Viktor watched the shot pierce the giant's skull, dead accurate. But that wasn't good enough. His subjective time seemed to slow to a crawl and he watched the wretched beast turn to him, the brutal look of rage made his blood run cold. It took a step. Then the room lit back up with muzzle flashes from all around it. Somehow it managed another step, even while being pierced with rifle rounds. He managed to shift the muzzle slightly to realign it back with it's face, and before the Goliath finished the third step he smoothly squeezed the revolver's trigger and obliterated what was left of it's head. At least someone's round did. It didn't matter, he was happy to see it's bullet ridden corpse drop like a sack of shit. 

He took a step back and inhaled deeply while holstering the revolver. It seemed like all of that had happened within the space of a lungful of air. He looked up, Graves was instructing the others. They were already surrounding the injured man and trying to scrape the pair of bodies off the floor. He nodded subtly and acknowledged Graves with a casual salute; tapping the corner of his visor with his index finger. It wasn't a clear motion and it meant he didn't have to untie his tongue yet. Graves moved on, busy with the others. Stokes glanced at the four Lima boys he had been assigned. They were all looking at him. He tapped his name tag with one index and with the other hand he thumbed his radio. 

"Stokes to Norr. Loading bay is safe, could you guys rendezvous here for entry. I've got a team ready to escort your guys." He released the Comms button and glanced at the guys idling nearby. "Asshole, on the fourth floor? Seriously?" One or two chuckled. The rest continued eyeing the shadows and the entrances from the loading bay to the rest of the complex. As he waited Stokes cleared two spent rounds from his sidearm and refilled the cylinder. Then he slipped a fresh magazine into the MP9. He flipped the safety on for the PDW and clipped it  tight against his chest rig. 

He fished the snack bar that Grande had given him earlier. He tugged the balaclava down and took a bite. It was like cement in his mouth. He washed it down with a sip from his small canteen. The five men waited nervously for the concealment crew, the rest of DA had either taken the casualties out or filed off with Graves to find Juliet.