"10-4, I got things handled over here. See you shortly."

An thus the fighting once again commenced. The man George had thrown at the wall made a rather loud snapping-sound as his head richocheted back from the impact, presumably breaking his neck, which for George was brutal but effective. But just as this one fell, another two entered the frey. Another one pulled out a knife and charged George, while the other pulled out a gun, presumably old Soviet hardware from the Cold War. George let the knife-weilding goat-shagger get close to him, before George dropped to the ground to tackle the man by his legs. He fell, almost gracefully, as George snagged the knife out of his hands in the fall, then throwing it at the man with the gun. The knife found its mark, easily cutting into the man's throat as he gurgled his las breath and falling backwards. 

Two more men now made their move at George now, but he was already making his plans. As gunshots were heard outside, undoubtedly Thom who took care of their guest, George pulled out his PPQ and fired at his two attackers. The PPQ was by no means a powerful pistol, but being a gentlemen George didn't need strength but finesse, which the gun easily qualified for. The rounds filled up the men tastefully all across their chests, while the two remaining terrorists in the room drew their own weapons to fire at him. 

George had little time to react, but he managed to do something. Rolling behind his second attacker, who was still on the ground, George pulled him over himself as the bullets meant for him now struck the Arabs now dying friend. "Hopefully this won't ruin the suit" George thought for himself as the Arabs fired away, until they were both out of ammunition. And now George finished up the game. With his remaining bullets, he planted two rounds into their heads, as an eire silence fell on the building. 

With the silence, George rose to his feet and assessed the situation. "Got five turbans on the floor, it's quiet now. Almost too quiet, and no, don't you jinx it." George said over his comms to Thom, reloading the PPQ and checking all the bodies. Nothing of interest there, and the computers themselves seemed innocent in themselves. "Going to download the Pc's harddrive, perhaps this mission will have been of more worth than my suit being ruined." 

Then the beeping began. 

"...Cock. Get out of the area, now!"

That was when George decided that jumping out of a second story building was better than being blown to bits. The glass shattered around him just as he felt the blast wave following him. So much for property development.