(REBOOT- Silverwind I believe is next up to post, I'll write something short and set up the next segment. Carry on lads.)

The grenade detonated with a deafening noise, Jan feeling the force as he felt himself barely by the side of the mudbrick door, at least staying out of the main spray of the shrapnel. The blast kicked his lungs hard, it felt vividly painful to some extent, and wasn't something that even his plate carrier would stop entirely. Coughing hard, Jan clambered back up, his shortened 870 to hand, as he looked to the others, the seconds feeling like hours, as he knew that there was one man, and he was a runner.
"Fuck! Aim for the leg, that bastard's got what we're looking for!" Jan yelled, as Neil, checking his own AUG, pushed up behind, the team re-entering the room. They needed to clear the house, and quickly- one of the canisters was possibly going to leave the building, and giving them time to think about a coherent plan wouldn't work well in Lima's favor
"Scott, on point- I'll back you up, you know the drill. Zhenya, Wendy, sweep upstairs, check every corner, Neil, maintain rear security. We ain't letting this prick run." Jan said authoritatively to the team, as he swept through with the reloaded 870, the three plus one rounded weapon tactile and useful in a scenario such as this. Moving up, the 870 raised, he stuck behind Scott, covering his back from anything that threatened to flank or outsweep them.