As Neil had rounded the house in his mad search to get in, he was lucky enough to see them exited above his level still carrying a limp Junebug. One looked to be a local and the others... He didn't care, he just needed to rescue her. At that thought he stopped, realizing how different this was. Usually she wasn't the one that ever needed rescuing. It was weird. But everyone was vulnerable once or twice in their lives. 

Neil followed behind the men like a shadow, always too far behind to get in a shot that he couldn't make sure wouldn't hit Sayeeda. His adrenaline was pumping from his earlier confession and now this warped scenario he was certain the Gods had conjured up just to mess with him further. He vaulted a sandstone fence and entered the garden where the men placed Sayeeda into a readied aircar. "Oh fuck, no no no!" he said to himself, silently as he could. 

As the vehicle sped away, Neil nearly took a shot at the vehicle. But he realized it would give away the fact someone was planning on chasing them. He simply prayed she was kept alive. "Taya" he breathed into the comm. There was slight static until her tired voice appeared. "Hmmmwhat?" Neil expected that he might have woken her. He didn't have time to apologize at the moment. "Taya I-..." he stopped. 

"Scan the city. I need you to tell me where Sven is." 

"Scan? How do I do that?" 

"You go into the cockpit and pull the third lever on the left, and then a set of commands will pick up on the display. Choose the third option, and then turn on the sublight engines for a minute. You'll see energy signatures on the radar. Understand?" he asked her. He could hear her shuffling in the background, moving to the cockpit. "Yeah, I got you. Where's Junebug?" 

"She's sleeping." Neil said, and he made a ridiculious gesture and then pressed his fingers into his face, trying to convince himself that he did the right thing by not completely lying to her. He knew the Highlander didn't fly well at the moment and wouldn't be able to get to her, and he couldn't bear to look at that 4 faced Xenos at the moment. But if Sven could be located, he would know all of the dives in the town already, or would be able to at least tell Neil where he could get an aircar. He was so very glad he had installed the energy tracker into the Highlander. Any cyborg that matched Sven's signature would be found in moments. 

"...Uh, it shows there's something in subsector 14 on the radar." 

Neil breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok good, that's less than half a click from here. Thank you Taya." 

"Nothing, everything is fine." Neil said quickly and turned the comm off. He stuffed the comm into his pocket so he wouldn't hear anything else in case she called back. There was no need to worry her when Neil had every intention of finding these fuckers and making them pay, after making sure Junebug was safe. Honestly, he felt worse for the guys who took her. Likely they'd be dead and she would be armed by the time he found them. 

Still, he wasn't about to take chances and vaulted out of the garden area and into the streets, running through the alleys and streetways, trying to find the building or area where Sven was. "Come on, you're not that hard to lose" Neil said, vividly remembering the man's otherworldly height and wild, nordic hair and beard. Neil went with his instincts and stuck to the alleyways, and he was rewarded for his efforts when he found the cyborg after fifteen minutes of frantic search. 

"Ew," were the first words out of his mouth, rather than the "I need help" because as he turned the corner, he found the cold man working upon someone's opened skull, the corpse or body...Neil could not begin to know if the man was alive, was upon a rundown, dark chair that was hyked up to its tallest measurement at the base of the chair. Sven did not even look Neil's way, simply grabbing another cruel-looking tool out of his jacket. "What do you want?" Sven asked. 

"Who is that?" 

"A customer." 

Neil shuddered a second time, then realized he didn't have much more time to dwaddle. "I need an aircar or a hoverbike. Anything mechanical even, but Junebug's been taken. I need one now." Sven lightly placed a small, purified motherboard chip into the man's skull, the tiny pincers along its bottom sparking with electricity. 

"The building behind me." Sven said, gravelly voice as unnerving as ever, even with good news. "The second floor, there is transportation for you." He began to hammer something into the local man's inner skull with surgical precision, and the body's limbs jerked at every knock. Neil had to wonder what he was doing to the man, and just what kind of transportation could be above the ground floor. 

Neil backed up and began to ready himself to leap up there, until he stopped. "Oh, don't tell anyone I told you she's in trouble, ok?" 

Sven looked at him for the first time. "Do I look like I care?" 

"...good point." Neil replied, before eyeing the wall and sprinting at it, pressing his right foot to it and kicking off to the mirroring wall, kicking off once more to grabbing the bottom part of the upper window. He was lucky this town was rundown or he'd have to break a window. Inside looked to be a native, 3rd world office where there was a scattered selection of more advanced equipment mingling with lesser items local to the planet. 

Beside the plasma pistol, there was his transportation on the dirt smudged desk. He picked up the item. A flat piece of hardened plasteel with a miniaturized motor beneath it, and gravel-like protrusions to give traction to the rider's feet. Well, it was better than nothing.

"I have not flown in a hoverboard in years." 
[@Penny]