And it was something Sean did before getting out, the gear selected into first, something he hadn't really paid much thought to. Then again, he wasn't in the business of stealing cars. It wouldn't go anywhere for now, at least it might be more difficult to take, the Irishman reasoned. FAL back in hand, they were headed east, Sean giving a simple nod to Hayden as he backed him up, letting him lead into the street, and then around into the old market and into a tight alley, the access towards Melani's place.

The market felt eerie, the lights were out, and there was nothing but floodlighting left on now from generators and various setups in the distance. The traders in the night market had gone, they would ply their wares in the colder evening light, but no such thing. It was silent. Eerily so, and dark too. No NODs, and canvases over the roofs between the clay-brick buildings made the area even darker, their night vision naturally having to adjust as they moved through. Like a Souk, but far more sodden and less built up. Stalls were left, no goods in them of course, but it was left behind. There was nobody here. They had either run into the castle, or gone home. 

"Lots of possible avenues in. Recommend we don't go loud for now, we may want to pick off guards as isolated as we can." Bethan commented, the other FN-made weapon she held kept tight, knowing that if things went loud, four mercs that were as well armed as them could at least hold their own against surprised. For how long, that she wondered.

"See, told you my way of it might work." Sean wryly replied, adjusting his baseball cap, covering another alley as they passed it through, heading towards a small opening in the market itself. A handful of stalls in the middle, just past where the mystery meat Hayden had picked up were left in the middle of it with a few guards around. The moonlight pierced the alley, a weird eerie world interrupted by gunfire and loud crashing of mortar shells into the distance, where all hell was breaking loose.

"Might spare us getting put up on rebar....shit, contacts, 50m. Three of them on that courtyard. Got a shooter on the roof too, looks like some sort of marksman rifle." She commented, as Sean broke from the team, finding a wall to get up against, while Bethan moved behind a stall, looking to Yekatarina, then at Hayden.

"Probably best we don't hit them. Wait them out, see if they move." Bethany calmly commented, Sean looking over at the group, then back at her.
"No chance. They're guards, not looters, they're not moving. Neither SAMC or COGS either, they have to be Melani's people. But we go loud here, we risk alerting the compound." Sean retorted, looking at the guy on the roof, the same Bethan took a glance at before she turned to the rest of the team, adjusting her boonie herself and her tactical pack, aware there wasn't going to be an easy way around this.

"Thoughts then? I might be able to flank them out, keep a low profile and if she can get onto his roof, drop that guy up there. Those guards down the bottom need some sort of distraction...you might be able to isolate them and drop them quiet if we can if you can get close enough to them. Might be half an idea to scavenge whatever you can to that end to distract them. Or put something together." Her thoughts were to the fact that well, they were in a market- there had to be something, surely? And if Hayden, Yekatarina and Sean could figure something out, they could get into the yard at least.

"This isn't Ikea. But I'm all ears."