Firdaus almost emptied his shotgun into Seamus as he saw the Kingpin operative dash towards them. In the dim lighting, he looked almost like a pirate who had decided to go down in a blaze of glory. It would not be the first time he had seen that happen; some of the pirates in the Malacca Strait played hopscotch with the line between brave and insane. "Fuck, don't rush us like that, man." Firdaus said into his mic with a long sigh of relief as it became clear that Seamus was, in fact, not an enemy. The Malaysian walked briskly towards the Kingpin operative and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Good to see you. Lead the way." Firdaus said with a smile.

Virus, minus the two who had gone with the hostage, followed Seamus down a corridor of destroyed doors and bullet-ridden rooms. Some of them had a body in it, others did not. Firdaus heard Wei Jie give a grunt of approval as they passed a room with two dead pirates; evidently this was giving the Chinaman a good first impression of the teams assigned to Blackjack. "Are you sure there is anything left for us to do?" Kazue asked, no small amount of irritation in her voice. She had essentially spent the entirety of the last mission lying next to Geoffrey and calling out targets, not even shooting them herself.

"I hope so," Firdaus replied. 

Kazue harrumphed. "Next time, get someone else to be that Sinkie's spotter. I want to actually do my job."

"Noted," Wei Jie deadpanned, just as they reached the end of the corridor. With a few hand movements, he assigned Kazue and Firdaus their spots, though it was not as if there was a lot of space for them, the remainder of Kingpon as well as the entirety of Cobra team. Thus, it came as no surprise that the moment they were in position, Kingpin's breacher blew the wall. Doubtless, it was was to lessen the amount of time the teams spent in such cramped conditions where they were one grenade throw away from halving the total strength of R.E.S.C.E. 

Being quite far back in the formation, it took almost a second before Virus stormed through the hole in the wall. Firdaus picked his targets carefully before firing; the last thing he needed was collateral damage due to the spread of his shells. He left the targets which were too obscured by the smoke and floating debris to Kazue on his right. Her Type 89 persecuted and eliminated targets with almost stereotypical Japanese efficiency, spending no more than two rounds per target and almost all of them hitting center mass. To his left, Wei Jie simply opened fire with long bursts from his LMG, effectively shredding any hostile who was unfortunate or dumb enough to get in his way.