For every operation, Krauss likes to put himself in a certain frame of mind. He's seen enough that often he will relate the current situation to one of his past operations, so that he better predict the enemy and know what to expect. Now for this particular job, Krauss hadn't really decided what it could be like to his past operations. Operation Hauptmann was so far the closest candidate, but as he sighed, crouching and once again wiped the blood of a good man off his face, bullets shredding the room, he knew what this was like. 

"Fucking Warsaw all over again." he muttered, taking cover on the floor. Before Mr. Hobbes had been hit, he had mentioned Krauss's equipment upstairs. He was about to make a run for it, as he wanted to start suppressing those drones out their A-sap, but he was stopped before he could make the trip.  

"You, come with me. We're gonna go out into the hallway and take out any sons of bitches who try to come in." Scheiße! His beloved Kerbos Panzer Armor was going to have to wait. Grabbing the PKM he had been just previously admiring, he made his way towards the acting squad leader, also quickly grabbing a few belts of ammo, as they made their way towards the door. Krauss immediately positioned his weapon on a side table in the hallway facing the front door. The door which was already about to be broken down.  

"Miss Polizistin, I didn't think the enemy would be so desperate to test this team's skills. Shall I answer in kind?" Krauss said, focusing on the door.