Incaa said:
It took the commander only a few minutes to find her squad, they stood waiting at the entry point to the complex. "Let's move out, Len you're on point." she ordered, gesturing forward.
"Affirmative." Len answered as he began a careful advance, his semi-automatic rifle aimed forward with an eye staring down the iron sights and his finger rested lightly on the trigger. The passageway was a maze of rubble and debris, the lights flickered briefly and then with a violent shudder of a generator dying they were extinguished. His current eyes, a gift of his current employer permitted him a virtually unobstructed sight in the darkness, not that it was needed, no commando worth his salt required sight to navigate.
"Careful..." Len spoke over the squad communications network, "There is a path onwards, however, the structural integrity of this floor is compromised." Beyond his sight, Len could far too clearly hear the groan of the building as parts slowly collapsed under the added weight of several tons of debris.
Though his pace was slow, Len continued onwards, indicating with his hands or a quick statement over the comms where to step. He attempted to listen for any sounds, hopefully of their new companion, unfortunately, there was far too much distortion and disruptive noise in the dying complex, at best he gauged he would have to come within some 20 meters for any specific sound to be noticeable to a satisfactory degree.
After some time, which based on his own watch and calculations was no more than 5 minutes the squad reached a door marked as an exit leading to some sort of central stairway. Resting one ear lightly against the door and tuning his hearing augmentations, Len paused, listening for any sounds.
"Contact!" He hissed with the sound of heavy footsteps ringing clearly in his ears. Closer, closer, it seemed to him, traveling upwards. Drawing several quick breaths and exhaling, Len began a slow count to 10, on this final number he lurched through the door way, turning his rifle upwards along the stairway and taking aim, it was not as if he would miss, at less than a meter he was more than certain his bullets would find their mark.
With a sudden motion his rifle angled towards the ground and he raised one hand in wave.
"Ah, the good Samaritan..."