The jeep flipped, sliding coming to a stop on the road. As soon as it did Markus pulled the land rover up beside it. He pulled himself out of the car, his USP tucked up close to his chest, aimed down so as to reduce the chance of a misfire. He waited for the back to be opened and ducked away as the driver pulled a Makarov. Markus' round took him in the head. Eric grinned, then clambered in, cutting the commanders belt with his knife then dragged the man out. He tossed the man face first out on the road, He slammed his boot down on the mans back, kneeling down and pressing his USP's barrel to the back of his head, "Yeah yeah, you're a powerful man, have a number of men at your command, but at the moment the biggest worry is the two back in the base, who are quite busy, and your driver is starting to cool already. So it's just you." Markus brough out some zipties, around the wrists, secured as they are going to get him.

he helped pull the man to his feet. And was none to gentle as they tossed him into the back. Eric may have gone out of his way to slam the man's head against the door frame before shoving him inside. Once secured he got in with him in the back. Grabbing his rifle, checking that he had a round chambered. As they started to roll the HVT made a move, and Eric headbutted him right above the bridge of the nose, "Oh no, you don't get to do something stupid like that. you get two strikes, try one more time and I'll put you down again, after that I don't mind putting a bullet somewhere that will make you think hard."

They started to roll Markus turned in the back seat to look out the back window, "Let's get out of here man." As they sped up he looked down through the scope on his rifle nodding, "Oh yeah looks like clean up back at the outpost is done. There's another big land rover moving way back there." They felt it more then heard it, and saw the smoke as something that let off thick black smoke went off around the bend in the road. He looked at the HVT who was still a little dazed, "Your boys are sloppy." He half crawled into the back of the Land Rover, mounting his rifle on the spare tire in the back, "You drive man, I'll deal with these guys...but...hand me your AR. If things go shit creek we may need something that pissed lead over something that fires like a laser." He reached forward as Markus stuffed the AR back. Taking hold of it and bringing it back to him, "Thanks mate!" He sights back in, then muttered, "Oh fuck it..." He squeezed, his rifle letting out a boom, and a round lanced down the way they came, missing the driver and punching a fist sized hole in the front window of the pursuers truck. The driver in the other truck veering off in surprise, "And now they know we have claws. So try something."