He snarled as he heard someone scream for C4, but wasn't having trouble with the switches because he knew where they all were by memory. He hit the 'wheel switch' and blasted to the other end of the hanger, outside of the noise and smoke bubble. He whirled back around still in wheel form, and resumed firing at the no longer obscured targets, first opening with the last flash-bang, and as his thermal showed him where all the targets were, he fired his only micro missile volley into the mess of targets near where he had been standing.