Having thrown his binoculars aside for a suppressed variant of the M7, he had a gut feeling that the more spineless members of his team would spare the young insurgent. But he had seen too many of his buddies killed by kids to feel any kind of sympathy for him. So the moment that Desmond fired his shot, he dropped the kid with a short, controlled burst to the head. Then, he unloaded the rest of his magazine on the men standing post at the front door, tearing them to shreds with the team medic and heavy weapons specialist. 

	"Move in now!" Garcia shouted over the radio to O'Hennessy and Mcfarely while signaling to Ramirez that it was time to displace and move in through the rear. Marcus and Desmond, he decided, could stay behind in the event any hostiles that they were not previously aware arrived on the scene. 

	Jumping to his feet while slamming a fresh mag into his weapon, Garcia swung wide left as he approached the back entry point. In all the commotion however, he had lost sight of the lookout by the door. It wasn't until the old man leaned out of cover from the other side of the cabin and placed two rounds in his thigh that the team leader spotted him again. Garcia hit the deck hard and had to resist the urge to cry out in pain as the bullets cut through his flesh and became lodged inside him, instead forcing himself to block it out and using his SMG to return fire.