(Sorry about the lack of my thought process. I really do need to keep up with this.)

Neil looked over, already set as Zhenya had the charge placed. As it went off, blowing the obstacle inside out the way and rupturing the door, Neil charged in, moving on the left as he assessed the situation, with two on the floor from the shrapnel. Five 5.56 bullets quickly slotted the two with clean body shots, whilst a third further down the room, a little further from the blast, attempted to respond. Neil sent four rounds his way, two taking his abdomen and one in the head, knocking him straight to the ground, as time gradually crept back to normal. Looking at Zhenya, the room cleared, they pushed ahead, Zhenya two-shotting an insergent with a rapid burst from the AN-94, reminding Neil why that weapon was so formidable after all. Moving behind, he scanned the area, and going back into the corridor, took one one last insergent who had positioned himself badly, one AK shot slamming into the ceiling as Neil slotted two rounds into his chest.
"Yeah, we're clear. Look around, we're looking for a canister here." Neil said, as he looked over at Zhenya- Neil himself adjusting his helmet and plate carrier, as he put a new magazine into his AUG. Going into the breached room, he couldn't see anything but bodies and a small store of weapons, and going into the next room, nothing neither. Neil had a bad feeling that this wasn't the place- and knew that if Zhenya found nothing too, that they'd be fighting hard to get this. 
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Meanwhile in the courtyard, Jan ran with his head low, a grenade further in the distance kicking up shrapnel as he slid into cover by an old Volksvagen Golf of sorts. Peeking over, he found two targets, one with a GP-25 strapped to his AK. Jan peeked carefully from his crouching position, and sent a two couples of 5.56 rounds, bullets slamming into the metal of the car and kicking up dust as Scott and Wendy continued the suppression fire, this time pinning them down.
"Okay, Wendy, Scott, on my position! Neil, give me a sit rep on that house!" Jan yelled over comms, having to raise his voice due to the gunfire that was close.
"We're still looking, we'll get your rear once we're done here, out." Neil replied, the noise of 7.62 fire meeting 5.56 rounds was loud as fuck.
Jan himself up, as he looked over at what Scott and Wendy had done, the building at this point riddled with shots and anyone that was there dead.
"Right, they're doing two things. They're all dead, or they've fallen back to regroup. Stay close you two- Neil and Zhenya have got our backs, we sweep out every room and make sure that we get this." Jan simply said, looking at Wendy and Scott, aware of the former's wound in her leg. It had been patched up to a decent extent by Scott, but even still, it was going to need a look at sooner rather than later. Flipping a new PMAG from his plate carrier, Jan dropped the magazine out of his 416 and replaced it, grabbing the falling mag as he then looked back, moving at a combat pace as he kept his weapon raised.

"I really hope that Iraqi team up front held out if we did force them out. Shit, if they're going their way, they won't stand a chance in a sustained firefight. Civies too. Scott, stack up on that door, right side. Wendy, go on his side too, fully automatic with that thing- you take middle, I'll get us the door opened." Jan simply said, as he lowered his 416, pulling out his compacted 870 from his hip- one in particular with the stock sawn-off and a shortened barrel. It was perfect for breaching, but not so much for combat, due to the lack of accuracy it now had thanks to the barrel length. Wedging it into the hinge, aware that they'd have had the sense to probably lock it behind.
"Okay...I'll sweep right, we'll move through the rooms quickly and rapidly. Scott, go for your sidearm- you take point and go left, kick the fucker down. Sarah, make a following sweep, stick close." Jan said, adjusting his Wiley sunglasses, the stubbled Pole in his desertified and dusted PUMA camouflage on his BDU looking prepared. Pulling the trigger on the 870, the hinge blew open, as Jan shoved it into the one closer to the top, shooting another shell as the entire door almost collapsed. Shoving two more rounds into the weapon, as Scott got to work on kicking the now unsupported door down, he knew that this time, that this was it. No ifs, no buts. The faster they got this, the better. And Jan knew that he didn't want another Grozny happening here. That sickened him to death, just that idea in itself. It wasn't going to happen, not on his watch.
"Go go go!" Jan yelled, as the door came down, Jan moving from his position on the left of the door and inside on the right, the compact 870 raised and now prepared to cement pellets into any target it found.