Zhenya entered the room alongside Wendy just as the man uttered his words. Immediately, the Russian shouldered his rifle and aimed it square at the man's chest, though he was certainly not going to fire. The captain's appearance seemed to only further aggravate the situation, but Wendy put a quick end to it when she pulled off a couple of impressive shots; the first into the man's wrist, and the second into his head. However, any hopes of an end to the mission were quickly dashed when the captain informed the team that the dead man was, in fact, not their target. Zhenya followed the captain as they rushed out of the compound and onto the streets of the surrounding city.

"Ahead," Zhenya said in between breaths, keeping an eye on the Mercedes they were following. It seemed like a fool's errand, to chase a car on foot, and through such a cluttered city, no less, but they had to at least try. Grozny had already been hit, the last thing anyone needed was for one more city to be wiped out by whatever chemical the TIAF were manufacturing and fielding. At the back of his mind, however, Zhenya toyed with the idea of perhaps using the TIAF chemicals to strike at their own homebase. A sort of poetic justice, but Zhenya knew that it could only ever be a fantasy. There was no way the captain and NATO would approve of such an action, and neither would Russia. The Soviet Union, maybe, but definitely not Russia.

Zhenya made a hasty left turn as he followed the vehicle, but soon lost track of it as it blended in among the dozens of cars on the streets. Looking behind him, he noticed much to his dismay that he had been separated from the captain from the confusion. Taking in a deep breath, he assessed the situation and came up with the best course of action. If he could get to high ground, he could at least try to relocate the vehicle by making an educated guess about its path. With that in mind, Zhenya continued following the car's last known path, continuing past the area where had lost sight of it and entering a nearby apartment block. It must have been a strange and terrifying sight for the residents to see a fully armed Russian running up the stairs, and even scarier for the family at the very top floor, whose door Zhenya broke down while yelling for them to remain calm. It worked about as well as he had hoped, meaning to say not at all. The father made a brave show of standing up to the Russian, but a few quick words convinced him to just sit down and wait.

Zhenya walked to the window and looked out at the city below, looking though the scope of his rifle. He spotted many cars of a Mercedes-make, but only one was driving erratically, trying to go around traffic rather than waiting it out like the rest. That had to be the one; no one else would even try to drive like a character out of the Fast and Furious in such an environment. That was the good news. The bad news was that Zhenya had somehow managed to get ahead of the car. Maybe they had taken a few turns, not at all an outlandish idea considering that Scott was probably tailing them in the Humvee. Regardless, Zhenya knew he had to act fast; the insurgents were approaching a crowded junction where they could easily disappear.

"Thank you," Zhenya said tersely to the family as he bolted past them and back down the stairs. He rushed back out onto the streets, working from memory as to which route the car was on. From what he had seen, there were almost no side-streets that were accessible by car, so it had to be driving in a straight line towards the junction. He soon reached the mouth of the junction, or at least one of its mouths. It was about as chaotic as he had imagined. Horns blared all around, people were gesturing wildly and swearing at one another. Still, cars were moving and Zhenya had to put a stop to that. A frozen junction would easily act as a massive roadblock for the target vehicle. "Zhenya to Lima. Target vehicle is en route to junction near city center." He reported over the radio. "I will stop them. Wait."

He ran towards a convoy of trucks, most likely just transiting though the city after delivering supplies to a region undergoing reconstruction. With the length of each truck and the number of them in the convoy, a stop by any of them would easily put a dent in the insurgents' plans. Zhenya dodged and weaved through the traffic, getting sworn at with each car he ran across, but soon he reached the leading truck just as it was about to turn into another road. He ran in front of it and pointed his rifle straight at the driver. "Stop!" Zhenya yelled and held his hand out. As expected, the terrified driver slammed on the brakes. The entire convoy came to a halt, disrupting traffic. Adding to the growing gridlock were the number of motorists who had either stopped or slowed down to see what was going on. "Zhenya to Lima, Junction is now at a standstill."