(This is overdue as hell. I've covered a lot of ground as I wanted to move on, so I could break my mental block on writing for this section. It's got a lot in it- but feel free to steer it where you like. I want to try and do this RP twice weekly or so :) ) Mark watched on, rifle ready, his finger wrapping around the trigger guard. "Okay, that's good. I've got a couple of bad guys still there. Keep it calm, and keep your head low. I've got one on his own, and he's heading up to a security post near you. I'm going to take him out, and you'll have a beeline to take around to the rear of the compound. I can see another couple gaps you might be able to fit through. There's....what looks like a small security booth. We could use eyes on their CCTV inside. Think you can get in?" He asked, as he chambered a round, exhaling as he moved his crosshair towards the man's centre mass, looking over. He was behind a glass pane, but he could tell, the glass itself wasn't tempered. He waited for him to step outside, taking a cigar to his mouth and..... Mark's finger clenched, sending the .300 round straight down the distance from his spot, and into the man's upper chest. Centre mass shot, clean and quick kill. A little bloody, but efficient nonetheless. He exhaled, the straight-pull quick to use as he chambered another round, watching around. "You are clear. Go." Mark called over comms, as he moved down a little further, reestablishing another spot. "See what you can do when you get inside. The others are coming closer. Better you're inside and in a safe spot to watch on CCTV than anywhere else. See what you see from there on out." He added, continuing to observe, and waiting for the fire to start from Ross and Athena. ------------- Ross nodded to Athena, taking an H&K 416 from the bag, modified with an ACOG and a simple vertical grip on the lower receiver. A set of backup iron-sights were on the side of the weapon, as something to use when the 6X optic on the weapon wouldn't cut it at range. An exquisite tool to bring for the job, and Ross did wonder how on earth Mark had gotten one of these. Scooping a tactical loadbearer out and throwing it over his shoulders, he then took the rifle in both hands, inspecting it over. German-made version of the American classic. Kinda like his old M3 GTS's V8-powered soul. "Ehh, it's not my speciality. But loud it is." He added, slapping the bolt on the rifle, magazine inside and ready to spit lead. "I'll follow your lead, but it's better you tell me when. If we're up against Sicarios, shit is going to get real." He said, setting up by her, letting her take the first shots. The ACOG wasn't as good as her scoped G28, but he could just make out Sicarios on the roof, as he joined in. He planted a couple of the men on the roof, taking single shots at a time, a little tremble as he took the first one down, before he took the second. "Okay, we're done here! Athena, let's go!" Ross called out, tapping her on the shoulder as he led their way back towards the Jeep, his rifle held down as he ran back from their spot towards the vehicle. Leaping in, he hit the ignition, keeping the 416 on the passenger seat, there for Athena to take as a higher-fire rate alternative to her G36 derivative. Putting his foot down, the Jeep dived down the loose scree, as Ross took it as comfortable as he felt he could. It was not comfortable by most standards, but he wasn't going to die doing this. "Couple of them, up front!" Ross yelled out, as he saw a couple Sicarios head toward the front of the compound, by the gate of the site. He ducked his head down as rounds smashed into the windscreen, before skidding the car to a halt right in front. Taking his Glock, he put three rounds into one, letting Athena handle the other pair that were there, the compound now fully awake of what was going on. Ross looked up to her, nodding, as he put the Jeep back into first. "Fuck this is stupid......Athena, hold onto the bar!" Ross yelled, as he drove towards the steel gate. And what followed was not fun whatsoever. As cool as it may have been, there was a reason why a big steel gate won against a big moving piece of American metal. The impact was heavy as it smashed through, enough to barge an entrance, but not enough to fully open it. They hadn't gone very quickly into it, and so they wouldn't feel whiplash, well, nothing noticable with all the adrenaline they had going through them. Ross was barely able to open the door, and clamber out, using it as cover as a Sicario came out across the driveway, with an Uzi of some kind. Bullets riddled the car, as he peeked the corner of the door, putting two rounds into his upper half, before Ross sat back against it. "Mark, we're in! What the fuck next?" The bullets were flying in every direction, and Ross was completely aware of just how insanely dangerous this was becoming. ------ Mark looked on, the carnage already building. After Ellie had made her way around, he had begun running down, heading around the compound in a similar path to her, the chaos at the front already enveloping most of the attention. "Ross, Athena, remember what we're here to do. Get some solid cover, and eliminate anyone that comes out of the front door. Ellie, just stay put for now. Keep watching it and tell us what you see...keep an eye on your back. I'm going to go and pay them a housewarming visit." Mark replied, drawing his P226, R700 now left behind. He was going light, very much so compared to the rest of his crew. But Mark didn't need a lot of weaponry to kill people. He just needed to be in close proximity to a few and his spare mags would do the rest. Firepower wasn't required when you were a skilled wetworker and Royal Marine, not a Sicario thrown an Uzi and told to spray. Ross nodded to Athena, letting her lead, aware that they'd have to find something a little more substantial in the driveway of the villa, and get ready for an onslaught. He had a strange feeling that Mark was going to do his thing, and that thing was something he did as good as John Wick on a rampage.