The crack of Neil's rifle resounded only after the slugs had torn through two of the Spider gangmembers, leaving exit wounds you could slip your fist through without fear of bloodying your hand. To his right, Sayeeda had vaulted over a dismantled car and disptached two others, though Neil didn't see the gritty details of what transpired. He only saw her walk out and blow a bit of hair out of her eyes. He noticed she would need to put it in a bun soon. It would probably be a good look for her if she let it continue to grow. 

"Rearguard is down." She said conversationally. They weren't far from one another, but it was still more expedient to use comms than to draw attention to themselves. A few stray gunshots weren't likely to draw attention, but unknown voices were a different story. 

Neil grinned, reloading his gun. Not that he wasn't going to use it for his next trick. He reshouldered the strap on it and pulled aside his grenade launcher, the familiar weight of the loaded weapon somehow intensely satisfying in his hands. Neil saw Sayeeda give him a movement signal, something she had begun to teach him a few months previously. He wasn't 'fluent' if that was the word, yet. But he knew she meant to go further right, and Neil already knew his next position. He passed by a few scrap heaps of burning metal, vaguely aware they were aircars that had exploded. Likely from explicit detonation. The pilot made it to a rudimentary dumpster and climbed atop it, before vaulting onto the roof of a outerlying, boldly placed home. It was still a good distance from his position to the fence that guarded the Scorpion base, but he had used grenade launchers enough to know if something was too far to be out of effective range. It was right in the sweet spot. 

He only caught another glimpse of Junebug's lithe form slinking through the dark, until she was completely out of sight. He got comfortable, placing a foot on the edge of the roof and resting his grenade launcher against his shoulder, leveling its scope with his eye. He waited, watching the night flash with gunshots and laser beams, accompanied by muffled shouts of curses and threats. He almost started to idly whistle, but he received his captain's "in position" not a moment too soon. 

"Show time, babe." He told her on comm. It was the last thing she'd hear of him before there was a brief silence, followed by the destruction of vast swathes of the scorpion fence, along with dozens and dozens of wounded and dead spiders at their vulnerable rear. Shrapnel and flame whipped out and cut through tendons and sprayed blood along their comrades. Neil felt somewhat guilty about the PDST he was causing for some, but it was swiftly lost by the beautiful spouts of flame and destruction he had caused. 

This time he did whistle. Appreciatively.