Scott had been backing up Jan and Zhenya's fire with his own as they advanced. He heard the BMD at the same time as Jan called it out, and threw himself behind cover as the infantry piled out, and the vehicles' low, flat turret began turning, the cannon sniffing them out as targets. 
Cursing to himself in a mutter, Scott slid the Carl Gustav off of his shoulder, along with the backpack of rounds. Swinging open the tube in a super-fast reload, he swung the nozzle shut and slapped the catch home. He shouldered the heavy recoilless rifle, and squinted into the high-powered, modern scope. The BMD swum into focus as he came up on one knee. He tracked the crosshair to his left, sighting on the boxy flank of the little tracked vehicle.
"Fire in the hole!" he yelled out, and then pulled the trigger. The weapon fired with a crashing, rolling boom that echoed off of the forest and the ruined base, rolling around. The projectiles' impact was marked with a roaring blossom of flame and smoke; and the IFV came to a stop abruptly. He was all ready to load a HE for the second round, but then the order to stand down came through, and he hesitated. 

Almost in an instant everything started to unravel. He slung the Charlie and followed Jan, MP5 in hand once again. An uneasy feeling grew in his gut as they moved on. Russians were swarming everywhere. Balaclava-clad and moving with fierce intent and purpose, they looked like the stereotype of the Cold War baddies bought to life - and there were here, in the middle of their mission. Like Jan, he felt a growing sense of unease, and that something about the situation was squirrelly, but he didn't have a chance to mention it before the Pole spoke his mind, angrily and rightly so. Zhenya's reaction was typical Zhenya: the man was almost robotic at the best of times ([i]both of them were,[/i] he thought to himself wryly), and now he didn't even portray a reaction other than simple acceptance.
"This is bollocks, mate," he said chiming in quietly as he pulled the scarf off of the lower part of his face and slid his goggles up onto his helmet. "The captain's right, something about this doesn't add up. It's all too bloody convenient, and we're being frozen out of whatever's going on here. I know our orders are to return to base... but if we missed out on something that we'd get in the shit for later because we didn't look into it. Well, 'we were ordered to' is a bit of a crap reason for it, isn't it?" 
He shook his head. "Not my call to make though," he said after a moment. Rolling his shoulders, he looked to Jan and nodded. "Sir," he said, meeting Jan's eyes evenly, and hoping he got the silent message: [i]I'm with you, whatever happens.[/i]