Jan kept on Scott's rear, the conference room turning to total anarchy, a little more furnished than any of the other rooms. An LCD screen on the far side was plastered in bullets, and there was a lot of enemies, just crowding into the place, Jan covering Scott's movement to the photocopier as a nifty piece of cover. He slid behind one of the desks and kicked it over, bullets planting in as he shot one of the men suppressing Scott, before ducking down, aware he was taking heat, Uzi man dead.
"Do it Zhenya, clear each and every room, go fast. Be ready for shotguns or close quarter weaponry on the other side. Lay shots into the top quarter, then kick the door in. Bullets go through plywood like paper. Cut down on explosives from here. We're close, and if we dent that canister, we're going to fuck ourselves even worse. This is bad- they're going to be in the next room. Once you're ready, set up another breaching point on the door leading through to the one we're in position by. We'll have two points of entry, and since the stairwell is at the other end, we should be able to neutralize these goons." Jan noted, as he looked over to Scott, nodding as he moved up, the room littered with bodies from Scott's pointmanship.
Moving over the table, Jan kept the 416 heightened, his blood pumping, body thundering with adrenaline and fear. Sweat poured down his face, and whilst his mouth and nose were covered by the bandit, he still looked more than definitely on edge. Moving around to the next door, Jan shot with a single round another runner, with louder yelling on the other side.

Meanwhile, Neil followed up Zhenya through the corridor, the sight grizzly.
"Roger that, Boss." Neil simply said, as he moved to the first door, laying rounds from the AS VAL, the voice of a man on the other side horrible, as Neil kicked the door down. Moving in, he put another set of subsonic 9x39mm rounds into the man, knocking him back down. The room was small, like they were more breakout roooms. From here, there were a couple more of these, and the toilets. The next two breakout rooms were empty, and Neil had let Zhenya take point on the other two in dealing whatever was inside, giving them the chance to systematically clean them out, one by one. They were all empty from there on out, and had little valuable supplies in them, as far as the eye could see.

After clearing the complex of doors, Neil and Zhenya were up against another door, another entry into the far side of the second floor, where there were what Jan only guessed the rest would go. If they hadn't headed down, they would be going up. Looking to Scott, Jan nodded once more, looking to the plywood door.
"Zhenya, Neil, set up a position on your door so that you can bung a flashbang in, hold tight on the explosives and look for the device. As far as I know, we're going to have company." Jan simply said, as he got ready to kick the door in, aware that they would breach almost at the same time. This was it, last room. Waiting on Zhenya's response, he knew that this last office complex of a room would be probably their best shot at finding what they needed. Turning the 416's Surefire M952V on, Jan prepared himself to move forward, the thin but powerful beam of light something that would be perfect for amplifying the effect from a flashbang. Throughout these offices, the lightbulbs had provided ample light, but from here, Jan wanted a little more illumination, as it was beginning to slowly falter.

"Now." Jan simply commanded immediately after Zhenya's response, as he kicked the door in, giving Scott the chance to move around after the 'bang, as at the same time, Neil lobbed the flashbang through the crack that Zhenya had made, the steel tube recoiling off a wall. The noise of gunfire rang out, as the men shot at the breachers' positions, but weren't accurate enough, or fast on their reflexes to respond to the white smashing blindness that was the flashbang that had been thrown in. The moment became an extended haze, as Jan moved around, following Scott, as did Neil with Zhenya. Laying down two men that were standing right in front of the door, Jan wiped them out with simple shots, as he moved to the side, taking cover by a steel table with a set of radios on top of it. Peeking fire, he took out another two men that were supressing the other breaching team, as Neil moved in himself, moving on the far side of the room where a few cracks in the plywood-covered windows existed, letting in a little streetlight, complimenting the failing office-styled bulbs that were in the ceiling. 

It felt like hours passed, as Jan moved from the steel table, moving around the side to wipe out another contact that was moving towards the stairs, as Jan swept the area, peeking between the office tables, with the sight of one wielding an AK on the floor forcing Jan to act. A single bullet entered his abdomen, and he fired up into the roof, yelling loudly, as Jan moved the tilt of the rifle up, the CTR buttstock a tiny bit higher on his shoulder as he pulled the trigger. The man collapsed down, as he heard gunfire roar on down below, and screams develop.
"Look fucking around. We are not messing about here, fucking find that device!" Jan barked an order, looking between the rows of desks, empty of anything but just steel and plywood compartments here and there. There were small stores of kit, and other peripherals, this being almost a barrack of sorts. Sleeping bags and mats lay about occasionally, this really was a home for these people, and they'd kicked the door down on it. Neil moved to the crack in the windows, getting an eye out on the men outside, the two dead men that had run into the alley.
"Okay, so far, I got nothing here." Jan added, as Neil moved back towards the Captain, nodding as he moved down another bank. The room had been filled with at least a dozen men, and there were all dead now, thanks to the team's breach. It was getting puzzling, however, as they swept through, and nothing was there. Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

The crack of what sounded like an RPG, and a huge boom echoed through the room, as the fascia of the building on the second floor, in the room that the team were inside, practically disintegrated, huge blocks and chunks of concrete falling apart, as Jan swore. He dived beneath one of the steel desks, just keeping his head together, as the round blew away the whole wall, the Pole coughing as he looked out. Car alarms blared, and gunshots were being fired from outside. Jan didn't know how or what, but something told him that they were going to have to run. Either the militants had their own escape strategy that had gotten them out of the building with the device from the moment that the breach had occured, or Medved had let a corner slip. Jan didn't know, and he frankly didn't want to care which one it was. Either way, the concequences were identical. They were going to have to run. 
"Contacts, moving upstairs, coming from above! Wendy, we're going to have at least half a dozen runners going down the alley and towards the shopping street, clap them fast, and keep us posted on where the guy with the device is! Hold your fire on him- we do not want to risk a leak, just watch him!" Jan added, as he moved forward, taking out a couple of the contacts on the street, civilians running scared, as they ran away, some shot by the men on the ground in a crazed crossfire. Magnifier on, Jan shot two of the men that were down below, 
"We need to waste those assholes! Medved, secure the building, Lima is going to conduct pursuit of the targets. Don't argue, just fucking make sure that nobody else leaves. There is no trace whatsoever of anything that suggests nuclear here, so I'm going to assume that whatever group is on the move out there, is going to have it."Jan added, as he moved aside from the around 8 by 5 meter hole in the side of the building, the HE round being definitely a hard hitting munition. Jan was somewhat thankful the team wasn't too close to the windows at the time, though he knew that he not have dived down, this could be a lot worse than it already just was.

"They're trying to delay us with this bulllshit...okay, this is going to seem insane, but we've got at least another fifteen feet below us to go down. We need to go down to street level by any other method, and get a chase on. The stairs are going to be crammed and too slow, and they'll fuck us over if we try it. Rappelling is too slow..shit, Scott, run and get whatever you have left of your cord set up on the frame of that window, throw it out, and fast rope it down. Just throw yourself down the line and try not to break your legs when you hit the ground. Find some cover, and we'll follow suit. Zhenya, then me, then Neil after our exit is good. We're going to have to follow them to the street, and that means making this a whole lot dirtier than I wanted." Jan simply yelled over to the tema, as he took out another two men on the road, clearing the hostiles there out, but Jan could only guess that there were more that were already on the streets. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, as Jan set up cover by a concrete pillar, firing through the wrecked windows that had been blasted apart by the RPG. Rubble was still falling occasionally from the side of the building, as Neil set up a cordon on the stairs, covering the team's rear, as he clapped another set that came from the third floor.
"Scott, you're clear!"