Everyone was ready. There would be no more waiting. Ty reached up and placed his whistle between his lips, the metal cold and unyielding. Then, in one smooth action, he pulled the trigger and let out a short, sharp blast, the latter somewhat masked by the noise of the bullet rushing out from his gun. The slide pulled back, and the steaming-hot excess was ejected into the jungle. Initially, he thought he had missed, but then he watched as one of the riflemen dropped his weapon, grasping at his throat where blood trickled down. 

There was a split second of silence, and then the jungle exploded with noise, bullets rattling everywhere. Ty flicked the fire selector and focused on spraying down the various riflemen atop the building, trusting in his men to take care of other threats.