Andrew kept carrying him, Konstantin out cold but still a liability, as he checked his corners with the G17. Coming round the corner, he heard screeching, as Nolan skidded behind, Andrew quickly turned, and smirked, already aware of what had to be done.
"Nice." Andrew said, a simple reply as he opened the back door wider, throwing him in, before throwing himself in quickly by Konstantin
"Go!" He yelled simply again, not having the time for words, as he sat up, aware that this piece of shit would get them out of here. Coming round the corner, away from the burning wrecks of the two vehicles, he looked at Konstantin. He was knocked the fuck out, he wasn't going to be in the world of the living for a while. Pulling out his paracord, he wrapped it around his hands, before cutting a large section with his knife and tying his legs together. As they carried on, Andrew checked his Mk18, aware that they were getting out of here. He detached the silencer, and looked over at Konstantin, aware that they were practically done, or so he thought until he was halfway through his next sentence when he looked behind.
"Thanks man. This scumbag we'll have fun with- we need to get to the car park, our Land Cruiser's there to transfer to. Wait, fuck...floor it, don't worry about what's behind you." Andrew said, slower towards the end, as he peered out the rear window, looking at at least two more SUVs, unarmored but they weren't fucking around. Loading a tracer mag into the Mk18, he smashed the side window with the CTR Carbine stock on his Mk18, aware that this was a shit car anyway, and was probably easier than a jammed window. Peeking out, he saw the man in the passenger seat of the first SUV load an Uzi, and spray towards them, as Andrew prayed that Nolan had paid good attention on his Advanced Driving Course. They were going straight for the middle of Dushanbe, and the town was practically a maze in parts.
"Fuckers.." Andrew muttered, as Andrew peeked out, spraying a set of rounds towards the first SUV, as they jerked violently around a corner, Andrew held on with his hand on the side, firing on as Uzi rounds sprayed back and hit the rear window.
"They fucking know we have him, but they're still shooting. Either he knows a lot or he's just as expendable as we are.." Andrew yelled, firing on as he wasted the mag on shots to the front, keeping Konstantin down and himself as he threw a new mag in. They tore through the town, passing through the busy Old City and the corners were unforgiving, even for this Soviet-era place. Andrew popped out again, the window smashing as he got his head down, and aimed through that instead, a moment of concentration giving him the chance to cap the passenger of the SUV, before then spraying the driver as he tried to come too close, almost hitting the car but instead, stopping them dead in their tracks. 
"Just don't look behind Nolan, seriously." Andrew added hastily, watching as the other SUV sweeped past, the man armed with an AKM of some sort. Andrew swore loudly with the word that sounded similar to runt, reloading himself as he heard 7.62mm shots now blaze past, as they wove through traffic. The SUV came in close, and almost was side by side for a moment, as it got the jump on the car, almost coming in to hit them. Andrew knew that Nolan would have his M9 by his side, but he had to do whatever he could himself right here, right now. Shooting thick and thin, before the SUV driver came in for a PIT maneuver, Andrew shot the driver clean in the head, the whole thing turning too early and almost completely tipping over, as it turned too much on the driver's dead body, flipping twice as it came to a shuddering halt. AK man was dead, but they were alive. Just.
"Nice driving Nolan, fucking A. Just keep going, we need to weave through traffic and get to the car park. We'll have fun with Konstantin at some point before we get him to the CIA drop, we'll go somewhere where the fucking sun don't even shine here, don't you worry." Andrew said, as Nolan drove on, now the only aim to get out of Dushanbe in a different vehicle with this Russian alive and ready for a roasting.

(The scenario's going to end soon- I've just started a small scene with Natalie and Victor, simply detailing them in the aftermath and setting up their operation- though that won't begin straight away.)

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Somewhere near Perth, Australia
PMC Base

Natalie sat inside the armory, aware that this was Natalie's and Victor's alone. Their suits were on seperate sides of the room, and what was enough heavy weaponry to level a city was here. Natalie's M134, a GAU-19 .50 cal minigun that Natalie was working on getting light enough with a specialized mount and recoil reduction system, with a M2HB, Victor's XM307, along with a H&K GMG and a Mk19. Natalie had a giant pair of flamethrowers on a mount- with their tanks armored up and pretty hard to hit. It took a hit to the regulator to really spark that up, but they had enough flames to last almost sixty seconds worth of fire, with two nozzles accurate to almost 100m. A GM6 Lynx was on the table- Natalie's rifle for some more extreme range, and other kit was also scattered here- their Tactical Suits, for stealth work that required a bit of protection, while Natalie's wingsuit also hung on a hangar. She looked over, hearing the door open, aware that her Mohican Fiance was coming along. She wore little, like she usually did out here- she wanted to keep her tan on, and from behind, you could see her Spetsnaz tattoo on her right shoulder, as well as a cracking rear. She let him sneak up, just waiting to speak.
"Hey...Come over here, shut the door behind. It's the quietest place on the base, we really need to talk. I feel like a fucking parsnip, I tell you. Considering we got let out yesterday and flew out straight away without setting off too many metal detectors, I call that a job well done. But you know that we didn't stop it Victor. I'd have fucking died right there and then if I could save a couple more souls, they didn't deserve it Victor." Natalie said, sitting down, her boob-crushing bra at least keeping her a little restrictive, her skin going from it's pale to far more colored even in the short time she had been on base. She had just gone from her shirt and trousers to something a little looser in the last half hour, as the heat really came on.
"What the fuck can we do now...I hear there's an op soon, I haven't suited up for a while, and believe me, when that GAU-19 is ready, I'll have to bring it along to see what terrorist head looks like with .50 cal rounds. Plus the guys that made your suit said to the company that they might do another, for a specific female operator. A few modifications here and there, though I'm yet to pitch everything I want in on that specific model. Won't look the same as that, might be a more "me" twist to it, you know? Not as robotic, a bit more fluid." Natalie said, watching as Victor came along, to sit by her.
"Listen...you know that warpaint you have? That blue and red...well, since you're the authority here on that stuff, are you okay I use a little? Just to see what it's like?" Natalie said, cuddling up close, rubbing her leg against his as she knew she was just teasing him. Perhaps it was a tribal thing, a thing that only members could wear, but she just wanted to see what it would look like.