Clearing the rooms proved to be a long and frustrating task. With the emphasis on speed and the lack of time at the forefront of Zhenya's mind, every empty room simply fueled his simmering anger. A few of the rooms had enemy combatants; those were easily dispatched by Neil and him, but they had not been carrying the thing they were after or even anything remotely related to it. Other rooms contained messily-arranged piles papers or old radio kits. The former, Zhenya pocketed a few - they could very well be the only thing proving that Lima was indeed saving Copenhagen rather than losing it and going on a rampage - the latter, he smashed them up good and proper. No point leaving anything for the enemy to use.

It felt like a good half-hour had passed, but eventually Zhenya and Neil reached the last door. With his heart pounding and mouth dry, Zhenya took a moment to take a breath. "On three," Zhenya said and nodded to Neil, waiting for the spotter to prepare the flashbang before placing his hand on the door knob. "One, two," Zhenya said, then paused for a split second to open the door by just a crack. The flashbang went flying in and Zhenya shut the door again. A loud, ear-splitting crack signaled him to begin the assault proper, and he simply kicked the door down and went it guns blazing.

His shots obviously did not hit anything, but they did the job of giving the enemy something to occupy their minds. Blinded by the flash and deafened by the bang, it was not as if they could have done anything anyway. Their shots went all over the place, and orders given by their commander went unheard by the underlings. Moving to the left with his back against the wall, Zhenya easily dispatched his fair share of the enemy combatants. That was the easy part. Now they had to search for the device. Zhenya tossed the room, flipping tables, pulling drawers out and spilling the contents of entire cabinets, but nothing could be found.

"I have noth-" Zhenya began, but was interrupted by a loud explosion that rocked the room and demolished an entire wall. Luckily for Zhenya, he was on the far side of the room, and there were several pieces of furniture between him and the blast - courtesy of his less-than-gentle search of the room - which shielded him from the debris. Still, it took him a few moments to recover and regain his bearings. Immediately, Zhenya rushed over to the new hole in the wall, standing beside the Captain. The Pole did not really need to give any orders; Zhenya could already tell what was going to happen. It was going to be Mosul all over again, only this time they did not have any laws on their side.

He took a knee and took aim at the street below, taking shots at any enemy targets that presented themselves. It was easier said than done, there were plenty of civilians who made taking accurate shots difficult, and Zhenya swore that some were even standing around with their handphones out. Police vehicles were already closing in on the building, and the team had to move fast. Regular cops were of course no match for Lima, and even the special units would have a hard time, but Zhenya did not want to kill them if he could help it.

"Medved to Lima, police are entering the building. Making ourselves scarce. Moving to the basement." Medved-One's voice said over the radio.

There was a brief pause, and Zhenya could hear some shouting over the open frequency.

"Lady luck smiles on us, Lima. We found one of the insurgents. Looks like he got left behind when you spooked them. We will try to make him talk, give us a moment." Medved-One said, and that was immediately followed by very angry shouting in Russian, the frantic voice of a young-sounding man shouting back in a strange language, then the sound of rifles being cocked and fists being cracked. That seemed to do the job, as the man began talking rapidly again, tripping over his words as he did so. "I did not understand a single word he said, but I do recognize the word 'east'. They might be heading in that direction."