"Understood." 

Herold took the flank of the 3 person squad, keeping an eye out for any would be pursuers or wandering Greenskins. They wouldn't need to travel far thankfully. The ruined architecture around them was ominous and could house dozens if not hundreds of Orkoids. Then again, they usually didn't rely heavily on stealth. He'd once been in a situation similar to this, where the Orks actually leaped off of roofs too high even for their unholy Xenos physique to handle, crushing themselves in order to attempt to get at their quarry. It had been hilarious in a grotesque way. 

Other than the occasional crumble of rocks from blasted buildings too damaged to sustain themselves, Herold found it all quiet on his side. 

He didn't take offense to the abrupt manner he ordered him around. He simply guarded the exits with his combat shotgun, vigilant and silent as he was grim. Jaw set and helm shining in the soft light of the blasted sky, he regularly maintained a patrol until Angsar told them the charges had been set, and then he hurried out of the building along with the other two. Powerful legs pumping, he'd holstered his gun to free his movements. 

It was another few clicks before he and the others felt it was ok to breathe easier. Even though they were the ones to call it in, time was still not on their side, and dangers lurked within every corner.