Tyler took position on one of the far edges of the spear point formation. He pulled his own NVGs down over his eyes. Just a two lens like normal. Just straight up bifocal rather then a mono focal or the bosses fancy four lens panorama view NVGs, he wanted to get a pair like that. Would be really useful. He made due for now of course. He tucked his C8 up close to his shoulder, moving in tight conjunction with the group. He joined in on alley clearing, he kept his weapon light off for now. No reason to have a small bright sun pinpointing his position. He caught up to the rest of the group after covering an alley. He got to see the backsides of the soldiers heading higher up towards the main camp. He kept one of them pinned through his C79, just in case the order came to tap them. It'd be easy too, he kept the man in his sight until they were outside of effective range. Then took up a covering position, sighting down a main road, as the others went into the building. He kept his weapon straight ahead, he didn't make the mistake of sweeping his weapon back and forth and thus providing a visual cue to anyone who might be looking that there is someone there. Instead he kept his eyes open, keeping his movement to a minimum, watching, moving his eyes more then his body. Nothing came, which he could felt down about. He could vaguely hear the action within. Merlin's devastating first strike and the follow up by another of the team. He smiled a little, nothing like a well oiled top tier team to mess shit up.

As the order came for himself and Wolf to move to the next building he whispered an acknowledgment into his throat mic, "Roger, Wilco." He got up from his position carefully, and motioned to Wolf with a nod. He took point. He cinched his rifle up tight to his chest, drew his Hi-Power, clicked off the safety and pulled his P-Sark off his shoulder. With a flick of the quick release catch the 4 inch curved blade popped out and locked in place. He moved his way down the street, keeping to shadow and cover. It was 40 meters but still alot of room. And wouldn't be a picnic. He hadn't gone more then ten when he heard movement. He motioned for Wolf to get down, and waited along the wall. A patrol of two walking out of a small little alley, barely large enough to allow them to walk shoulder to shoulder. He stepped in as the second man cleared the alley. He caught the rearward man with the slide of his pistol, right on the nerve coming up off the shoulder. That one nerve that will drop nearly anyone for a good few moments. He fell like a brick. The second man started to turn until Tyler stepped in, jumped off his right foot and drop kicked the man in the spine, then landed on the back of his head with the same foot. There was a soft squish as something happened to his face and the back of his skull as the heavy combat boot crunched something. The other man had fallen to his knees, Tyler swung on him and made two quick motions with his P-Sark, snick-snack. That was it. The man's throat opened up on the front with two deep cuts. Tyler finished it off with a knee to the face.

He fell into a crouch aiming down the alley they had come from. When no more motion came he motioned for Wolf to continue. He made quick work of the bodies. Burying one under a mass of garbage and refuse. It'd take some time to find under there. The other he shoved under one of the houses. That would be an interesting one. If anyone thought to look it'd take awhile to find the body. He caught up to Wolf as they got to the house.

He checked their six carefully, whispering into his mic, "Alright, so what shall we do? One back one front ma'am? Or go the front and hell or high water the place? On your mark."