For once, Brandon's intentions were actually pure. No, he didn't like Alghren, and he probably never would, but that didn't mean that he wanted her to die. The only reason he was willing to let her get shot was because she could take it. He wished, as much as wishing would do for him, that Topher would get that, but he got that he didn't at the same time. "I'm not trying to be an ass, guys. I'm just saying..." he said seriously. "Use shit like that to our advantage, you know?"
How had Zimmerman navigated this street to get away without getting killed. "Fucking primal shit," he mused in disgust. "These fuckers need to die today." They'd be content to pick off the compound one by one, and Brandon didn't want to see anyone else die. "I see a tripwire about five feet in. One of us needs to watch the ground, one of us keeps our eyes on the building, and the other one keeps our eyes on our six. Just in case," he nodded behind them. He wouldn't put it past these people to set up some kind of an ambush.
Call to the roof group? Brandon nodded and took out his walkie, looking over at the rooftop and Alghren, who was staring in the direction of the building that they'd taken up shop in. "See anything?" he asked her.
This time, she jumped a little when the walkie went off, but took it out and nodded her head. "I'm using those thermal binoculars. There's movement on the fourth floor, but none on the top. Looks like three different people, and two more on the floor below. I just told the snipers, but apparently they're having a tough time getting a bead. They're moving too much."
Brandon looked up at the fourth floor of the building, and scratched at his head. "Alright, here's the plan, then. We'll fight our way to the fourth floor from the ground. You come in through the roof entrance, and come down to the fourth floor to back us up." He looked to Silas and Regan, now. "Shouldn't be too much work, since there's only three of them in there, right?" he asked the guys.