The lady was dead, not knocked out, and Dan got Morse's directive to blow the place, "Copy." 

He shot the Stasi trooper out of hand -- they had no time to screw around with a prisoner. Park and Morse, US military members, might be bound by certain rules and Dan knew it had to be done. He did it split second, without hesitation, one to the guy's head. He crumpled, with a spray of blood, shattered skull, brain matter and incongruous bits of scalp and blonde hair fucking painting the wall behind him. In these corridors, the M4's report was loud and twangy. The gunpowder smell mercifully covered the blood smell. A part of him, ruthlessly suppressed most times, ominously noted that if he got out of this shit alive, he'd remember that one in his nightmares.

Then, to the others, panting a bit "Wrap it up guys, we're setting the demo. Rally on Morse." There was a German weapon, and that looked interesting, but the thing he picked up was a laptop bag, on a sudden impulse to make this good. He grabbed flash drives and other portable media for a moment while others started to clear out. Then, he set about planting the demo. After all, they'd just iced a Stasi officer, the laptop could be his porn stash, it could be a treasure trove. Either one could be highly useful back in the mountains.

He had sure hands on the satchel charges; this was not usually a fast job, because no one wanted to get blown up due to carelessness. But they'd cut the fuses very carefully and made sure ahead of time that they'd be able to set the satchel and give themselves plenty of time to clear. A conventional detonator with a fuse and blasting cap had the advantages of dead simplicity and they were using plenty of C4 for this one. 

A part of him registered the firefight not too far in the distance; the report of AK-74's added to that of M4's.

Once done called out, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" which was a clear signal -- it was time to get the hell out of Williston Barracks.