Jan moved forwards, moving into cover behind another tree stump, laying down fire on soldiers as Zhenya moved, and 
"Shit! BMD-1, coming from our right! Range, about 200m, closing fast! That is not VDV, that's a BMD-1!" Jan yelled, aware that this was a shitty little BMD-1, a light IFV of sorts with a 76mm gun and a Matyluka ATGM launcher. It was ancient tech, but it had to be taken out, and probably was a mover out of their sight.
"Scott, prep the Carl G, light that fucker up!" Jan yelled, as he shot a man that was armed with a PKM cleanly with a burst, then reloading the 416, throwing a new PMAG into the weapon as he gave it a confident cock. They continued on laying down fire down the hill, as Zhenya set in, Jan keeping his head down as the RPD chucked out rounds, and the last remaining few at the guardpost were dead. The BMD was all that was left, and the infantry aboard now laying down rounds into the snow from afar.

The radio suddenly buzzed, after the fight died, as Jan felt it was on his long range. Command.
"This is Col Sanderson, Lima Actual, you are to halt right there. VDV and Spetsnaz forces are coming en masse, you're to desist and back off the target. Spetsnaz Vympel forces have seized the command centre." He heard, as Jan looked over, at the anarchy, the distant sight of parachutes and transport planes somehow sickening. This was fucked. Yet Jan felt that there were still men left. The fighting had died? How? Jan didn't understand, there were still militants last time they checked, and the fire hadn't hit the command centre...and yet the area had been teeming last time that Jan had looked.
"Sanderson, you sure? We're almost to target, we're closing.."
"Negative, you are to desist with immediate effect, Captain. You are to fall back over the ridge and await extraction." Sanderson said, as Jan looked around. They'd done the job. No more hostiles. There were soldiers on the ground, and somehow, Jan felt betrayed. This wasn't right. Something was fucked. Medved was nowhere in sight, and Jan knew that Zhenya had something to do with it, or at least part of something. Why were they stopping? That he didn't get. He had to abide his rules, and knew full well what was going on. Right now, they had to leave. Maybe there 
"This is bullshit, Colonel.."
"Orders are orders, Captain. The Russians want your team removed right now. Do I make myself clear?" Sanderson said, as Jan swore, moving around the wrecked guardhouse, the sight of new, shiny looking BMD-3 and balaclava-clad Russian men following behind, scary enough in it's full sight. This was shitted. They were here too early, and they had found something- they rushed the Command Centre. Jan wanted to go in. But he had a feeling the ROE had changed for them.
"Understood, Colonel." Jan said, as he lowered his 416, the burning wreck of the BMD-1 close to the guardhouse, and the dead bodies strewn about for nothing. He looked to the two men of Lima, unable to still see Medved.

"Zhenya, I swear to God....tell me fucking true, what is going on. Why I'm hearing this. Tell me that you're going to say this is madness. We lost five men for this." Jan said, bitterly, taking his sunglasses off with his gloved hands, the 416 held tightly in his right hand, around the pistol grip. He had a feeling that whatever Zhenya was going to say, was going to be terrible indeed. Or if it wasn't, Jan knew it was going to be a lie. He felt driven himself to say it. He wasn't speaking on Scott's behalf now. He was saying it because he wanted to personally get retribution. And there was a deep seated anger that he had at Zhenya right now, a deep seated suspicion about all of this.