"Understood. Jesus, we can't make this one clean then. Keep watching. I'll take a vantage." Markus replied, as he cursed, keeping his head down. He knew that whatever the hell it was, it couldn't have boded well, as he headed to the door, the noise of guards running outside and past the hidden bodies, visible, the door open enough for Markus to see the distant commotion himself.

"There's a lot of them going over there. Whatever is making an entrance, we're not going to have fun with." Markus watched the USB at work, watching it's progress, as the screen flickered occasionally, the drive tapping the encryption and firing out data where it had to.
"We're 90 seconds away." He added, the tension building with the gunshots, the jeep still still in the courtyard. The men approached it, as the doors opened on the lightly protected truck, revealing a number of heavily-armoured soldiers, and one behind them, an unarmed officer of some kind. Whatever uniform he had, it didn't look right. A long-sleeve shirt and a black beret, the man looked perhaps like he was in his forties. One of the men ran to him, AK raised, as he chuckled in his face. Markus couldn't make it out, but there was a conversation of some kind. In a foreign language, and it didn't seem right. The two armoured soldiers were brutes, standing at least at 6"2, and wearing ballistic protection, and a heck of a lot of it. They weren't going to get taken down, not easily, wielding LMGs of their own.

"They know each other, whatever it is. Doesn't add up. What the hell are they doing..." He watched on, as he heard the argument intensify.
"What the hell.....oh fuck. Eric...." The singular buzz of the USB was enough as Markus ran over, snatching it out, as he looked on. The men cocked their LMGs, standing in front of the officer, pushing the lead militant to the ground, the other pointing it at the other. This had just escalated another notch, as the officer turned away and walked slowly back to the truck, the two armoured soldiers coming to the fore. They weren't turning away, or leaving. They were staying.
"This is a cleanup.....they know the site was compromised before we even were sent here." Markus coldly said, as he watched what happened next, with horror.

The noise of the M249 SAWs that the gunners used barked on the officer's command, as the men at the gate were filled with lead, Markus himself running out into the rest of the building, knowing this was not a fair fight. Those fuckers had more armour than himself and Eric would, and no doubt, a fight against them wouldn't be fun. The other militants firing on at them found that out the hard way, because they weren't being stopped by AK rounds, as it pelted off their armour. 
"Shit! Eric, get out of that vantage point and get down to the road! I'm going to commandeer something....just stay the fuck out of the way of those guys with armour, they'll tear us apart!" He yelled over comms, as he ran out of the office, heading into the mill itself, the noise of gunfire echoing inside the timber framed building. Finding a Land Rover, the keys still in and some crates of weapons in the back, he ran over and dived into the open door and took a seat, starting the engine.

Hitting the clutch and first, he slammed it out of the building through the only exit, fully aware his MG36 hadn't even let a shot loose today, nor had Eric's rifle. Sometimes those were the days, and sometimes, that had to be dealt with. The truck had left, the same way it had came, and the two armoured soldiers were sweeping the rest of the lumber mill, not exactly stopped by any small arms. They were hunting everyone down. Markus had no intent to stay, as he heard rounds pelt the vehicle, some slamming through the door and into his armour. He cursed, as he felt the engine struggle against how much he needed it right now, but it held true, as he drove out of the sawmill, in pursuit of the leaving jeep.
"I've got one of their Land Rovers, heading east out of the compound, your side! Truck's 200m ahead, they know I'm here...I have a funny feeling this asshole might have more answers than our data retrieval."