Pavel looked over at Ariana, as Sarah breached, quickly flanking the last three militants out. Pavel moved from his cover, a full magazine in as he looked over at the two, before pointing ahead, raising his gun as he spoke.
"Right ahead, they've got to be there. Liam, ready the van, we're about to finish this." Pavel said, as he looked over at the two, moving with a combat stance as he moved forward, his pale hands gripping the Czech weapon tightly. Moving up, he leant against a breezeblock, looking over at Ariana.
"Okay, I think they're here. Identify, shoot anyone, we get them out. Prep a flash Ariana- Sarah, make sure that nobody cuts us up from the rear, we can't spare to fill this room with buckshot. On my mark, straight in." Pavel said, looking at the weak wooden door as he knew that when she had it ready, he'd pelt the door in with his foot.

Meanwhile, from his position Liam had moved, running down the hill towards the van as he slid down part of the embankment, already gunning it towards the driver's seat. Throwing himself in, he started the cold diesel engine, water still pissing down as lightening struck and the thunder almost a second later boomed loudly, as the engine of the Transporter ignited into life. With wheelspin, Liam drove straight ahead, his pistol out as he saw a single man head towards the front entrance. Pulling his own P226 out, he cocked it as he took both hands off the steering, and let the window down. Slowing down, he saw the man and shot randomly at him, clipping him once as Liam then pulled hard on the handbrake and used the chance to focus the weapon, skidding as he put two clean 9mil rounds through his skull. Shifting gears clunkily, he put it into reverse, and moved towards the door, unaware of what was inside.

Pavel watched Ariana, as he knew it was time.
"Okay. Let's do this." He simply said, as his heel slammed into the weak wooden door, and it banged wide open, leaving the chance for Ariana to bundle the flashbang in. He kept himself back, as he knew it would sting like fuck if you were unlucky enough to be in there. Pavel hung back, already raising the SA-58 as the loud bang sent a vibration through the wall, being non-lethal but a devastating weapon. Pavel swept in first, as he swept the left, aware that breaching tactics in this sort of scenario demanded precision and movement tactics. Pavel knew that Ariana would have the right, and together, they had the room covered. In what felt almost like an adrenaline fuelled movement, time felt slow, as Pavel slammed two rounds into the lungs of one militant, before shooting another in the head, and turning harder to put an innaccurate spray into one that had been out of his sight initially. Sweeping round, he saw the two Germans lying down at the end of the room, and Ariana almost effortlessly cover her side, as Pavel's rush wore slowly off. He slid into cover by a concrete post, shooting a single man at the end of the room, as the mag ran out. Letting the SA-58 downwards, he scooped his pistol out as he knew that Ariana had his back, and almost reflextively, put the quickest of shots into the last man in the room, the 9mm CZ75 filling three shots in the last militant. Pavel exhaled hard, cursing as he looked over, and wiping his brow, aware that they had been lucky. He stepped over and saw the two on the floor- one a young man, hardly any older than himself, and a more senior looking female, who had clearly been crying for the time she had been in captivity, and somehow ran out. Pavel looked over, as he had to make the news simple.
"Liam, we found them, get the doors open and let's get the fuck out of here." Pavel simply said, wiping the sweat off his brow as he untied the young-20 something and uttered what little German he knew to tell him to follow behind.