Carl nodded, trailing Ross, then breaking off and making his way up the stairs. As he went up a concussion grenade came clacking down. Carl pressed his front against the stairway wall and weathered the sound and flash. A few of the men upstairs began firing down into the stairwell. Carl growled, turning, his ears rung from the grenade, but he wasn't even remotely concerned. He headed up the stairs, M249 chattering punching up through the wood and mortar barrier at the top of the stairwell. He jackhammered rounds through the wall and wood, and heard cries of pain, death and horror. By the time he made it to the top he saw men running, trying to find new defensive positions. His LMG roared as it cut through the wooden and brick cover. He hammered into them cutting them down, no mercy here. You don't kill off good soldiers, and leave one hanging rotting and festering. Carl knew only rage at the moment. He just wasn't going to let these shitheads get off with it.

He swept through 90% of the upper floor when Ross called him up, [i]"Carl, I got our SEALs alive. Come down to the kitchen. If you want, you can drag a survivor in."[/i] Carl let out a sigh of relief, "Fuckin' Eh, Cap. I'll be down in a moment." He tossed a pair of frags into the last room he was about to clear. listening to the frantic yelling, and even teep kicking one man back into the room.

He walked away as the frags went off. Ripping apart the last of them. On the way back he encountered man who somehow managed to get away from it all just barely alive. He grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the room, "Hey, found this guy outside. Managed to get away with just a round to the ribs. Anyone wanna take care of him?" He tossed the man to the floor in front of the SEALs, "Someone can take care of this guy if they want." He then gave the SEALs a fist bump each, "Follow us now. I almost feel sorry for them now."

Carl and Ross lead the way. Taking the attention off the unarmored SEALs. Carl took a number of rounds to the chest, but gunned down atleast three more in tune with Ross' three. Carl also winged a few others, but not killing them. He snarled, "Half mags? I think I'm pissing mine away. Might be less then a quarter left." Just as he said that he heard a click, "Well fuck. Reloading!" He dumped the empty mag off his LMG, leaving the unmarked ammo bag lying. He quickly reloaded the another 150 round ammo bag onto his M249. Flipping the belt over into the receiver and pulling the loading handle. Right back to business, it all took him about 2 and a half seconds to pull off. "Anytime we wanna leave?" He pulled a pair of C13 frags out, "Explosive Ordanance used up! I got nothing but C4 left over." He spun around as he felt rounds dig into his back armor. Seeing a technical racing towards them. He shouted out, "Clear my back blast!" He let his LMG dangle, and pulled the Carl G off his shoulder, quickly loading a Dual Purpose Rocket off his back into the tube. Then let if fly, hitting the engine of the technical and sending it tumbling to land against the front side of a closed up store. Carl slotted his Recoiless Rifle back over his shoulder and grabbed up his LMG again, "Let's get while the gettings good Cap! We got our boys. I say we beat feet as fast as we fucking well can before they manage to let everyone else know we're here."