Markus was moving with a certain pace, smirking as he heard what he said.
"Maybe. But I'd invest my money a little more carefully myself. I think they're bound to have some toys. With money, comes a total lack of financial responsibility." He said, looking over, as they moved past the outhouse, a small summer shed, as they bounded towards the mansion.
"Contacts, rooftop. Two guards. Time your shot- you get the left, I have the right." He added, aware that the trees had covered the breach, as well as the fact that they had moved carefully through cover. As Markus waited on Eric, he followed up the shot, the FN F200 splintering the man's forehead, as they moved forwards, Markus leading the way as their crossed the garden, and towards the side of the villa, moving past a pool.
"25 to 28 security guards left. Not too bad." He added, looking over, as he put his visor down, pulling a breaching charge off his back.
"I hear a few movers inside. They're suspicious. Silencers off." Markus said, screwing it off the end of his rifle, as he then looked to the Canadian, smirking, as he moved around and slapped the flat charge onto the door, pulling the trigger as he moved back, looking over to him, as he checked the rifle.
"Knock knock, motherfuckers!" He said cockily, as the door then erupted.

It was an inward explosion, as it blew inside, throwing down one man as Markus followed in, covering left as he took out two men. They'd been rallied- even with the silenced rounds, the occupant of this house was paranoid, even though this was something that had an unwarrented response. The vague silenced shots could have easily been birdcalls. They bodies hadn't been found. But this paranoia was a problem. A problem to take on. It was a few clicks of the trigger, and two men in the kitchen were dead, as a bullet or two grazed Markus, as they charged inwards, clearing the kitchen out in a few seconds. They pushed forwards, through the huge lounge, as he found cover behind a wall, a small security detailing rifling the walls with AK12 and G36 fire. They had Western weaponry, and this wasn't something common in the hands of this militia- this was a well armed private mercenary group, and somehow, Markus knew that this was a limited scope. The wider group was armed with mainly Russian kit, and this was just what a detail would have to blend in. But it was well aimed, and these suits were proving their worth, as Markus moved around, feeling the kick of one 5.45 round as he took out a guard, taking him down as he was thrown to his feet.
"Through the lounge! Shit, he has a big TV!" Markus said, calling it out as he found cover behind a couch, out of the fire as he reloaded, then switching to the 40mm as he shot over the sofa. The 40mm round detonated on the far wall, blowing a hole in the plasterboard, blowing it into pieces, as he then accurately fired on a man thrown by the grenade, letting Eric push through the rest of the lounge, a big half a storey-separated room.