Osprey was last up, fixing the boat after all of Virus had headed up, as they followed up Virus, keeping behind. Wojtek left this to Virus, aware that they had the point- this was a real case of too many chefs, not enough cooks in regards to manuevering round doors. The three teams aboard, now including Virus, had this under control. Wojtek swept out the foredeck of the Odessa as the rest of his team got up, Thor's C8 raised as they swept out any nooks and crannies, the wet deck below the team's sand-soaked boots a strange feeling. They swept the containers, checking them over once more, before then moving back to the bridge, moving up the stairs as lasers were on, and the team had generally had their shit together. They moved through the bridge, Wojtek nodding to Wei as they secured the hostage, before moving back out onto the aft deck, onto the helipad, looking underneath for any stragglers. Nothing. There was nothing up top, at least for now.

They followed Virus, Wojtek keeping behind as they swept into any room that Virus had cleared out, each and every man of Osprey searching under beds, wardrobes or in ducts for anyone that was hiding. They weren't the lead force, but somehow, Wojtek knew that the other three teams had this under control- and the lower bowels of the ship needed securing, from here on out. 

(Not a lot I can do on my end. I assume we're almost there.)