Of course it could never be easy. He could hear the bullet pinging off the armored sides of their vehicle. With a growl he reached down, popping the magazine out of his AR-10T. He slotted it away and popped the round in the chamber clear. Putting the loose round into a pocket for later to top up the magazine. Reaching into another of the pockets on his rig he brought out a completely different magazine. This one had a Maple Leaf spray-painted on both sides, in the middle of the leaf, a stylised beavers head, with two little paws sticking up flipping the bird at anyone who happened to be looking. Tapping the magazine on the side of the rifle he then slotted it into the rifle, pulling the receiver lever. Locked and loaded. He's explain what those are later. He hadn't had to use any up until now.

He jerked his head up as orders and teams were brought up. He looked over to Goldfarb, giving him a nod, then back to Nikolaj, calling out, "Roger that sir." The ride pulled to a stop. And the growl of the .50 on top of the machine began. The first team moved out. And he fell in to Nikolaj's side. The AR-10T coming up to his shoulder. Without needing to be told he got to watching a side, as they proceeded to cover. Once there he settled in and started to provide a base of fire for the rest of the team. Normally the 7.62 rounds in the AR would be enough. But something about them. They didn't just make holes in cover, they left craters in whatever was on the otherside of it. Powerful rounds in that magazine it seemed. He yelled, "Contact, 010 high!" And fired a second later. The man up there with an AKM took two rounds. Both chest shots. But the rounds left two huge holes in his chest and back. Punching clean through his piece of crap kevlar chest plate, his body and left foot deep craters in the wall behind him. The opening fire fight was a sure sign that these bastards might have something to hide. Atleast to his training and outlook it seemed they were putting up alot more of a fight here compared to a few other places they'd been too. He helped to gun down another of the skinnies. Two of those heavy rounds making an unholy mess of the shooters shoulder before he tried to dart out and got cut down by a member of the other fireteam.

When the technical showed up he added his own fire to taking it out. Those wildcat heavy hitter rounds in his rifle punch holes in the side of the vehicle. Being very careful with the application of those rounds mind. Not firing nearly as much, making very careful use of those twenty high-power rounds. Course good things always come to an end. Chasing a contact out of cover and into the line of fire of another member of the team he dumped the magazine. Slotting it back into the pocket alongside the only other Heavy Hitter magazine he had time to make before they had all left at the beginning of this. Slotting a normal magazine into his rifle he fell in with Nikolaj. Keeping his aim off to one side, scanning and covering his angles as best he can. As they crossed the yard, the ear-bud in his left ear that is connected to his LCD 3.2E Chem detector made a click. Milly was trying to tell him something. When they got into cover he quickly reached back into one of the pockets in his combat pack, bringing Milly out into hand, and bringing it around to check on it. He checked the readings, the readout on the front of the handheld detector showing tracers of an Energetic Plasticizer having passed through the area at some point. He logged it. Then looked up and over to his fellow CBRN expert on the team, Aleksandra Volkov. He keyed into the comms, "Plasticizer, could be a hit or miss reading. Seems pretty stable though." He slotted Milly away into her holder. Then got back into position.

As they got back into position and reached the apartment. He checked his angles. Didn't want something sneaking up on them now. Then one of his favorite orders came in. Sarcasm button off. He grunted, "Yessir." He motioned for Goldfarb to take up his angles. Then swung around. He quickly cinched his rifle up close to his chest, barrel pointed towards his feet, made sure his safety is on, and his rifle butt pushed down so he didn't end up smacking himself in the chin at some point. By then he was just outside the door. Having snuggled in beside it. He drew the MP7A1 off his hip, and waited a second or two. Tyler waited for the nod and the cry of, "Move!" from Nikolaj. He turned into the door. Leading the way with the MP7. One hand under the barrel, folding handle swung down. His index finger on his left hand pressed to the selector button on the RAID weaponlight, ready to blaze with the light and pulling the trigger with his right. He lead the way boldly into the building.

He entered the building. Quickly doing a door count. Leading the way in, bottom floor he had said, that'd be easy enough to do. With Svoboda at his back he stopped just past the first door on their left, "Alright, door left. Check it." He kept his gun trained down the hallway, waiting for Svoboda's call.