They disembarked from the MRAP and immediately fanned out to form a defensive line as the FMTV rolled in behind them and came to a stop near the loading bay, its engine idling as the driver kept it angled for a quick exit.
Ryan didn't wait.
"Perimeter, now. Two teams left and right. Gunners stay hot."
The additional troops moved immediately, spreading out across the parking lot. Two took positions behind an overturned sedan near the entrance, rifles up, scanning the broken glass doors. Another pair moved along the right flank, checking the gaps between vehicles and the edge of the building.
The MRAP gunners above them tracked slow arcs across the area, barrels shifting with controlled movements, ready to fire the moment anything broke into a sprint.
