[color=red]"Shit!"[/color]

From the stairwell, a mysterious and weird-looking soldier man peeked out. Luis caught his glance.

The moment stretched for what seemed like ever.

Then his foe opened fire with his rifle.

Luis dropped to the floor, bullets whizzing and skimming over his head.

[color=red]"[i]Hijo de puta![/i]"[/color]

He swore and continued reloading his machine gun with his free hand, pistol in the other roaring and barking at the figure that disappeared back down the stairwell. Just as his magazine finished, he slapped the housing of the machine gun's top back down and racked the slide. He holstered his empty pistol and hauled his SAW up with both hands, aimiing straight for the stairwell as he pulled the trigger. The machine gun screamed and spat hot death at the wall, spraying bits of stone and debris down the stairs as he moved towards the ladder.

[color=red]"Eat this [i]pinche puta! Vete a la verga ruco, cabron![/i]"[/color]

As he moved closer to the ladder, and by extension the stairs, his aim slowly lowered down the stairs as he moved forward, letting his gun rip and tear into whatever laid below. When he was satisfied, he moved backwards quickly, stumbling a little when his back his the wooden ladder. Letting his machine gun dangle from the strap around his shoulder, he pulled a fragmentation grenade from his vest and yanked the pin, before lobbing it down the stairs.

[color=red]"I got a present for you, [i]puta madre, hijo de puta[/i]!"[/color]

With that he turned tail and scrambled up the ladder, with only seconds between him and a big ol' explosion. He was greeted by Connor hunkered down on the roof, almost invisible behind the low parapet on the roof. The night was peaceful save for the sporadic gunfire as the insurgents outside realised that the four angry men within were not firing back. Downstairs, insurgent fighters were warily creeping towards the house, rifles raised, even as Rez defended himself against them down below.

But then, Luis and Connor didn't know that.