Osprey had already been moving, but they didn't have sight of the 
"Virus, this is Osprey Actual...hold your fire, we've got Anti-Vehicle on us...just fucking delay it!" Wojtek said, as the three man team ran, Wojtek running full pelt along with the others. There were going to be a lot, and they'd abandoned the compound, making their way out.
"We'll post up where our marksman is..Bird, Scot, bead up the target. Post a laser beam over it, keep tracking it. Thor, have your Carl Gustav ready, we'll need to blow them up. Same goes for you, Czech- weapon ready. We lay down fire from afar." Wojtek said, the three man team sprinting into Bird and Scot's building.

Heading upstairs, Wojtek saw Bird scanning below, nodding as Wojtek headed in.
"Thor stays down here, the M3 has a anti-backblast director attached, we can fire this indoors. Before I get half my fucking internals blown apart, the rest of us go on the roof. Czech, have your Minimi ready to tear up the infantry in the back, Thor hits the rear vehicle. We set in- Virus is in a very precarious position, so we make enough noise for them to make a runner." Wojtek said, as they all nodded, then springing into action. Scot aimed at the second car, as Thor took the burly Carl Gustav M3 off his back, sliding a round in, as he crouched by the smashed window, waiting for the chance. Virus had called itself on the radio well enough to Wojtek's advantage to know they wouldn't be ready in time- but they had to respond, and no doubt, now was the time that they'd fire. From here, they could bound back to the boat, and Osprey would kill the lead, so they broke contact. No more bogging down. Get rid of this, then run, Wojtek said to himself.
"Virus, we've got the Gustav ready, we'll get the last vehicle. Clear it up, once you have no more contacts, you fucking run back to the RIBs. We'll handle the rest of the contact- we've got plenty of Anti-Vehicle and GPMG ammo to kill." Wojtek said, as he watched hell unveil itself, the first set of grenades blow the first vehicle almost apart, the engine blown out of it's mounting as the hood was hit with 35mm rounds. The driver, most certainly dead. Wojtek ducked down, aiming down his magnified optic, as Czech put the bipod down, Scot already wrapping his finger round the trigger. Even Bird's C8, with it's C79 optic, could cut this range. And right now, from this one building, almost 400m from the road, they were watching like friends from Afar.
"Osprey, light them up."

The first floor of the house was filled with a huge backblast, most of which was negated by a window at the other end of the room Thor stood in, though the Anti-Blast cap on the M3 had meant that he wasn't blasted apart by the heat and energy of the backblast. The rocket sailed out, and slammed into the side of the rear vehicle, killing five men in quick sucession, as it erupted into a huge ball of flame, being thrown over onto it's side. They were done for, but that wasn't even it. Bullets were louder than anything, and unsupressed, as they went down range, the sight of 7.62, both semi-auto and fully automatic, raining on the second technical, joined neatly by 5.56 from the team's weapons. Maybe Virus was laying down teh first vehicle, but they were ambushing very effectively, just as Wojtek wanted. He half expected it, but right now, they had to make noise. Within a minute, the second technical had burst into flames as the fuel tank was lit up by tracer fire from Czech's Minimi, as Wojtek looked to the team.
"Everyone, cease fire." Wojtek said, just about to add to his order to ask Virus to move. That was, till Bird saw what she saw.
"Shit! I got sighting on another Technical, 700m, North...it looks like an SPG-9 on that fucking thing!" Bird called out, as Thor reloaded, the sighting enough to make the team very, very tense indeed. A recoilless rifle would hit from that range with ease..and right now, Osprey was in one building. That thing hit, as ancient as it was, it would level the ramshacle construction.
"Fuck...Thor, reload, Scot, get a bead on the gunner." Wojtek said, as Bird took out her Rangefinder once more, looking down the optic at the rapidly moving vehicle.
"They won't hit shit when they move. No doubt they saw the flames. There could be a lot more." She said, watching it go, as downstairs, Thor lobbed a new 84mm round into his launcher, prepping up once more as he knew that this was the last shot that they could take here. The backblast would have been visible, and no doubt, if there were any more, it would behllish.
"Okay...Scot, you fire first, do what you can with the shot on the gunner. When he stops, Thor, you fire. Then we leave, and quickly. We need fucking support." Wojtek said, as he looked to Virus's situation, before back at what was up ahead.
"Ready to fire, Chief." Thor said, as Wojtek looked to Scot, before preparing his own shot, aware that it was going to be very hard, down a 3x magnified optic of his F2000, but no less, they had to take the threat down. Scot waited, till the vehicle stopped, and the gunner loaded a round.
"Do it." Wojtek gave the order simply and calmly, as Scot waited, inhaling carefully before he shot. The bullet went to the side of the driver's body, and missed, pinging off the metal, but the vehicle stopped dead in it's tracks. Czech's Minimi opened up, the arched tracers making double-sure of that, as suddenly, the building shook again. Thor was having to strech his AT skills here, the optic's night vision rangefinder and his own approximation of where the round would go being a skilled effort by the ex-MJK operator. This was a significant distance, and the round was in flight for over a second, before the resounding crashing boom hit back. Thor knew his Carl Gustav well, and knew that the round had detonated the ammunition, with the resultant noise kicking back a couple of seconds later, as Thor cackled.
"Target's down." Thor said, as Scot half-joined in, looking at the mess.

"No fucking shit...I think we pasted it. Fucking brilliant." Scot said, as Wojtek looked to the team on the roof, looking around as he moved back towards the staircase, opening the door up again.
"Virus, this is Osprey Actual. Get your asses out of here. We're going to pop smoke in front of the building and make our way further back to a defensive location, about 1km from our boats. We spotted a enfilade position there, by the coastal dunes. You just make sure that nobody has spotted our RIB, and then we'll pull out from here." Wojtek said, as he looked to the rest of his men, and Bird of course.
"We're getting out of here, now. We're comprimised as it is. Czech, smoke out over our right quarter, Bird, you get the left. We move together now. Get new magazines in, and get ready to move, staggered column." Wojtek said, confident in his order, as he saw the two respective members of the team leave smoke behind. Heading down, Wojtek swiped the magnifier off his weapon, as Thor reloaded his Carl Gustav for the last time, checking his own C8 as he followed behind the team leader. Before thirty seconds had even passed, the front of the house was coated in smoke, covering it in around a 50m radius in belching white smoke, as they left the area. Now, they'd be bringing serious lighting if they wanted to respond, and no doubt, would be in hot pursuit. So much for this target being small fry, Wojtek thought to himself. This was a major brothel, if they were coming out in such number. The sheer audacity seriously put Wojtek on edge- this wasn't foreseen at all, even though something in his mind always made sure contingencies were met. Virus had plucked out behind as they'd taken down the SPG-9, and most of Osprey could guess that leaving wasn't going to be as simple as it was before.
"Antov, this is Osprey Actual, we're retreating back to the RIB right now. We've taken heavy fire, but we've broke contact. If you can, we could do with a Raven (the RQ-11 Raven is a throw-able UAV) over our heads to spot what else we have coming. They want our fucking heads, but it's nothing we can't handle." Wojtek said over the long range, as they kept moving, jogging quickly back over the ground, aware that there was no time to lose. He guessed that Virus was up ahead, probably approaching the boat sooner rather than later- and that meant that they needed to keep going, to make sure they had Virus's back.

The team moved over the ground, moving back through the dried-up streambed, before moving towards the coastal dunes, a feature that went on for the next kilometer or so. Before, Wojtek had led the team to go around them, but right now, they might form the best cover that they could muster, as it gave a little elevation over the land, and could give an insight to enemy movement. They had cut the contact, as they moved over the sandy terrain, all the team's NODs down. Keeping on the coastal side of the coastal dune, they kept their heads down, as two, then four more technicals appeared in the distance, headlamps on. They really were confused, Osprey almost all thought to themselves. Bird plonked herself down on a patch of sand, and broke out the Rangefinder again, checking them, before she turned her attention back to the beach.
"I see a footmobile patrol moving along the beach, 300m to the north of where we hid our boat. One RPG, one PKM, rest are AKs. Looks like it's a patrol looking for something." She said, aware that Virus would hear the transmission, as Scot then also saw what could unmistakably be the sight of a technical branching off towards the dunes.

"They fucking know- oh, they fucking know. We got one coming for the dunes, range is 700m and closing. There's roughly a four man team aboard, they've got lights." Scot said, putting the bipod down, as Wojtek looked to that.
"Well, fuck. Virus, we're going to need to hustle quick. This is a raid, not a lengthy firefight. Clear the team on the beach any way you can and get the boat running. We're going to keep this truck from us. More fucking bodies hit the floor and noise we make, the worse it's going to get with them." Wojtek simply said, as he readied his own weapon, crawling as he set his sight on the closing technical, which pulled over, the team getting out as one man gave a distinct set of orders, with the armed individuals turning their lights on. They were about 300m out, and close enough to engage, as they headed into the open, looking for the vultures who had killed their boss- or so Wojtek thought to himself.
"They just became easy, but bright targets. Fire when ready." Wojtek said, as Czech relished the chance, his laser over the light targets already. The NVG-armed team were finding it easy to see their flashlights in the distance- while blinding, it wasn't up close, and hence wasn't too hard a job to deal with. And with Czech's GPMG, and Osprey's spacing of about 20m over the dune, they were able to light the targets up with little qualm. AK fire pinged back, as a few got down, but with the whole team firing their weapons down range, they were quickly gone. 
"Hustle to it Virus, our lead's gone."