Baxter come round the corner with his hands above his head, clenched.
“Now that is no way for a fine lady such as yourself to be speaking now. How about I take you to Al’ Fonso’s and we have a meal together?” Baxter’s voice masked through his VOX speaker.

‘How we doing with that extraction?’ He muttered into the radio, cutting off his external comms.

‘Working on it sir.’ Command replied.

Baxter begun walking towards Katya, accessing her armour and combat abilities. His movements were calm and precise, he was no stranger to this kind of situation before and he was weighing up several possible escape routes.