Broadshield breathes a sigh of relief hearing that Tinder isn't too badly injured. "That's good, I didn't want someone else to get hurt on this mission." he pauses before continuing. "My Recon Team saw you go down, and Bravo was already down. It could have only left that Morgan pony you were talking about. I'm sorry I had to tell you that, you two sound like friends." he pauses, then turns to his soldiers. "You three, look for that truck, and report to me any information you have." he says. After giving their commander a salute, they jump out of the open window, soaring into the air. Turning back to Morgan, he continues where he left off. "You've done well, regardless of the circumstances. One way or another, when this mission is over, I'll see to it that you receive a full pardon from the Equestrian Government. Its what you deserve. Now, you have two options, you may choose to leave, and make your way to the base at the foot of the building and rest up until the mission is over, or you can stay and fight, and bring the rest of the Directors down. What do you think?" he asks.

Yankee watches his former agent bring up his combat machete to bear. He glances over to Connor and Walter, noting their current position. Staring back to the unicorn he steps towards him. "We could kill them you know. Then you and I can return t-" The look Foxtrot gives him destroys any possibility of compromise as the unicorn charges him. Without another word spoken the two trade swipes and slashes, the sound of clashing metal resonating amongst the howling wind that pulls on their tails and manes. Foxtrot spots the carrier, the thought of the other Directors being on board presenting itself in his mind. The distraction is costly, Yankee using the moment to disarm him and send him skidding across the roof with a blast of energy. The agent finally comes to a stop near the edge of the building.

Broadshield places the handcuffs on the downed griffon, and is enveloped by a bright green light, then he is gone, the howling winds outside providing the only noise in the desolate building. "This is Home Base to Commander Broadshield, we have retrieved Romeo, beginning sedation and emergency surgery. He's taken some pretty hard blows, much like Zulu, but they should be fine by the time you get back, over." A voice is heard on the radio. "Roger that Home Base, make sure to keep a close eye on the two of them, we don't know what may happen. We're going to need them alive when we give them to Saddle Arabia. Over." he says. Looking back, he sees a carrier rise up to the floor above, and he sees the pony from before toss Juliet into the vehicle. He watches as the carrier makes its way to the floor Tinder is on, and he watches as another pony tosses Bravo in. "Crap! We just lost two of our directors! All Recon Units, keep an eye on the carrier on the 40th floor, but do not engage, continue relaying a SITREP." he says into his microphone. Making his way to the door, he leads his soldiers down to the floor that Tinder is on. "Oh please be alright Tinder..." he thinks to himself.

Connor lands hard but managed to roll back up. He sees the unit carrier and the pegasus team harnessed  to it appeared over the edge and runs over to the injured Dorsett to begin moving him towards the team. "He's pretty badly hurt but I think one of them put some sort of wrap on it. Either way he needs some attention now." Connor mumbled trying to pick his teammate up and lift him into the hooves of the rest of his team. "Are we just going to forget Yankee and get out?"

Morgan took one last look at Tinder before throwing Bravo onto the carrier before hopping in herself with her legs dangling off the edge.
"Hope to see you soon again buddy." She whispered as the pegasi in the front flapped their wings to lift the carrier towards Lauren's room.