(Sheet, forgot to post.)
(Also, going to mention- is it okay if Eric finds a pair of Hypercars in the garage? Just as a sort of...well, you'll see. Particularly, one McLaren P1, you can choose the other.)

Markus moved up, shooting the man that shot Eric, moving up through the hole in the wall he created, as he fired on another plasterboard wall, connecting the lounge to the office. The wall blew in, as a few kevlar-armored men moved out, quickly sent down by another 40mm, followed by a volley of fire from the F2000, which meant that they couldn't last long at all. Moving in, Markus looked around, then back at Eric.
"Hooking up the sat connector now. We need to upload the data from this machine. I think this is him." He said, pointing to the floor, the anti-climactic fact that the HVT was dead not being too much of a problem, as Markus shrugged his shoulder, getting around as he plugged in the box of tricks. It was a well-lit office, to say the least, the PC was just some generic model, like most of this house was- a modernist and nice place, but nothing special.
"Upload's going, give me time. Once that's done, we're extracting somehow. Shit, head to the garage- we might be able to drive out of here, under fire but fast." He said, as he could only guess that something fast was down there. Markus worked through the intel, as he got it going, bullets streaming through the plasterboard, as he took hits.
"Schiesse!" He yelled, his Bavarian accent just making it ever more classical as he fired back through the holes in the plasterboard, the noise of men going down on the other side rather than him being a little better. He felt knocked up however, it had hit hard, and he knew the armor was built to take some fire, not a lot. He moved around the corner and used his Glock, the cable making sure he couldn't accidentally holster it incorrectly as he switched back to the F2000. Moving up, he covered the area behind him, the floor rattling with bullets being fired, as he went back inside.
"50 percent!" He yelled, as the noise of a helicopter in the distance could be heard.
"Fuck that sound! Does not sound good!" He added, just praying that wasn't some sort of QRF. Perhaps they wanted to pull this man out, or were simply a more advanced security team. He headed to the window, and saw it. It was a AS565 Panther, a French Naval helicopter. But sold to the Chinese, and also sold to a lot of other countries, as a highly-advanced uttility and even attack helicopter. He couldn't make out if it was armed, but no doubt there was a well trained team of respondents coming, and as much as Markus knew he had ammo, they'd never last through that. Extraction from the villa would need to be speedy.