Nolan slammed the doors closed then put the car into reverse, wanting to get out of there as fast but as safely as he could. He checked the rear view mirror to make sure Andrew and Konstantin were safely in, then peeled out onto the main road. He smiled, "Oh that little bastard is going to wish I had hit him with one of my shots when we're done with him." He started to take the prescribed route to their Land Cruiser. Then all hell broke loose.

Nolan disobeyed Andrew at first. He looked up into his rear view mirror, to get an idea of what was following them as the first shots flew. He ducked when a round wickered in and blew the mirror off it's mountings. The shards of glass and plastic peppered him and the front area of the car. He stomped the gas swearing under his breath. Those Advanced Driving courses he took would finally pay off. Along with those Combat Driving Courses too. He ducked the car around, almost drifting around corners as he headed for the center of the city. He weaved through traffic, trying to lose the bigger, stronger SUVs in the traffic, making good use of the nimble car. But the SUVs always seemed to catch breaks.

He unholstered his M9, intending to try and take a shot when he could. He got a few moments where an SUV was in a position he could turn abit durin a lull in traffic to spit a round back through the driver side window which had been shattered by a hail of rounds a little while ago. He weaved past some semi-trucks, trying to get them between the car and the SUVs. He called back to Andrew, "I can't seem to lose the fucks!"

He pulled through traffic again, dodging more cars and innocent traffic. And had to duck partially as that AKM started to roar. He took a shot at the shooter, he would never know if he scored any hits at all. There was too much going on. He spat off a few more rounds. He hadn't seen the other SUV in awhile so he assumed Andrew had got them. But this other SUV with the AK in it still stuck to them. He grit his teeth, slowing hoping Andrew could get a good shot on the driver and shooter before they ventilated them or PITed them. He raised his pistol, to try and get an over his chest shot on the SUV when Andrew got the driver. And the SUV started to roll. Nolan slammed the gas getting them out of it's way. Dodging as it started to flame and threw debris everywhere. He panted, looking into one of the side mirrors, watching the traffic behind them stop behind the rolled and burning SUV. He shook his head, "Konstanin must know alot that they wanted him dead as much as they wanted us dead. I'm going to enjoy prying the info out of him before we give him to the CIA."

Nolan pulled the car off the highway and onto the grid of maze like side streets. If there were any more pursuers, the maze of streets would be a great barrier to them following. Nolan reached up to adjust the rear view mirror then remembered the state of it when his hand closed around nothing. He shook his head, "One of these days when I quit the army for good, I reserve the right to slug my former commanding officer..." Just him grousing abit.

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Victor walked towards the armory, the warmth of Australia was such that he had honestly forgotten how warm it could get, nothing like his native northern US or the north of the Scandinavian lands. He'd take almost anywhere over the warmth of Australia usually. But it is good to get back into the saddle like this. Out here he didn't think it was a bad thing to walk around in nothing but a pair of tight jeans. And almost nothing else. He didn't even wear his war paint sometimes for fear of it sweating off his face.

He still felt the twinge of the rifle round that had hit him high on the shoulder just a short time ago. He still had a large gauze patch taped over it, by order of the Belgian doctor who had released them under duress in his case anyway. The Doc had been worried that he might through the only barely repaired muscles out if he went back to work. Of course the doctor assumed he'd be going back to some cushy job. He had no idea.

Victor pulled open the door to the armory and turned, spotting his fiance. He smiled, and was going to sneak up on her when she told him she wanted to talk. He shut the door and locked it just in case, then came over to her. Sitting down with her and wrapping his arms round her. He could hear her anxiousness and her anger. He held her, "No it's no over, what happened to us, was just the start. Some of my old friends back in the Service say that the Marines, SEALs, DEVGRU, hell the Rangers. They're all mobilizing forces. I hear Vympel is getting into the mix, as well as JTF2 from Canada. Alot of major powers are gearing up, and major donations are headed towards Brussels to help with recovery." He hugged her tight.

He listened to her then placed a finger on her mouth, "What can we do? We do what we can, find who we can, blast, maim, kill, and take back some of what they took from us that day. I haven't suited up in months because of my training. I turned down good work to prepare." He kissed her as she cuddled close to him then smiled as she asked about the warpaint, "My blue and red? Sure you can use some of that. I used Blue and Red as shock value though. Traditionally it's supposed to be White, black and yellow." He cuddled right back against her smiling, "It's no taboo or anything for a warriors betrothed to use his paints. So us going into our next op painted up would be really interesting." He held her, and winked at her. Pulling her in for another kiss.