Well, this wasn't good.

Bethan and Sean knew that pretty fast when they heard Victor's voice boom, a sorrowful, vengeful shout and one that was hauntingly bouncing off the walls. Oh, they knew what they'd done, but hadn't expected the response to be so immediate. So now was a good time to run. Chances were, Victor was in a private deal with her outside of the organisation's known ranks, but hell, it was still going to mean that every hit team that answered to him had eyes on exactly who it was. No doubt Victor had put that together. So the two had no intent of staying around.

Bethan followed on Katarina, watching as she tapped the man in front, and taking the tool, smashed the door open. As the closest pointman on her, the Welshwoman moved through the thin gap, and moving onto the rooftop, turned the corner to find a couple more guards in surprise, turning around and in shock.
"Hey, you...." The man's shout died as Bethan raised her FNC and popped two rounds into his chest, another round following into the head of the man next to him, clattering one off the roof into a metal lean-to, as Bethan watched Sean follow her lead, and the others then come through. They had no time to lose. They would be out range by using the rooftop to the next, but they had to hustle. And that was all they did, as Bethan looked over her shoulder to check they were there, before breaking into a sprint.

From roof to roof, Bethan hustled over the varying heights, clambering the clay and offering a hand over, Sean grabbing it and moving with her, as he ran in front and vaulted another wall, hearing the sound of mercs flooding the compound behind.
"We need to keep on moving. Truck's a couple blocks over, we need to get to it, and get the hell out." Sean called back to the team, Bethan nodding as she lept the small meter-sized gap between two of them, Sean following suit and moving on, the two Brits aware that they weren't exactly a low profile on this rooftop across the market, but it would have to do. Anyone inbetween them and here was dead, so at the least, they had that in their court.

Well, until another squad came in down on the alley below where they come from, Sean seeing it first and pinning down fire as Bethan slid behind an old, outdated AC unit, Sean tapping a few rounds to make them duck.
"Contacts, in the street!" Sean called, as Bethan popped her head up, and with a couple of taps, dropped one of them, Sean hearing bullets wizz back from a few AKs, before he repeeked and using his FAL's semi-automatic fire, clattered two rounds into the head of another skinny, before repositioning. Bethan covered and dumped the magazine into it, giving Katarina and Hayden the chance to suppress, cover and eliminate the enemy, as well as get moving.
"We need off this rooftop and into the alley, we need to fucking go!" Sean yelled back, as he peeked again, and with a subtle check of the light in the dark, picked one more out and put a couple of rounds into him, before coming back into cover.