Neil slid an apple down his arm and caught it nimbly, spinning it on his finger before plucking it out of the air. Whatever Junebug decided, he was on board for. He was just excited to get things going. Not having his conscience dirtied was a definite plus, and whatever loot they got from destroying both of these gangs was likely worth it. Though his Captain's orders caught up with his head before he bit the apple. 

"Wait...What!?" 

Fast forwarding an hour later, Neil had procured a ride from some of Stinger's associates who he had convinced it was in their best interest to get him to Stinger as fast as they could. There were three of them. One man was young and red haired. with a wild smile on his almost too-wide mouth, hollering and hooting at anything that looked vaguely female as he stood atop the passanger's seat. The driver was far more level headed, though suspicious. Neil couldn't quite get a bead on him, his face concealed in a strange mechanical mask with only one eye uncovered through a high tech optic scope. 

Neil sat next to something that was either once a man, or a humanoid alien. The thing cackled louder than the douchebag up front, his body covered in fur and his face very Hyena-esque. At least he wore loose pants and a jacket. Neil was not prepared to be bumped into by some mutant/xenos and their junk. 

As they approached, Neil saw guns trained their way at the bunkered, barbed wired fence. The lowest dregs of thuggery stood watch, various mechanical and organic vagaries attached or warped about them. Neil no doubt thought they would be formidable to fight in hand to hand or ranged, which was likely why they were the first line of defense. The one at the gate was the criminal Neil had seen last time he came here, when it was the first time. He had a large gun, likely 20 MM rounds.

"You got some balls coming back here." The man said, barrel on Neil. Even the Hyena-man had the good sense to move away. Neil didn't seem perturbed, though he held his hands up. 

"Hey, hey! Come on, what's that for? I'm coming back to explain stuff." 

"Well, if you've got a good explanation as to why Miguel and a dozen of our lads disappeared, maybe you can make it out alive." He chuckled, then screamed at the others. "Let them in!"

The rumbling of the cars were drowned out by the laughter of the watchmen, and Neil tried not to get nervous. Oh, he wasn't nervous about if Stinger was angry at him. Neil had been beaten, humiliated, and even tortured once or twice as a Highlander Crewmember. He was mostly afraid of Stinger's interest of him, and he would rather leave by giving her vague promises of some nature rather than having to refuse her and fight his way out. Not only because it would hinder their initial plan to pit the Spiders against the Scorpions, but because he wasn't about to betray Junebug's trust. When he told her about it though, she laughed and told him to be firm like she knows he can be. He had no idea what to make of that.  

Pulling up to the fortified, ruined mansion, Neil hopped out and told them to keep the car running. Even without being able to see his face, the masked man gave Neil a look that essentially loudly asked if he was kidding. Neil just grinned and headed inside, past three men playing Bazrika, a fun electromagnet drinking game, and headed upstairs until he was ushered in to see Stinger. He sighed before the curtain was drawn, and stepped inside the room. He hoped she was in an agreeable mood, but not too agreeable. 
[@Penny]