It wouldn't be a real job if it went smoothly all the way through. They were lucky they'd gotten as far as they did without incident, with the small amount of time they'd had to plan. Now they were almost gone. All that was left was the three soldiers in front of them.
He set the case down and stood up straight again, brushing Mirta's leg with a finger as he did so. Wait. She was smaller and sleight, someone harder to see coming in the middle of a situation. "Identify ourselves, son?" Eliot snapped irritably. "Should be you who are identifying yourselves."
Eliot scowled. "I'm Specialist Ford and that's Specialist Harrison." The moment the words left his mouth, he thanked god that Hardison wasn't around. There would be no end to the insinuation that he was developing a geek streak. "One of you was supposed to be down here helping us out. We got the chance to take out a major threat in the city and you people are dragging your heels. War on terror, boy. You're lucky Specialist Harrison here ain't kicking your worthless asses for being so slow."
As he spoke, he stepped closer. There was hesitation in the closest man's eyes. "We received no orders. Sir," he quickly amended, just in case what Eliot was saying was true. "If you just wait, I can call in and conf-"
The moment he reached for his walkie talkie, the moment his gun pointed the slightest down and away, Eliot lunged, hitting the gun to point down as he swung out, his fist making contact with the man's jaw. The action created confusion, drawing a little more attention his way for the distraction he tried to create.