On his call, Markus pushed out, holding the manhole cover as he peeked with the MG36 in one hand, just about able to hold it as he swept around, moving up again as he stashed the same lid back over the hole, then taking cover by the barrels.
"Excellent. I'm gonna move around. Let's keep it quiet for now." Markus added, moving around the barrels, stashing the MG36 onto his back, sliding a Sig Sauer P226 from a holster on his thigh, as well as a suppressor. Turning it in the screw, he peeked the corner as best as he could, knowing this wasn't his forte.

"Moving inside." Markus added, as he pushed around into the vehicle pool, taking cover by another Land Rover. He popped his visor, peeking the view, knowing he had to tread very carefully.
"I got eyes on about four hostiles, inside. AKs again. I'll see how many I can snag. Keep a view on the outside, see what changes." With that, Markus pushed around the vehicle, waiting, watching as a man headed to one of the Land Rovers, to the back to pick something up. Markus put a bullet between his eyes, as he moved quick, the suit rustling a little as he dragged the body under, picking out his two friends. With a repeated set of shots, he dropped those two, firing fast and true, the Sig's action and accuracy making him confident. The fourth man picked up his gun, and ran to the middle, about to be in mid-yell, as Markus put another three rounds into him.

"Clear inside. Gonna find out what they have here." Markus added, as he moved past the bodies, towards the front of the building, as he saw the office come close, as he peeked the door. Pushing in, a man pushed him to the wall, and it seemed he had been waiting, watching Markus as he had been moving through. Markus pushed his arm as the machete landed in the drywall, as he kicked out, winding Markus. He pulled the attacker down with him, the pistol firmly in his right hand as he put a bullet into his brain as they came down, sighing.
"Jesus." He pushed the man's body off him, as he stood up, a server at the end of the room, which raised an eyebrow.

"Eric....we got a server in here. Seems secure. This isn't anything I've seen before. It doesn't fit the profile. Looks like it came out of Star Trek." He looked at the sleek black device, kneeling by it's side, looking around for a USB. Finding a spot, he planted a keying shotgun, that would upload the data from the server, as he looked back to the door, and the very dead man on the floor. 
"I'm gonna data shotgun the thing. Should take about five minutes. Whatever it is, this has to have some intel on it." The German added, as he looked around at the desk, seeing nothing massive of worth. A map of the area, vantage points, but it was regional. The only thing that was of worth here was that server. It didn't fit the profile. This wasn't a little insergent base. This was a big deal.

"Got any contacts around?"