[b]Neo-Umbrella's Siberian Facility[/b]
[i]3...2...1...Time's up,[/i] Pelinal thought. He nodded at Ronly Jones, who delicately tossed the grenade into the warehouse. Rolling with a barely-noticeable rattling sound, it gently tapped against a massive shipping container. With a loud 'pssssh' noise, the grenade released a prodigious supply of opaque, stinging tear gas that filled the warehouse within seconds. Hampus and Clifford Nobles' lungs filled with the gas as it enveloped them.

"Secure masks, and secure with LTL force," Sergeant Pelinal ordered, as both squads rounded the doorway's corners and began stalking through the warehouse. It appeared that most guards had come outside during the battle, but it was best to be safe when dealing with armed individuals.

 "Get down on your knees or be terminated!" Flint Marko shouted to the warehouse in general, as he searched for hostiles. Listening intently and acting quickly, he managed to catch a fleeing guard in the back with his boot as he tried to escape to fresh air. As the guard was sent sprawling, Marko leaped down and held the guard down with his foot. "Don't move, creep." he snarled.

Private Ingvar managed to find Hampus and Clifford as they coughed and sputtered, and raised his gun. "Both of you, lay down with your hands behind your head. Now!" Realizing that it probably wouldn't do to obliterate his targets, Ingvar switched his Lawbreaker to use Standard rounds. Though a gunshot would invariably be fatal to Hampus and immediately life-threatening to Clifford, Ingvar didn't want to paint his mask with blood again. Lieutenant Morgan was [i]pissed[/i] the last time he did that!