the group, and the success of the tattoo, was short lived. It was replaced with fear and wonder as the earth beneath them began to shake for a few, heart pounding seconds before a shape began ascending from the ground not a dozen paces north of them. A vast shape, as large as the Highlander, that split and lifted the tall pines. Small Xenos animals began scurrying away into the dark recesses of the forest in shock and fear. 

Lights, both red, white, and green, began to flicker from the smooth, impossibly smooth, multifaceted building that surfaced, and a large red scan began to filter down across the group. Woods quickly grabbed Neil's hand and held it out, and when the scanner motioned over it, a door, the shape of half an oval, opened up from the center. Everyone stopped for a moment, unsure of what to do. Even Sven, the near emotionless cyborg, gaped in awe as he drank in the sight, as if he could sense the level of technology that dwarfed all that he had yet seen in this life. 

Neil gathered himself up, dusting the snow off of him and helping Taya up. He took out his heavy caliber revolver. "Well, I'm ready when you're ready." 
[@Penny]