Room by room on the first floor. He was last into the room, but first out, taking them from room to room. A few contacts here and there. Dropped as they entered rooms, or when they were moving down the halls. It was all precise. They all knew what they were there to do. Everyone of them a professional. You don't always need to tell a pro what to do. Just coax them along, give them guidance, they've been doing it long enough that alot of the motions, alot of the procedures have become instinct. You don't just sweep around a corner. You take it slow. Slide around that corner, pre-aimed and watching. The times he's seen regular army, just bust around a corner then complain about how they hadn't seen those hostiles, well he would have alot of money if he had been betting at it.

He was first into the lobby, and quickly darted into cover. Popping back up and laying down fire from his MP7A1. Suppression fire for the rest of the team to join him. As the rest of the sub team joined him he ducked down again and dropped the spent magazine out of the PDW, and slid a new one home, pocketing the empty magazine. He gunned down another of the remaining contacts. Force driving the man in the chest with seven well placed rounds. Moving on he peaked out and alot like Nikolaj got shot at by people outside. He ducked back down and grumbled, "Something tells me someone out there doesn't like us."

He drew a pair of smoke grenades after the order. And waited abit. Pulling the rings on the grenades at the same time, and hucking them out, getting a good split between the two, allowing them a decent coverage of smoke to move under. He switched weapons, putting the MP7 on safety, then holstering it, and uncinching his AR-10T again. Checking he had a full load, he opened fire with the team. The 7.62 rounds skittered down punching holes into walls, sending contacts running. He put down atleast one. He wasn't really intending too it just felt right. The first round took him in the knee, sending him into a falling sprawl. The second round caught him in the side. The last one punched through his shoulder. If he wasn't dead, he'd be paralyzed and bleed out where he lay. Tyler really didn't care at this point. "Cease fire! Cease up!" He relaxed his finger, resting it up on the trigger gaurd. The dust and smoke cleared. He had to smile. Pock marks and craters. Bullet holes and crevasses of devastation. What a sight. He quickly saved and cinched up his big rifle and redrew the MP7 as he fell in with Nikolaj and Goldfarb. He took the third position at the door. Ready to head in.

Click...boom, the door blasted inwards. Then nine crackling snaps as the Nine-bang went off. And he was hard on the Lead's heels.

He didn't fire a shot. Nikolaj and Goldfarb handled it fine. He helped clear the room then narrowed his eyes and for safeties sake pulled his mask up off his kit and slid it on. Sealing it around his head. he brought out Milly, his chemical detector then began to give the cache a careful look over. His weapon holstered he shook his head, "This is downright disgusting." He ran his detector over the entire room, making sure to get a good reading. Tyler nodded then pulled his mask off, attaching it to his kit again, "Well good news is. With the ventilation of the room, and the situation we have, we have no worries of an inhalation problem. Water run off isn't going to be a problem, to damned dry here for that. So ingestion won't be a problem either. When we get back to base, those of us who have been in here are going to have to do a full wash-down of our kit though. Residue will remain." He started checking the blocks, "We can't burn it. There's too much here. We'd never be sure if it all burned." He hrmed looking around the room, spotting some windows then grinning, and keyed into the group comms, "Ungern, Crowstep, message follows. How much det-cord and how many blasting caps do you have?" He smiled brightly, waiting for their EOD expert to reach the room with the information and the equipment they will need.