Thom kept his head down, as Liberty distributed her brand of kick-ass into the heads of the insurgents in the room. It was a clean execution, and there was nobody left, as Thom uncovered his eyes, his mouth open in order to avoid the ringing sensation of the flashbang. He watched as Lancaster got up, tripping balls, falling over. Liberty always made interesting entrances, and this was nothing less than pure her, he thought to himself, as he saw Lancaster roll over. He lent his colleague a hand, helping him up, before taking his own sidearm out of his right boot. Sliding the AMT Backup out, the pistol chambered in .357 SIG and having eight rounds in it's magazine yet being barely the size of his hand, he looked to the other two, as the LMGs blared outside. He wanted to laugh at Lancaster, but held it in for the moment, knowing it was something that was definitely on Liberty's camera.
"That's the signal. We're good to get out of here." He said in English, as he kicked over one of the pipes going over the bodies, moving to the door. Bullets riddled it, and then moans could be heard, as Thom took point, looking to Lancaster and Liberty.
"I'll get the door. Liberty, you're driving the pickup truck. Bugcatcher, we're going to make a play for it, guns ahoy." Thom said, as he looked back, nodding to the two of them.
"You okay, Lancaster? Guess you got 'banged by Liberty." He asked, the look on his face saying it all before, he chuckled.
"Hopefully you got enough co-ordination for this." Thom added, as he smashed down the door, dropping two men as he exited, a straight shot into one of the fighters' head throwing him down the stairs, as he led the way. Lancaster had the HVT, and Liberty could make a run for it, jumping straight down into the pickup truck. For now, Thom headed down the stairs and onto the street, past the carnage and dead bodies, looking around as he ran for the white Toyota Hilux.

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"Team, we've got a flash of phone signals, we're going to have company sometime soon. Get him out of there, head to the designated rendevous and lose any tail you have going there. Drevan, you know the drill. Shoot off those rounds at anything that follows it, your UGV won't keep up but it can stop anything with enough fire." Martin said, watching Drevan at work, as he watched Liberty's camera.
"Nicely done with Hassam, by the way. Catch of the week, I call it." Martin added, chuckling, as he saw the drone feed break off as it moved out of the area, the distant thermal imagery of dead bodies and the outside of the Hashish bar now seeing more and more blur.

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Throwing himself into the back of the pickup truck, he opened up a small compartment in the rear, Thom taking out a pair of Sig Sauer MPX personal defense weapons, and approximately four magazines, loaded with the same .357 SIG that was inside his pistol. More men were running round the corner, as he watched Hassam get thrown in, Thom firing down the street with his pistol as he looked to Lancaster.
"Fuck, they've got numbers!" Thom simply said, as he finished off the mag on the AMT, grabbing one of the MPXes, and loading up one of the curved 30-round magazines. Pulling the stock back, he aimed down the CompM4 optic and pulled the trigger, inaccurate but supressing fire, as the group at the end kept their heads down, enough for the drone to get a focus on it.
"Liberty, floor it! We'll keep tails off us!" Thom said, sliding the other silver MPX to Lancaster, or George.
"Get a magazine in and drop anything, they look angry!" He added, as they now hit the road, the whole situation passing in an instant, as they now hit the chaotic highways of inner Peshwar, knowing full well that this place was crawling. It was going to take some aggressive driving, to say the least. 

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The phone buzzed, as Martin looked at the number, sighing.
"Hello, Kingmaker speaking?" He said, as he looked over at Drevan, walking out of the room.
"What do you mean one of your drones has gone missing? Martin said into the mic, as he walked out. The voice on the other head was CIA- Anthony Perkins, a handler in the region, and one of Martin's many contacts. He knew him not too well, but knew of his reputation more. Martin didn't care that he had disrupted him- after all, Sierra Vanguard came first.
"Check the signalling again, it's local connections that can tamper it. MI5 has told you again and again, exposed fucking signals..." Martin said into it again, as he headed to his office, looking back at Drevan as he saw the feed drop off from his control, and back into the CIA's grid. Like it had just gone off and had a mind of it's own, with none of Sierra Vanguard's influence.

Putting the phone back, he walked in, the issue apparently sorted out, as his headset buzzed.
"Package is secured in the vehicle, we are exfiling under heavy fire, Kingmaker." Thom said into the radio, as Martin chuckled.
"Oh come on, that's not heavy fire. You have maybe half a dozen vehicles attempting to tail you. You've got ammunition. Use it productively." Martin simply said, quietly amused as he knew that this was where a Sierra Vanguard agent differed from your regular service personel. And that when Martin had his team on a problem, they would get it done, despite whatever odds there were. 
"Drevan, take out those at the back with the UGV, and lead off whatever else there is. We'll go to Plan B. Destroy the drone at Ahmedabad Street, and with it any chance of a lead on our drone."