Nolan tossed his PP2000 up onto the top of the wall, then with a soft grunt leapt up and caught the edge. Combat gloves giving him purchase, and he kicked up and atop the wall. He grabbed his SMG, scanning the area around them quickly through the holosight atop it. He then hopped down. landing in a half crouched position. He spun in slow 360 degree turns, scanning the dark hall carefully. He could hear metal creaking, wood groaning, the sound of a place on it's last legs, starting to fall apart bit by bit, day by day, year by year. The Soviets had left it when they pulled out, and no one had bothered to try and keep the entire complex up.

He turned, pointing his weapon at the sound of something clattering and following the sound of something skittering off. He grumbled, "The Army sends up to all the fashionable parties..." He turned back around again, falling back into step with Andrew. Then got into a low crouch at the sound of an engine. He froze and blended into the darkness as best he could in his ghille. He marshalled his breath and whispered, "Come on...pass by...pass by..." He winced when it came true that the truck stopped just like Andrew thought, "Crap crap crap..." He raised his PP-2000 up, sighting on one of the cab's occupants and almost shot immediately upon seeing the hostages, "No...damn it..." He was about to pull the trigger, but then lowered his gun, "Yeah...no shot...blast...I don't like leaving this...but the shot on the HVT is more important you're right." He waited, watching, weapon ready to jump up again. 

He knew Death, Nolan the Sniper, and the Angel of Death were close friends. Nolan had left alot of gifts for the fictional myth of an entity through out the years with the long distance touch of a rifle round to the chest, or a shot to the head. Yeah, Death and Nolan were not unknown to each other at all. So he watched the whole thing, an angry look on his face as the shot rang out and the hostages dropped. He breathed a sigh and shook his head, "Bastards...everyone of them...they all deserve a shot to the dome...execution style...no last rites...everyone of them." He followed Andrew up, spitting on the ground as if to rid himself of the taste and thoughts of the murderers. He moved on, watching the back as usual.

They left the bodies, though Nolan wanted dearly to move them to give them some kind of respect. But he knew that wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all. If someone happened to come this way, and see the bodies moved, it'd be a give away that someone was near. They left them and moved on.

They reached an area they could see the cooling tower, and he looked up at it, removing his ghille hood briefly and wiping some of the sweat off his face, "Well don't that look like shit...gonna be cramped up there once we're there. Just be glad you get to come down, I need to stay up there to have a bead on everything." He waited a second or two as they reached the courtyard. He threw himself into a crouching run, trying to get across the open space as quickly and as quietly and as unobtrusively as he could. Once across he took a side of the door, then once Andrew had gave the door a boot he took the lead, sweeping into the room, SMG raised to his shoulder, scanning the room beyond. He scanned his sectors. Checked walkways and corners, a small tapped on combat light on the left side of his PP-2000 let him see a little better, but the slim beam didn't provide alot of illumination, which was totally on purpose really. He was just finishing up a quick circuit of the room when Andrew called out about the stairs. He joined him then nodded, "When in doubt...go up." He followed Andrew this time, through the door, past the graffitti, onto the second floor.

There a bunch of offices, and a long, ratty corridor, and finally a hatch up onto the roof. He breached the hatch first, and lead the way up top. He crouched just off the ladder up, scanning the area, having let his PP-2000 swing, and having replaced it with the heavy long barreled TAC-50 now. He swept the roof carefully, he had fitted a canted iron sight to the side of the 12.7mm rifle, wasn't the best outfit, but better then looking through the high power scope atop it. He waved Andrew up and stepped out and away from the ladder up. He sniffed and motioned towards a steel walkway that lead out to the cooling tower over at the end of the rooftop, "There's out way up...that stairway up the side of the tower though is an iffy thing though isn't it?" He started towards the tower. He reached the ladder and stair combination that would allow them to get up the tower, "Better if I head up first, this way you don't need to jump over me when you have to come down." He lead the way up carefully, "How long do we have until our marks arrive?"