"Wait!" That was all Isabela managed to say as Melnikov pushed her out of the van. She landed on her side, parts and bits of the road digging into her skin but luckily none of it coming in contact with her wound. "I need my weapon!" She got up as quickly as she could, her heart racing as she was caught in an onslaught of bullets, although the same could be said for just about everyone else in her squad. If only they could have continued their mission, then they wouldn't be stuck in this position.

[I]Not the time[/I], she thought to herself, looking at the bullet-ridden vehicle and deciding that reaching for her rifle would be suicide. Instead, she rushed after Melnikov, but with every step she took, he seemed to be that much farther away from her. "I'm coming in behind you, don't be spooked," Isabela said in between breaths, taking cover against a wall before deciding to sprint to the entrance of the building. "I'll help to take them out and join you upstairs." With that, Isabela scanned the area and as quickly as she could, she rushed across the street to finally enter the building. Within an instant, she felt quite a bit of relief, but there wasn't time to celebrate. Isabela unholstered her pistol as she made her way upstairs. If anyone came out in an attempt to surprise her, she wasn't going to be caught off guard.