Liam looked over at Sarah, a smile on his own face as he looked back at Pavel bungling in, along with the two hostages.
"Thank fuck for that." Liam simply said, as Pavel shut the rear doors, the two hostages confused but reassured by Pavel that they were getting out.
"This is Hydroxide, we got them. What's the plan on extract Malcolm?" Liam said, as he hit the throttle, accelerating hard as he drove out of the yard, the rain almost hail as he sped back onto the dirt roads.
"Understood...plan is simple, get to Bialystok, we'll recover leave them with the Germans from there. They intact?"
"As best as they can be. Fuck, the sods weren't half badly armed." Liam simply replied, looking over at Sarah, as he shifted up again, going faster as he skidded the van around the corner, wanting to make a fast escape before anyone else came.
"Copy. Ditch your guns at the Polish border. That's an order- we have no authority, we're bloody contractors, remember, not militants. Let's not make it look as if we did it in the way we did. The Germans care about their hostages, but the Polish authorities, if they catch you, will really mess up your day." Malcolm said simply, as Liam listened to his handler.
"Got it mate. Give us two hours." He said simply, before looking to Sarah, with a pissed off face.
"Well...fuck that. We ain't even out of Belarus, and if we get caught at the border, we'll have no defense. I ain't ditching my P226 either. Pavel, you hear?" Liam said, knocking on the metal behind him, and hearing his Czech fellow contractor's voice, a bit muffled though.

"I heard that. I got a friend back home in Liberec, he can hide them and get the shit we want back, and keep the shittier weapons."
"You suggesting we drive all the way there?"
"Well...."
"Fuck me." Liam simply said, as he looked ahead on the road, his pistol still at the ready. A UAZ came to a stop, as Liam cursed loudly, again. Slowing down, Liam looked at the car, watching as three soldiers got out- they looked like they were government. His eyes turned to Sarah, implying to keep quiet for the moment, as he made a simply utterance:
"Let them come up, but be ready."

The soldier at the front raised his AKM, as Liam stopped the van. Keeping the pistol in the door, ready at his left hand if needed, he let the window down as the man came up. "No Belarussian, no Belarussian! We are tourists!" Liam said in his best "foreign" pointing and English as he could, the man then proceeding to open the door. The second soldier came to Sarah's side, as Liam realized something more would be needed than a simple shot to the head. Sarah had time. But he didn't. He let the door open, and unbuckling his seatbelt, he half got out, aware the man was armed, but his weapon for the moment was lowered. Using his momentum as he got out, he gave a sharp kick with his left prosthetic to the soldier's knee, the soldier dazed as he howled in agony from the sheer force that Liam lashed out with. In that moment, Liam was able to fully get out, and grab the soldier's bald head, slamming it against the side of the door, as he watched the third man raise his gun. Using the door as cover, Liam kept his head down, as bullets flew past the window, Pavel and Ariana staying in with the hostages as planned in case shit went wrong. It was up to Liam and Sarah to sort this out- and Liam knew that one was now firing bullets at them. Grabbing his P226 from the door, he shot five loose rounds through the shattered window, with one hitting the Belarussian soldier, before he got a proper aim and shot three more into his torso. Looking over, the man on the ground was bleeding heavily from the head, but went for Liam's right leg, bringing him down as he threw a weak punch at his head, dazing Liam but giving him the chance to elbow him hard in the shoulder and get a hold. Twisting, his adrenaline running liquid in that moment, he heard the man howl again, as he grabbed his loose pistol, and executed the man, wiping the blood as he coughed hard.

Dragging the body away into a ditch, he looked over at Sarah, with an inclination.
"Don't just sit there lass. Let's get them hidden, we'll have to burn the car too. Jesus Christ." Liam said, coughing again as he wiped the blood from his cut left leg, just above his prosthetic. He put the P226 back in it's holster, as he looked over at her, his walk a simple one as the bandana-wearing contractor approached the man he had killed with his P226 earlier on. Dragging his body by the car, he wanted to make it look as if it was a simple ambush from the group they had just been fighting. The rain pissed down, with the blood washing a slght muddy grey and red in the ditch where the two bodies now were. This third one would burn with the car- it made sense to do that, to make it look more like an ambush rather than an execution. Getting into the UAZ, Liam searched for a can of petrol- it was unreliable to find it these days in these parts, after all. He found a five litre can in the back, already aware of what was going to happen.

Throwing the petrol can over the UAZ, as he finished emptying it, he looked over at Sarah, his bruised and soaked face saying everything.
"It isn't the most pleasant line of work. But they're all bastards, and we'd be dead by now if we didn't do this. Let's get going." Liam said, pulling his lighter out as he got a flame, the blue flame emerging from the Zippo a pleasant sight for him. Approaching the fabric roof at the back, he got a slight burn of a wet rag, aware that the petrol would soon burn and combust the whole car. Walking away with Sarah back to the Transporter, Liam looked back only once, as the entire thing engulfed into flames, a small explosion going off as the fuel tank went up, and the frame burned, leaving a smoke cloud. Starting the engine, Liam hit the gas again, driving past the burning car as he knew it was time to leave Belarus, and go home. He wiped his face, almost inert in what had happened. They did what they could, and they did what they have to. He knew he wasn't perfect, and to Sarah, perhaps he was even a little bit mad. But he did what he felt had to be done, and he knew that it was the way things would work in the team.