<span style="font-weight: bold">Aaron</span><br/><br/>Aaron stuck by the big metal-powered conduit, running right behind so he could dash ahead for non-lethal takedowns if he felt like the big man would get violent. The next group were thrown out of the way like bowling pins, however, and as such Aaron did not need to intervene. It would appear as if they were clear for the time being, and as the big guy stopped, Aaron jogged up next to him, looking a little dissatisfied. All in all, with his modern stylish haircut and clean-shaven face, his stern expression and samurai armour looked slightly comical. His tone was anything but that, however. "Just so we're on the same page, this alliance is one of convenience. While I appreciate the rescue, we are<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>friends. Are we clear?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">E3A</span><br/><br/>Able 1: Leading his team to his chief, J.J. spoke several commands. He estimated he had sixteen seconds to instruct his team. "We'll attempt to put Tango between us and Queen. Use overlapping scissor fire if Tango goes Oscar Mike. Go infared to migitate flash effect. C-dog, deploy smoke on my mark. Got it?"<br/><br/>Able 2: "Wilco."<br/><br/>Bravo 1: "Wilco."<br/><br/>Bravo 2: "Wilco."<br/><br/>The team were now roughly five seconds away from the corner that would lead them to the fight between the D.U.P. leader and the flash conduit. A command were spoken over the radio.<br/><br/>Able 1: "Deploy smoke, go IR!"<br/><br/>Able 2: C-dawg took a smoke grenade from its holder and pulled the pin with his mouth before throwing it at the corner to obscure their entry. From release, it took two minutes for the grenade to start belching smoke.<br/><br/>The team came in, infared night-vision goggles humming, two seconds later, just as the smoke obscured their entry. Their formation a flawless firing line.