Jan moved through, watching Wendy take the shot as he knew that Wendy had done what he had seen in the corner of his eye, and capitalized on the chance, the round going through his hand and then his head, in a flawless and almost machine-perfect motion. The man dropped back, bloody as the 9mm rounds punched a pair of holes, and Jan darted forwards, already moving the detonator in such a way that it was away from the man, in any circumstance.
"Jan, we got permission to shoot?" Jan heard again, as he looked over at the body, the voice through his headset, which was attached to his Ops Core helmet, now beginning to become loud and clear.
"Hold it, aim for tyres only if they make a move. Kurwa, that was close." He said, looking over at the canisters and explosives, before realizing something.
"This isn't it. Not the same guy, not the same markings. Other one didn't have a beard..." Jan said, aware that the chemical warheads weren't active, but were remotely detonated, if he could infer the detonation process. As he opened up one of the secure metal canisters, he saw the inside, the protective metal casing and the only thing between Jan and a dose of chemicals that would turn his body into an unresponsive heap of meat now what was left. But there wasn't anything. It was only the outer metal casing, no inner that housed the chemical weapon itself.
"And these are empty...they wouldn't detonate anything like this here, no fucking effect...Wendy, Neil, avoid direct fire on the canister man, but suppress the vehicle up! Scott, run for the HMWWV and follow down the street to us- Zhenya, with me. I really don't like what we're about to do..." Jan said, as he pushed it back sealed, stepping over the dead man's body, as he switched back to his 416. Extending the stock back out and checking the M145's top sight, Jan pushed downstairs, moving two steps at a time, as he heard the noise of gunfire outside.

Neil ran out, headed towards the front wall, already keeping down as AKM fire poured overhead from the vehicle. Peeking over, he laid down fire from the AUG, aiming for the vehicle in general, as they clambered in, and the engine, already running, rumbled louder, signalling the end of the rough and ready AKM fire across the housefront. Firing the rest of the mag of the AUG, Neil cursed, angry that he hadn't fired earlier with Scott, as the vehicle began to barely skid away, Jan, Wendy and Zhenya now rushing out the front.
"Move!" Jan yelled in general, as he kept the 416 high, civilians running back into cover behind benches and bus stops or whatever street furniture there was, as he ran down the sidewalk, occasionally popping off a stray of fire, as the Mercedes' occupants were clearly too focused on getting out, rather than laying down rear supressive fire.
"Rest of you, get in the jeep and move up the road! They're about to take a right, traffic is teeming but we can snatch them- just pull over at our position, Scott, and we'll continue the chase." Jan added, as he knew that in this gear, running was hard, but a necessity. Civilians kept out of the way, as the pair ran down the road, aware that things were going from bad to worse. Running across the road, almost getting hit by a speeding old Renault of some sort, Jan barged through some stall, aware he wasn't on good terms with the locals anyway, aware Zhenya was sticking close behind. Since the HMWWV with the M2 GPK atop it was about 300m down the road from the house they had just raided, running would keep up some element of vehicular tracking for now, or at least, would buy enough time to understand where the terrorists were going. They were going to have to deploy this in a market, or a square of some sort for maximum effect- not in a moving vehicle, since that wouldn't allow for the initial bloom of the chemicals to spread rapidly, and instead, would be far too ineffective. And for that, Jan knew that keeping up with where they were taking it was going to be crucial, as to stop this- even if it meant almost sprinting down across a busy roadway to at least keep an visual on where it was going to turn. Jan only begged in his mind that traffic would at least stop them from going any faster. These thoughts were rough and tumble, the heat biting hard as Jan's breath sagged in places, the Captain just trying to keep pace for however best he could.