Osprey was aware of what was going down. Thor put his Launcher back, as he saw what Virus were doing. Cheeky bastards. They had this on the run, and Wojtek looked over, ready with a white smoke grenade, Czech also prepping one. Bird and Scot looked on, as Scot aimed his rifle to the spotlight, aware he wanted it dead.
"Virus, this is Osprey Marksman. We've got the light, then anything that moves in the compound. We fire on your go." Scot said, as he looked down the ACOG, the 6X optic magnifying sufficiently. He heard Virus call out the timing, as he readied his shot. The noise of Virus's shot was enough to trigger Scot to fire, and that smashed the light to pieces, the lens broken apart into shards, as the 7.62x51mm round pieced it, and hit the bulb within, taking it out of action. The guards were confused, but from Osprey's perspective, this wasn't all hell breaking loose. This was controlled chaos to Wojtek, and this was where they got moving.

Czech opened up with the FN Minimi, the modified 7.62mm caliber that it accomodated tearing apart infantry on the northern wall, taking them out as the smokes opened up, and Wojtek looked to Thor, giving a certain nod as both operators were over the enfilade and moving through the blooming smoke, weapons raised as they moved to the wall. Part of it had been knocked down by the fire, the weak chainlink scattered apart, as Thor kicked it down, the sight of a militant confused by the smoke grenade receiving a shot from Wojtek's F2000, right in the temple of his head.
"It's on now! Czech, cancel your fire, move to the fence- Scot, Bird, watch the roof for RPGs!" Wojtek called out, as Wojtek moved forward, aware that the technicals were on the other side of the compound. There were contacts concentrated, as Wojtek slid behind a pair of oil barrels, used for heating, as Thor formed up behind a metal cistern of sorts. Wojtek sent a 40mm round over the technicals, and decimated a pair of enemies there, before leaving it to Virus to deal with. Czech was with the team now, and movement was rapid. The clack of the L129A1, emptying enemies that moved onto the roof, was systematic and beautiful, as a man fell off the roof, in a carnage-fueled manner. Wojtek moved slow, as he nodded to the two men by him, as they hustled forwards. Checking the rifle, he moved to the wall of the building, weapon raised as he peeked around. Fire laced it, as Thor already had a M67 prepared, and lobbed it around, the resulting bang sending dust and dirt up, as well as fragments of the side of the building, as Thor pushed around first, his Colt C8 raised as he moved to the door.
"Give them room service, Thor. No chances." Wojtek said, as Thor nodded, the breacher of the assault team slapping out a doorknob charge, shoving it onto the handle of the door as a flashlight shined through, with AKM fire bursting the door a little, as Wojtek counted how many bullets were being fired. He had spent 20 rounds, and he was scared now, whoever was on the other end. Thor gave a thumbs up through his Mechanix glove, as Wojtek did the exact same back to him.

The door blew itself off almost entirely, as Thor went left, and Czech went right, taking the man down and shooting two men that were at the back of the living room, by an old CRT TV, with clean shots.
"We breathing?" Wojtek asking, as they moved through, the darkness being illuminated by flashlights as Wojtek and Thor found cover behind a wall, aware that it was intensely blinding.
"Czech's up." Czech said, as Wojtek saw Thor look intact. He needed no response really, as he put his NVGs up, grabbing a tube from his plate carrier.
"Standby, Virus, we're popping a flare inside. They're using flashlights intensely, so I suggest we level it. NODs up." Wojtek said, as he popped the red flare, lobbing it through as fire went off, the fact that there were people around the corner now as clear it could be. Wojtek raised his F2000, and peeked the bullpup weapon around the corner, opening up as he emptied the magazine on the man, the paranoia and darkness having them completely by sudden.
"Thor, go first. Osprey Marksman, watch fire on the building." Wojtek said, as they moved slowly up the stairs, a door right at the top.
"Could be booby-trapped. Scot, what do you see inside?" Wojtek asked, as Thor kept point, not touching or approaching the door.
"They're aiming at the door. We have positive identifiaction on Yalero Khanya, and two accomplices, armed with handguns. HVT is armed with a Kalashnkov, 7.62mm spec AKM. He's wearing a turban, and dark clothing. Wait...hang on, he's got a girl wrapped in his arms. Holding her hostage. Shit." Scot said, as he watched the target, the thin window that he managed to just pick out the target from being the HVT's bedroom.
"You have a green light to take the shot when ready on the target of opportunity. I repeat, green light. There's nothing we can do about collateral." Wojtek said, as Scot jumped in.
"Wojtek, are you sure?"
"No buts, Scot. Do it." He said, as Wojtek let Thor prep a flashbang, aware that this was going to be messy above all else.

Khanya yelled to his men for the last time, as the bullet piereced the window, slamming into Khanya's chest, and exiting into the 12 year old girl he had hostage, entering her shoulder and leaving just below her heart. They both fell on the floor, as the other two shot the door, before it was kicked in. The flashbang entered, and the team kept their heads down, as it whitened the room, the sound of gunfire following. Thor fired on the man on the left, whilst Wojtek took out the man on the right, as Thor fell back a little just as he headed up.
"Shit! Fucking 9mm in my vest." Thor said, almost chuckling as he felt good to be alive, Czech catching him from going back down the stairs. The little girl had taken a shot, it didn't look critical- most of the energy had been spent, but Wojtek knew what had to be done, had to be done. Khanya moaned, as Wojtek lowered his F2000, rolling the HVT over with his foot.
"You bastard." He said, as Khanya held the wound, in agony from the shot. No doubt he'd bleed out, but he wanted this to be solved. He withdrew his Mk23, crouching down, as he looked out the window. Virus was working on the brothel, but all hostiles in the immediate area of the compound were now dead. They had time.
"This is personal, shithead. It's for Elisaveta. A woman you tortured and murdered. You kill innocent little girls, and rape them. There's a special ring of hell for you." He said, coldly, almost remorslessly. Wojtek was bitter, and didn't give a fuck at this point in time. He poked the barrel of the .45 cal weapon against Khanya's head, before he pulled the trigger. It was bloody, but it was done. He felt good, and kicked the man once more, as Thor looked to his team leader, almost a little wanting to stop him. But he had his reasons, and Thor knew that more than anyone could. Sarkov had lost his girl to this monster, and now, perhaps Wojtek had enacted precisely what the big man would say. 

"Antov, this is Osprey. We have the HVT struck off. Repeat, HVT is eliminated." Wojtek said, looking out the window, a new magazine in his weapon, as Thor coughed, chuckling as he adjusted his Boonie, looking over to Osprey's marksman team, on the building in the distance. If you looked carefully, you could see them, just about. The flare below was dying, and Thor put his NVGs down again, as he reloaded himself, dusting off the shot that had thankfully not gone through his vest.
"Virus, it's done. We're going to head back to the RIB. Back to the ship, for re-tasking. We've left enough blood as it is. Free the girls, and let's be gone." Wojtek simply said, as he turned to Czech and Thor, the young 601st Operator and the grizzled, blacksmith's beard toting Norwegian looking to Wojtek with a certain look.
"It's people like that who make the world a bad place to live in. The Greater Good just won. Now feel good about that." Wojtek said, almost not wanting to think about this anymore. He just wanted to go, as he heard Scot radio in.
"Wojtek, what orders we got?" Scot asked, as Wojtek headed down the stairs, sweeping the area, as he put his hand back to his headset.
"Cover our exit. We're going. Watch the roads. Same goes for Virus. We'll use your OP as a fallback, then we'll hoof it." Wojtek simply added, as Osprey's Assault contingent left the house, then the compound.