Connor looked up as he saw Tinder cuff Yankee. He sighed.
"Dammit. Okay let's get out of here."

The Pavelow rounded the building and lined it's ramp on the edge of the building as a few more SEALs in flight suits and helmets rush out to help the injured Walter onto the large chopper. Connor kept his SAW out to make sure no one out of the remaining group tries anything against them. Soon came Lauren with help, lifting the two injured blackhawk pilots on board.

"Sir what about them?" The crew member pointed at Fox.
"They weren't the ones we were after. Leave them." Connor responded as he trotted onto the ramp as well.