"Ugh, damn it. Now I gotta climb all these steps." Yankee mumbles to himself; since his magic's depletion, the Director has had to rely on physical and mental prowess and conditioning. Holding the carbine in hoof, he's slightly surprised at the results of the Initiative; being a subject to the program itself has yielded generous benefits. Now relying on gut instinct and speed of movement, Yankee presses forward to extinguish the resistance towards his goals. His thoughts flash over to the others, Bravo and Juliet still in the conference room, 'I can get them out, but not with them around. F*ck that, the years we've put into this, the sheer scope of the possibilities.' The Director reaches the exit to the roof, slowing his speed to a crawl as he brings the carbine to bear; peeking down the sights, he first finds Broadshield. Instead of firing, he moves closer to the exit, not making a sound as he scans the rest of the roof. His amber eyes sighting Tinder and Foxtrot much closer, as well as his machete; a moment of silence passes as he visualizes his strategy. 'I won't let them stop our only chance. Regardless of the outcome, the project will continue.' Taking a deep breath, the unicorn sprints into action; once he reaches the roof, he beelines straight to Foxtrot and Tinder as his firearm is centered on the pegasi. He fires a round towards Broadshield's shoulder in an attempt to free his grip from his firearm; as the sound of gunfire reaches their ears, he drops the carbine and slings over his crossbow. The bolt is sent speeding towards the Equinox soldier's left hindleg, should the bullet some how miss, there was a backup. As soon as both projectiles are fired, Yankee skids to a stop right in front of the the two unicorns. He swings the butt of his crossbow right into Tinder's center, barely missing her injury by several inches/centimeters; wasting no time, his focus is simply to waste the rogue agent.

The clang of the knife deflecting the bullet draws the Director from his prior engagement, in the corner of his vision he sees a familiar pegasus charging towards them. An increasing chill surrounding him alerts the green unicorn of Tinder's presence, the work of the only other unicorn apart from Foxtrot on the roof. Now aware of his targets, he surrounds himself once more with a magical aura, slowing the effects of the arctic cooling on him. With his free hoof he lands a hook on his opponent’s nose, following through with a kick that sends the rogue agent dropping his machete and flying into Broadshield, knocking them both down onto the concrete. Looking to the orange mare, he fires a single magical blast towards her before focusing on the helicopter. Eyes glowing bright, he siphons the last of his magical energy to his hooves, knowing he only has a single shot. By the Director's definition of a single shot, it's rather several in an organized volley. The entire roof begins to shake as the metal girders underneath twist and turn, large cracks bursting around the group. A churning echo roars above the howl of the winds as five massive steel girders erupt from the roof; a third of the ceiling collapsing into the room where they all met. All pointed towards the Blackhawk, Yankee sends them hurtling towards the airborne squad. One takes out the tail rotor, as another punctures one of the engines; two of them miss, crossing the blades and splintering them apart as the last one manages to be the only miss. The aircraft begins to lose control, spinning eratically as it drops towards the edge of the ceiling.

Connor certainly gets Yankee' s attention, the Director dropping his shield as he clenched his teeth. "Damn you guys are like bucking roaches!" He points his glowing hoof at the stallion, the soldier finding a green aura surrounding him. Suddenly, Connor flies straight up into the air, the Director's magic being the only thing keeping afloat. The green unicorn then notices Walter, lifting his other front hoof and charging it for a lethal blast right towards the immobile SEAL.

Yankee turns away from the two to the new soldier arriving to the scene. His front hoof glows, the saber he's holding also eminating a green aura as well. Once Connor nears him, the unicorn stomps his hoof in his direction; the concrete roof splits apart and rises up with increasing force. "More of you? I told them the alternative would get them out faster. Oh well..." He leans forward and aims sights towards the attacker, his horn glowing brightly along with his eyes.

Yankee jumps back as Walter attacks, the unicorn covering himself in a protective aura of magic. The bolt bounces off his shoulder, garnering a laugh from the Director, "Haha! You're quite the slow learner there. In case you haven't noticed..." He raises his hoof as Walter fires his rounds, each one stopping in a greenish glow right in front of Yankee. "That toy of yours isn't going to help you." His smile becomes more fiendish as the bullets turn around and face Foxtrot and Walter. "But it certainly helps me." The rounds then speed forward towards them with an encasing of magic; the volley too widespread to dodge.

Lauren wouldn't find anything of interest on Romeo, other than a used cigar and one half of a pendant made for two. The cry of the other Director, as well as the sound of the impact, can be heard from there location. A keen eye could spot Juliet swerving back into the building, landing just a few stories below them.

The stray round streaks over Bravo' s head as the Pegasus finishes dressing his wound. His beige coat is stained with red, although in the darkness, how much is covered in blood is still a mystery. With heavy breaths, the Director looks over the bookshelf to the door, noting a fugue trying to tamper with it. Now having little to lose, Bravo slowly makes his way back to the entrance. Step by step he gets closer, his steel colored eyes scanning around him for the other mare in the archive. A cautious tactic, but one that betrays him when his shoulder bumps into a corner of a table, knocking a couple of books over in the process. With his cover blown, the Director takes one last gamble and leaps into the air, aiming to pounce on whoever is at the door.