Nikolaj looked over to the rest of the team, nodding to Dima's request, as he looked over.
"We blow it up. Splendid, I suggest we all get fucking moving, nobody who isn't qualified to handle copious amounts of explosives is to get the fuck out of the building. Blue, Red, rally up on me, unless you happen to be Ungern or Crowstep, we are leaving this shithole, this is exactly what we came for." The First Sergeant added, as he gave the order, waiting for Volkov to muster her men, before going thorugh the door. Rifle raised, they moved slowly, Nikolaj keepng the point as they headed back out of the building through the same route that they entered.

Moving out of the building, Nikolaj knew the other team was following out, as he set up a position, taking a knee as he let MSgt Volkov take her fireteam through, letting his fireteam cover as they kept an eye on the end of the road, as Nikolaj stood up, looking around to his team, before then continuing on, bounding and moving up the road, in Volkov's stead. He kept his F2000 raised high, scanning the area as he pushed forward, aware that there was still a lot of tension to be had. For now, they hadn't run into any enemy forces, and rather, they had withdrawn as quickly as they had entered, this time without guns blazing and all hell raining down around them. 

Finding a semi-sheltered position down the road, a number of Dutch forces were also rallying around at this point, Sgt Jansen's team included. Nikolaj looked over, the Viking parked up, alongside some of Jansen's men, who were covering the area down the rad.
"Okay, let's keep a perimeter, be ready for any surprises. We'll call this our trigger point, nicely found, Sergeant." Nikolaj ordered over the radio, as he looked across the team, looking for a particular Explosives Specialist for what would happen next. He made the remark to the Dutch figure in particular, who was holding by the trailer of the Viking, a M249 mounted up and able to cover down the road for any more forces that might have been in the area. Since they had entered, the noise of conflict had died down- it felt like this town had been swept out hard, and that the forces occupying it had chosen to run rather than fight back, something that hardly surprised Nikolaj. 
"Dima, if you see no problems, you're clear to detonate, get rid of our PETN." The Dane said, looking across to the Russian soldier, moving up towards a doorway by another damaged building, looking out on the half-destroyed apartment block.
"Everyone, I would find a piece of hard cover, we might be outside that blast radius but when it goes off, it's going to kick up some serious dust!" Nikolaj added, over the comms, as he watched Dima get to work on setting the blasting cap. The Techs had run the wire out to here, and now, they had the capability to do some serious boom, from afar. With most of the enemy forces running, it would be a foolhardy and stupid idea to go back in, as Nikolaj provided security from his position, F2000 lowered but up against his shoulder, ready to be raised at the single hint of trouble. Adjsting his Ops Core on his head, he nodded, watching on as he prepared his ears. It was going to be loud, and he put his shemagh up to his nose, knowing that the area would be filled with dust too.

(It's short, but effectively, it gives us an opportunity to revive this RP a little...with a bang. Anyone is free to post, in whatever order, taking in the events of the previous post too if you still haven't posted. If this does not happen by the time I next post, this being roughly a week and a half to two weeks from now, I will assume that you can't keep up- if you have written to me or I know of a reason why you aren't posting, whatever it is then fine, but if not, then I am going to assume the worst.)