Scott kept up with Zhenya and Jan as they rappelled down the side of the building, kicking off every so many feet to bounce down the side of the metal and concrete face until they were at the entry point, boarded up with plywood. Leaning back, he let the rope take the strain as he waited for the charge to be attached. A cold wind blew, turned to a whistle by the vents in his helmet and the gap between his headset and ear, and he gritted his teeth against the winter cold. 
[quote]"Not bad, really."[/quote]
"Yeh, at least we have a nice view" he quipped back, rocking from foot to foot slightly as he waited in the brief few moments they had, checking his P-90. Jan nodded to him, and he took up the slack on his line again, ready to swing - literally - back into action. 

[quote]"One."[/quote]
Scott pushed off of the wall at the same instant the charge blew, swinging toward the cracked and smouldering plywood. His boots smashed through the flimsy, thin covering with his weight behind them, the crash of falling glass and the splintering crack of wood an accompaniment to the yelled of rough, accented voices shouting as he came through the window in a storm of motion. As soon as he hit the floor the P-90 was up and at his shoulder, firing at its' insanely high RoF. He caught one man with his back to him, half-crouched over a table, another coming out of a glass-walled office, his hands bringing up an AK. He pushed on as Jan barked out the word to move, dashing forward with the PDW glued to his shoulder. He saw a movement of shadow ahead, and sprayed the flimsy partition wall with rounds, rewarded with a man toppling out of cover, gurgling as he collapsed. Zhneya and Jan finished up the rest, and he quickly ejected the spent, cassette-like mag from the P-90, slapping another of the long magazines into place on the top of the receiver. 

Jan's next orders came through, and Scott nodded firmly. "Right," he replied in a clipped voice, tense with the numbers against them and the smell of blood and gunfire in the air. Moving on, he vaulted a low desk as Jan slid across another and they stacked up on the next door. He nodded briefly to his commander and friend, before booting the door open and sliding in, flowing around the frame like water. 
Already there were plenty more hostiles, and already they were angry. He didn't hesitate or think further; they were targets so down they went. The P-90 chattered as he worked the crowd, snap-shooting one of the tangoes in the upper chest, before ducking into cover and rolling around the edge to take another in the face. Another got a burst up his leg as it protruded from cover, and he went to his feet again, rounds from an uzi-wielder zipping just above his helmet. He cursed in a growl as he returned fire, driving the bad guy back into cover as he moved forward, taking cover behind a photocopier.