Thom chuckled, shaking his head.
"It seems like Lady Liberty has gotten themselves in a spot of bother. We need to get some help to her. Clean up, if you will if there's any more security that they may find themselves there. And most of all, get her home. Not the easiest of things, but I imagine we're up to it." He said, barely concealing his accent at times, as he checked his own Sig, chambering another mag.
"Hopefully we don't have to fire any more rounds." 

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Looking on, the mission commander could tell shit had really, really hit the fan. Martin didn't really want anything bigger to come of this. It had to get sorted, now.
"Liberty, you better go, or that security team coming will be the least of your worries. Move onto the crane." Martin ordered, his voice firm and not reassuring, but absolutely hardened and proving a point. This was turning into a nightmare. Whatever the hell that drone had done, it hadn't helped the situation, and suggested an external intrusion. 

The basement lair was secured, and difficult to get to, especially during an op. It was them dealing with this shit, right now- and anything else wasn't coming to them with any easy access. The point had been made however- clean up and bail the mess, before anything more came of it. The signal looked Iranian, from Martin's trained eye. Some state actor, someone had wanted to blur the line and make a mark. Whatever it was, Martin knew that signal was going to matter a heck of a lot more...someone wanted to destroy that sever before it had even been compromised, and had the drone been allowed closer, it would have made it's mark in detonating that whole floor.