(RP is sadly on hiatus till Silverwind comes back. I can't really run it without his character sadly- and though the pace was about to just get going, there's nothing I can really do. I'll post up my last- though this RP is not dead, it's simply on hold till he comes back or I figure out what to do next.)

Neil looked over, watching as Zhenya found the canisters, buried in the dirt, watching as he reported it. It wasn't the main deal, this was far to insginficant, but Neil somehow knew it had to be something of some significance, that this was far more portable and deployable than what they were truly hunting.
"Shit, nice find." Neil simply said, as he covered his back with the AUG, already looking to find any enemy that might come in or flank them. As Zhenya continued on, this time to Neil, he shook his head, as he led the way out, just not wanting to repeat what Zhenya had just said in his head. But it still echoed somehow. "Maybe I can try it." It was just that, it was too eerie to Neil. It was as if Zhenya was talking with a Russian responsibility to reiterate to the people that had been involved in the orchestration of Grozny He had to respond, he couldn't let it linger. But it made Neil ill in some regards, just to hear that, it just reminded him that foreign policy was a very thin wire and though they were punishing the TIAF for it, that somehow, Neil inferred that Zhenya wanted much worse to happen.
"Not a chance mate. Fuck, we ain't got a clue of what potency that shit has, and let's not remind ourselves of what that stuff does. Look, let's get moving, they're already making a start." Neil said, moving out of the house with a combat pace, weapon high and aimed well, as he led the way through the last third of the courtyard towards the rest of the team's position. They had already gone in, but Neil and Zhenya knew that the least they could do was cover, as the Australian moved into cover behind a clay wall, already scanning for targets on the floor above. No movement gave him an indicator, as he flung himself over, his combat pacing consistent with the AUG as he did what he could to not miss a beat, not miss a corner or a opened door that he hadn't seen before that an enemy could charge from. He knew that Zhenya had his back, but in return, he had to have Zhenya's. The team trusted itself, and that was of most importance after all, since they would get killed if they didn't. 

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As Scott smashed the door in with his foot, Jan was charging in almost with a finesse and movement that suggested he was moving at a pace of concentration. Raising the shotgun, as he moved through the door and immediately swept right, he found right away one man running straight for the door who was quickly filled with buckshot, Scott now following in and taking a target on his left. He pumped the 870, already finding another target down the room, and the second 12 Gauge round tore the man apart, as Jan knew it was his last shell left that was going into the chamber. But it would do. Jan simply shot at a man further down the large room on his side, burying a wide round into him that knocked him down, but didn't kill him straight away, on account of only some of the buckshot finding it's way to him. Jan went straight back to the strap of his 416, already raising it in replacement as he knew he was empty now, the 3+1 magazine gone, and scanned the large room for anyone else. He put two rounds into the man that he had shot earlier as he moved, looking around for anything else, almost ready to yell the five letter word to let the team know they were done with this room. 

Before that even happened, a man got up from behind a collapsed table and tossed a grenade, running rather than shooting as Jan's mind set to doing something about it. In this proximity, even with a plate carrier, none of them would really stand a chance in the open and live to tell about it. He had four seconds from the moment that the man had popped up and was just in mid run, to yell whatever would get himself, Scott and Wendy a chance to not get blown up.
"Out the door, MOVE!" Jan yelled, as he sprayed rounds towards the assailant, only realizing as he turned from the corner of his eye that he had something in his right hand. A canister. Jan didn't care for that right now, he wanted to live. He was furthest from the breach point, and he knew that he had to get around some corner, or something at least. Scott and Wendy would make it, and only now, Jan hoped he would, as his feet moved in a way that he couldn't describe, with such ferocity and madness that only could be seen in Afghanistan. The grenade set down on the floor, roughly a meter down the room, as Jan knew he was almost out of time, diving through towards the doorway where they had breached and he could tell Wendy and Scott were just about to get clear. Jan couldn't do much now, as he felt his body hit the dirt, just hoping that either of them would pull him in to where they were, and out of the way of the shrapnel that would direct itself all over the room now. In almost musing thought, he knew that they were going to have to chase this man, as otherwise, this would be for nothing. In his right hand, he had something much more significant than what Zhenya had described. From what he vaguely could use as a last memory, it was about the size of a small suitcase, but with no indicators of it being what he genuinely didn't want it to be from his findings in Turkey. This was what they were here for.