Junebug grinned at Neil for a moment, relieved beyond words that he wanted to continue with her and the Highlander, though exactly what that meant for their relationship with their current employers was yet to be determined. Well, one thing at a time. Saxon took a step towards them and then hissed with displeasure. Sayeeda spat blood onto the grass and wiped at her split lip.

“What?” she asked, perplexed. Saxon glared at the body of the guard. Sayeeda followed his eyes to the device on the man’s wrist. Reaching down she found a switch on the wristband and flipped it off. The Hex took a step towards them, apparently untroubled.

“Some kind of sonic repellent,” Junebug speculated.  Hex could hear sounds at much higher frequencies than humans could, the bracelet must be transmitting some sort of signal, probably to repel the kind of animal that had just attacked her.

“I don’t know exactly what is going on here,” Junebug confessed. From the briefing she hadn’t gotten the impression that Pradec was involved in any kind of genetic engineering, but the creature that had attacked her wasn’t anything she had seen in the biota of this world.

“Well given your unprofessional gunfire, I suggest we strike while we still have some sort of element of surprise,” Saxon hissed with flat displeasure. Sayeeda didn’t bother to argue, just brushed her lip again and pulled her helmet visor down.

“Right, lets move.”
It took about another half hour to reach the coordinates the satellite surveillance had provided to enter the building. Rather than a doorway, all of which were guarded, they found themselves at a large grated vent that spewed hot exhaust into the tropical air. Several fungi of unhealthy hues hung from the slatted cover plates.   There were as yet no audible alarms.

“Alright,” Sayeeda said, unslinging her duffle bag.

“Lets get his over with.”