The helicopter pulled away, as Martin looked over, seeing the building in the distance, and Liberty's canopy only suddenly open a few hundred feet above the building, and come in fast and quick, barely even making a trace on the London skyline in her approach. However she was doing this, Martin knew that she had this in the bag, and there would be some individuals guarding the data that would find themselves severely fucked up following some time with that particular agent. Sitting in his seat again, Martin adjusted the headphones on his ears, looking out across to the front.
"Pilot, take us back, we're clear!" He gave a clear command over the comms, and the helicopter dived, quickly leaving the area as fast as it had entered it, Martin unashamedly feeling a little bit like an executive of sorts. Well, he was flying in a helicopter across the fast closing night sky of London, with little security clearances that hindered where he couldn't go.
"Cheers for the commentary, Bugcatcher; you know the drill from here on out. Whatever Liberty needs, you provide. For the duration of this op, let's have a security blankout, nobody leaves, nobody enters the top floors. Once we've got an access point for the data, you turn it inside out, and burn everything they have. Usual methods." Martin added, as he continued to look out, the AW109 flying down the Thames and headed for MI6, back to base, back so he could at least have a gander at what hopefully wasn't Bugcatcher getting too sexually aggravated at his hacking. For the moment being, he took out his phone, and patched himself into Liberty's feed, watching and observing. R&D would make the already camera into a contact lens soon, one that would provide a high level of video quality from perhaps a more first person perspective. He could already tell, that would be a fun way to infiltrate a terrorist organization once they got that working. 

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"You have too much money to play with...okay, government money, either way. I don't know how the fuck you do these things, but you clear it out however you think it works best." 
Thom emerged from the car, the PDW in hand, as he moved toward the side, the grey-suited gentleman moving in around the side, setting up a position within the factory's gates and out of public view, but in a position that kept him fairly hidden.
"I'm getting fucking dirt on this thing...the cost for the Dry Cleaners better be paid for." He mumbled to himself, as he set up in position by the side of the abandoned factory, picking up a flank that the illegal occupants of this place had marked out as some sort of exfiltration route. This was a clean-up job, and it would be messy either way- getting rid of a terror cell couldn't be done any other way, not in a way that didn't involve a mountain of bureaucracy or other issues that Sierra simply didn't have time to go through. This was going to be stopped, right here, right now.
"In position, Lancaster. Go do your thing."