"Of course. Let's get this over with." He moved forward down the hall, towards the drug lord's room. Gallan was, however, a tad suspicious. He had not heard high nor hair of the leader since they started picking off the members of his gang. This was suspicious. He scanned his surroundings, glancing down each hall as they passed. Down one was a rather frantic looking man wearing a leather jacket, with plenty of face tattoos. He was less than two meters away, and his eyes widened at the view of the agents.<br/><br/>"HE--" Was all he had a chance to exclaim before Gallan's projectile of superheated gas tore a hole in his chest. He almost felt bad for that one. Almost. The man was going to reveal their position, which took any emotion Gallan had for the action out of itself. Finally at the end of the hall was a rather largeer door than the rest. It was likely a control room in this bunker's time as a military storage facility.<br/><br/>Gallan took place at one side of the door, motioning for Raz to halt with his fist raised into the air. Two fingers pointed toward the other side motioned for her to take position, and wait for him to breach. He placed a single gauntlet-clad hand onto the door. A light humming sound resonated between the technology and it's target, before the door opened without protest. Immediately Gallan rushed inside pointing his gun to the right, checking the corners. The room was pitch black. That's when he was tossed with a haymaker from his back, on the left side of the room, against the wall. He had time to release a small "oof" before sliding acrossed the floor. He rolled and turned, raising his weapon in the direction of his enemy. The silhouette of a giant of a man stood in the doorway. Maybe if they were lucky he didn't know there were two of them.<br/><br/>"You made a mistake coming here esé." He spoke with an obvious smile Gallan couldn't see. Gallan released two balls of plasma at the man, whom took both shots to his chest with inexplicable disconcern.<br/><br/>"RAZ. ENGAGE." Gallan ordered, wishing he'd done it sooner.