Markus let him take pot shots, trying not to hit the ruts, as he knew that Eric was bringing out the hard-hitting rounds, knocking the tyre out completely. Sticking close, he backed off a little, as he drew his own silenced P226 and fired it out the window, this being potentially the most gangsta he had felt in...well, ever. It wasn't accurate, but it was fire for the sake of it, to remind the officer he was being shot at, and whilst inaccurate, it panged the metal a few times. That was till Markus got the shot well, and took the tyre, the truck suddenly coming to a violent stop as it flipped. Slamming the brakes on, he stopped by it's side, blocking the road, as he opened the driver side door and moved to the rear of the truck.

"Hands on your head, drop any weapons!" Markus yelled, as he smashed the rear window in, the driver pulling out a Makarov pistol nonetheless, as that meant he only could do one thing. Markus put a P226 bullet in his head, as he pointed at the commander, letting Eric clamber up and open the door. 
"You don't know what you're doing...." The commander said, as Markus shook his head, looking in, letting Eric pull him out.
"Command, we're breaking comms. We got a potential HVT here, and we've acquired enemy transport. Data is secure. What's our exfil?" Markus added, as he got his response quick.

"Understood, Osprey. Can you make it to Point Pembroke?" The response was clear, as Markus nodded, adjusting the GPS setting on his arm, flicking the waypoint.
"We can do that. Standby." Markus added, as he looked at the officer, then at Eric.
"Hold him. I'm gonna get some zip ties." Markus added, as the officer spat, restrained.
"Stupid fuckers...my men will come for you. They'll tear you in two. You hear!" The man spoke, his accent coming across as an Arabic one but not strong.

Markus threw on the zip tie around his hands, chuckling.
"I'm sure they will, when they're stuck in a compound killing your allies." He said, looking to Eric, taking the officer by the hand and dragging him, hurling him in the back of the Land Rover, as he tied him to the car's frame with a rope. Just to secure him, after all, he wasn't exactly sitting in the back.
"We need to get moving." He added, as he moved back to the car, clambering in as he took the wheel again, hitting first and knowing they had to get out of there.

Hitting the gas, the Land Rover pulled away, the fact that there was a lot of heat around this area still on Markus's mind, as he knew Eric would have to be ready if shit did hit the fan.