Florida heard the alert, though he was a distance from where it was called. He grabbed his helmet and his sidearm, His rifle was still back at his Barracks. He could hear the commotion over the comm-links, Things were bad, really bad. Who ever this guy was, he knew was he was doing.

Florida waited in the lobby with his M4A1 in hands, He saw Baxter come up the stairs only to meet Florida. "Well well well. You come into my base, attack my team, and you thought you could just walk out of here?" He chambered his rifle. "You're dead wrong mate. Dead fucking wrong." He took aim with his rifle and unloaded the high capacity magazine at Baxter forcing him into cover. 

Florida stopped shooting. "I'll give you two options, Come out now and I wont kill ya, Come out later I will be forced to beat the shit out of you and then maybe kill you." He fired another burst from the rifle behind his own cover. "Decide soon mate."