The lack of alarms was certainly odd, but perhaps this facility wasn't as well run and equipped as Gredorius had them believe. Neil didn't doubt he'd be the overly cautious type. Taking out his high powered revolver, he volunteered to enter the breach first. He recalled some poem from ancient Terra with a similar line, but he couldn't be bothered trying to remember. He dropped down, and found himself in what he believed was a restricted access hall, even for the paramilitary members of the facility. 

On the top end of the walls, pipes as thick as his torso ran along it and various warnings symbols were plastered along the wall every so often. It was dim, and the few hanging lamps there were shaking and flickering on and off gave Neil a very foreboding feeling. He hadn't felt this crept out since the Xenonids, and the very thought of one of them crawling along his body had him shuddering a bit. He steeled himself and held up his gun, at the ready. 

"Coast is clear." He told them, and Junebug followed as lithely as he would have expected. Saxon grabbed a hold of the bent steel, and lowered himself in with barely a creak. The corridor was far too small for the Hex to be comfortable, and he slouched even more than he usually did. The Hex shifted, bumping Junebug none too gently. He didn't seem to notice, gazing about. Neil had noticed the Hexa giving her less respect recently, and he wondered if the Alien realized Neil and Junebug were (at least hopefully and if they survived their current social problems) together. He mused if this would be a problem in the future, and he really hoped not. 

"Move," Junebug said, and all three of them headed down the corridor, knowing one was as good as the other. Right now their best bet was getting into a lower floor and trying to reach any type of central command they could. Unfortunately, Saxon's awkward height had him stomping a bit more than he intended, and two mercenaries reached the corner before them and lifted their weapons, aiming down their sights even as they yelled "Freeze!" 

Even before Neil could truly appreciate their black armor and impressive armaments, a knife flew past his head and struck the front one in the neck. The merc with the knife in him fell into the one behind him, sending him to the floor before he could fire. Neil knew they needed to kill him fast, and he didn't want to risk a bullet. Suddenly, Junebug would see Neil's face warp in confusion as he was lifted up by the scruff of his collar and thrown down the corridor by Saxon. 

He flew four meters, keeping his wits about him enough to kick the merc just as he was lifting his gun to shoot him out of the air. His foot connected with the man's head, knocking him out cold before Neil placed his hands against the wall to stop his momentum. Of course stopping all of it was futile, and he crumpled to the floor like a sack of defused flashbangs. Saxon chortled, or at least it sounded like it as he stepped forward. 

"Good work. You're useful for something." He said, and Neil sat up, dazed, thinking if they were anywhere else he would have shot him. 

"One of these days, you fucking Lizard." the Pilot groaned, and sat up, making sure his back and neck were fine. As stood up shakily, he managed to get a look down the next hall. There were doors lined up along the hall, with small windows allowing them to peer into each chamber. 
[@Penny]