Osprey's Marksman Team moved with a certain eloquence, as Scot and Bird set up in position, sweeping the small house before getting up on the roof. Bipod down, Scot looked down the optic, looking at the beam of light searching around, with the wire fence nothing that could be in their way.
"Got you, Virus Three. We've got a wire fence, I got eyes on our increased contacts. Two more technicals. Shit. I ping at least five to seven more people than we expected. I'm good to take a shot from here, minimal wind, it's about 2m/s north, little correction needed. It seems like this fucker's got an event on." Scot said, as he adjusted his beanie, Bird wearing her baseball cap backwards as to not get in the way of her NVG set, as she engaged her IR pointer on the target, her C8 raised. The rooftop had a corregated iron composition, and a few spare panels on the top of it, completely rusted. The Osprey Marksman team had dragged a part of it over, and it meant that they were effectively covered, on the shack-like structure, looking natural in low light conditions. The team only wore their regular desert camoflage- with Bird's CADPAT Desert, and Scot's AOR1 not perhaps being a sniper's ettiquette, but being useful for the marksman team at this point. It gave them adaptability, no doubt, and was lighter than a ghillie. They weren't snipers- Bird was merely there to spot targets, and keep an overwatch, knowing well that she'd be off the mark in accuracy compared to Scot.

Wojtek, Czech and Thor were moving with pace, following them up from the North-East, going past the house, IR strobes on their shoulders. They wore fairly standardized Special Forces kit, being moreover for the three an AOR1 camoflaged BDU, a plate carrier and vest, as well as general acessories such as GPSes, pouches, as well as aptly camoflaged Predator 45 rucksacks- British Army kit, that did more than enough of the job out here. They moved along a small, shallow dried up stream bed, moving past some dead reeds as they moved up to a form-up position. It was 150m across, and that was right to the front door. It would be hard to get in, but no doubt, this was a start.
"Thor, get Carly Boy ready. Careful with the backblast- check your six before you fire, or we'll have a repeat of Mali. We're going to need him to blow up one of those vehicles if need be, once Virus is ready. Czech, you set up the MG, bipod down here. Me and Thor will be the movers, and we'll need to lob smoke across to then cover this. Cause as much anarchy as possible. After all, fucking Wei has a grenade launcher, of all things. He doesn't give a fuck." Wojtek said, chuckling, looking to Czech.
"Crazy Chinese. They train their soldiers with a different mentality to us...but if it gets the job done, it ain't stupid. So where's your grenade launcher, Czech?" Wojtek said, jokingly, as Czech turned to him.
"I've carried part of a Mark 19, and fuck that, thanks. There are big strongmen who can do that if they want. I'm a fucking machinegunner, not a fucking beast of burden." He said, as Wojtek chuckled, aware that this was just a lull. The dried streambed was a good position to move from, as Wojtek observed, looking in.
"Virus, Osprey Actual and assault team is ready to move. Let me know once you hit the brothel. It's on your word- we shoot the light, make some noise when you feel like it." Wojtek simply said over the radio, as he aimed down the magnified Holographic sight, looking at the contacts moving around. He could see the Bofors was unmanned, but close to a set of chatting guards, around a fire, that was put up in the middle of the fenced-off compound. They wouldn't hit the main compound, but rather, go towards the fence, and the explosion would undoubtedly blow part of it down. Otherwise, just breaking out the wire cutters was an option, or clambering over, with cover. It would be tricky, but it was a minor obstruction- something they could deal with, no matter. There was a hubub in his house, and while the spotlight wasn't in their direct view, Wojtek knew they had to play it safe, for now at least. When Virus was ready, he could give the word, and the marksman team would unleash hell, killing the spotlight and the guards that were elevated. Then decimating the people in the open, and hell would raise on from the Carl Gustav.

(MAP- look to the bushes of the map of Long Arm, the north-east corner.)