"Agreed, Katarina. Though on this one, I'll join you. If there's more of them let's not waste our time- and if that driver runs, trust me, they won't last long if I'm chasing them. You go forward, I'll stay in cover when we get close. Guess we're adapting and improvising now.." Bethan followed, the Welsh woman following behind the Russian, opting to follow given what was going on. The change of circumstances had fucked things, but then again, their truck was sitting and waiting for them, right where they wanted it to be, albeit guarded and now, with other lorries trying to dazzle them. She'd taken Sean's knife for the moment if she wasn't taking it, now unsure if they would even come back to the car if things went really, really south. 

If they didn't have that plate of that truck, they would have been shit out of luck- and even if it was the wrong truck, Bethan agreed with the Russian's logic, it was hardly like they'd had it written in blood what they were hunting. She kept her distance behind Yekatarina as they got closer, letting her do the distraction, aware one girl looking for directions at a tanker station in a slum would be a better option than two- it looked sketchier. Yekatarina more than likely knew she had little cover, so Bethan kept her distance, making sure not to affiliate too closely as she raised the phone, catching glimpses of those guards.

"Damn, that's some vintages. They might be crap but rule of the jungle I guess, scavenge, steal, get what you need once you drop them." Bethan added, nodding to Yekatarina as she went her own way, using the crowd at the side of the road to go between a few shacks and pacing herself there, get into position, finding a thin metal shack to conceal herself behind, right on the far side of the forcourt, aware that given the hubub and everything else going on, it was unlikely she would have been seen.
"In position. Five tangoes visible from here."

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In the meantime, Sean turned to Hayden and nodded.
"Sounds like the Russian has us set up...copy that, you two. Get to work and give us a distraction, we need a few seconds to clear the road. Hayden, if we're in shit creek, let's go whitewater rafting.....let's do this." Sean nodded to him for the latter bit of the sentence, knowing that once Yekatarina would make her way across, it was gonna be all guns blazing, literally, and a run to clear the road. They needed to get across and get behind the truck, and drop the two guards going for Yekatarina. Shooting after a hard sprint was never a fun option, especially when it meant trying not to clap someone friendly, but then again, Sean had no intention of being haunted by Russian for the rest of his days for a stupid mistake. 

Make this count, he thought to himself, as he moved up, taking the lead after patting Hayden and giving the nod, moving across the road as he could catch her moving out. With a hard run, Sean used the distraction afforded by the Russian to get across the road, sliding awkwardly behind a batch of tyres on the far side of the forecourt, popping from cover and with one hard exhale, picking up one of the targets. He hoped Hayden would be on this, because right now, this was about to open up.

With two clean shots, Sean managed to get one of the men in the abdomen and one in the upper chest, throwing him onto the floor and at the very least incapacitating him for this fight, picking up another target in the cafe. With a three more rounds down range, the running militant didn't have the chance to stop, as he keeled over, Sean looking to Hayden.
"Cover me, moving!" Sean called out, running from his position and sliding into cover by the rear of the truck, a few rounds pinging off the side as he peeked under the tyres, a round flying perilously close as he pulled back, knowing he might have given a bit of a distraction at least for Hayden to spot them. 
"Two more, slot them Hayden!" Sean added, peeking as he fired five rounds in that direction, a little less accurate now but able to suppress them so Hayden could get more accurate fire down on them at least. In the meantime, he knew Yekatarina had the chance at least to now get her own heater out and start shooting, and at this point, they had a better control of the area. All that was left to get the keys or hotwire the thing, and get the hell out. Oh, and find out where that driver had gone...

In the meantime, Bethan had herself moved in closer, and saw one person that wasn't armed, and looked if anything more petrified about the situation. No doubt he knew how to defend himself, but being shot at wasn't part of his equation, and so he was heading to the back of the shitshack, and towards the back. Bethan wasn't gonna let that happen, as she broke into a run, knowing that if she could get a lead on him, that would at the least take one job out of the rest of the team.
"Driver's a runner! Guys, just get the truck running, leave him to me!" Bethan put her phone back in her pocket and ran hard, taking the flank and barging through whatever crowd were running away from the gunfire, knowing she looked completely out of place yet in the panicking mentality, could make advantage of that. 

The guy was just wearing a vest and shorts and she was wearing a full on DPM jacket, but even then, Bethan made it look easy, spotting him and quickly picking him up. Clearly he realised that this fight was about to go awry, and at the least if he got back out of there, the others might struggle to get the truck moving before he got back to it. An almighty bollocking from the Dry Trail, but then again, better to live than give away information if captured, perhaps that was why, Bethan wondered, as she turned the tight corners of the slum alleys, keeping him constantly in her sights. Like a leopard going after a gazelle, the explosive power Bethan had through the corners was unrelenting, unlike Sean's aggression it was more flowing, crisp even. And it was enough to close the distance, as she found a cut-through he didn't, using half a shack structure to get ahead, cutting him off at his next turn. Even upon pulling a knife, Bethan quickly jabbed him in his ribs and drew Sean's machete straight against his neck, gently pressing the flat against his throat and making it very clear a slight bit more pressure was gonna open him up.
"You even move, you die. We are going back to the truck, and you are coming with us." She spat, exhaling hard, the man beneath him even more so, as she yanked him by the scruff of his vest, switching to her Glock as she pulled him back up, aware he was larger than him yet in no position to parry a tool like what she had at this range. She drew the Glock as she did so, the opportunity sufficient to make sure he knew full well she had a piece at his back.
"You might run fast you little bastard, but I've got friends that run even fucking quicker, so don't try anything. Let's go back, shall we?" She added, the Welsh woman's words as cutting as that machete could be, her sing-song demeanour dropped completely as she pushed him to move, knowing that the team would need the driver alive, or at the least, not in the shit. The route back through the slums was quieter given that everyone was hiding out of out of view, which helped with the fact she was openly carrying now. She just needed to get to the truck and if it was secure, throw him into the back of it with the rest of the team.