Bloodshot let the momentum of his swing carry him around to face the direction the man had gone, his eyes catching the last flash of white as the man disappeared and his ears noting the dull thud in the dirt. His eyes flashed down and the item was revealed to be a block of C4, primed and ready for its power to be harnessed. It took him all of half a second after it struck the ground to put a single bullet through the detonator. Without that, the stuff won't go off even if you light it on fire. Convenient, innit?

With the problem of the C4 out of the way, Bloodshot turned to the building Mordem had disappeared behind and stared it down. Wooden construction, half rotted in places from age and lack of maintenance. Not the kind of place that's well suited to taking hits from armor piercing bullets. "Ping." An audio command to Bloodshot's helmet that would be inaudible from outside it. The helmet complied by activating its penetrating radar feature and dousing the building ahead with concentrated radio waves, revealing the location of everything inside (or outside and nearby) that had more mass than a tablecloth. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."