"Done, that works for me." Beth replied, before Sean could even get a word in, the Welshwoman clutching her FNC in hand and nodding to the Irishman, aware that while he'd be frustrated with that, it did make sense. Taking down the guys on the roof risked a bigger fight, and while Bethan liked the idea of taking them out fast, avoiding would be the best route if they could take it. Got them closer, but made it harder on the way out. 

"We'll need to work with what we can prune when the opportunity arises. We've got nowt in the way of quiet weaponry, so moment we open up, we are fucked. We deal with whatever happens from that point forward." Sean put bluntly, Beth shrugging.
"Better that crucifying bitch is dead though if we get there though, eh?" She nonchalantly commented, and with that, Sean was on point, the team clambering out from cover out into a building at the side.

Sean kept his P226 in hand, FAL on back for the time being, in a point shooting stance. He had aggression and timing on his side, that at least would come to something. He's never had to kill anyone in close quarters in the army, well, outside so far, that had happened a few times. So he was ready for everything, his machete in close reach and accessible if he needed it. He reasoned he was tall enough to at least rugby tackle one of them worst came to it, and the fact that four in a room with specialist training would be able to batter someone. And so far, so quiet, the small complex. Up a set of stairs, and they were going through an alley of what seemed like some sort of flats, enclosed on all sides, and out of sight. There was nobody here, anyone sane had run because they knew what turf this was. 

It grew inside of Beth that there was probably good reason- nothing good could happen from being a bystander here. She looked across to Yekatarina, moving the corner and covering the Russian, aware she was laser focussed, and a capable breacher. 
"So what's your plan when we get to the compound, clamber in somehow?" She asked, wondering out loud a little perhaps, as Sean turned the next corner, then pulling back as he saw a handful of militants come along the alley, pushing back against Hayden and putting his hand up to the rest of the team.

"Shit...incoming." Sean barely uttered it, hearing them chatting among themselves, and very much aware that shit was about to hit the fan. The gang members were coming their way. There must have been at least three, from what he could tell. This could turn into a shitshow fast- two at once might have been capable, but more than that, it was risky. Sean wasn't thinking too much on that, as he took his machete, looking across to Hayden, knowing if they wanted to keep quiet, this might be a better shot. On the corner it would be tough to take them down, and it wasn't even the first time they'd got their knives out either- the P226 spare in hand, he could at least keep it out if they did need to open fire.
"Go for the first, H, I'll nab the next. The girls can have the rest."