Andrew moved back up, crossing the road as he moved across into cover, staying out of the light, and in the shadows. He watched ahead, as he began crawling once more, peeking cover. Hostiles. Lots of them. They had moved from the trucks, they were busy here, no doubt. He had to make his move, and going to the rear AA truck, he set a beacon up underneath, alongside another strip of C4, as an insurance policy. Backing away from the undercarriage, he headed back to the rock he was in cover in, peeking over, before then moving back across the road as the attention was focussed on a warehouse across the outpost. Moving through, he headed back a different way than that of which he had come, the New Zealander moving proficiently and tactically as he slipped through to some more cover, keeping out the way as another patrol moved. Like a ghost, he knew that any exposure could fuck their moving, and it would no doubt, result in some serious problems. Death, certainly. Capture would be worse, he was not repeating China all over again. He hadn't even taken a single life, he had just kept his PDW's mouth shut and with it, done the work he had to.
"Agreed. I'm bugging out, MANPAD truck at back is rigged. Let's not take any more risks, we're going to cause enough hell to this place as it." 

Moving up into the hills, Andrew could only look back down, as he headed back to their OP, moving from cover to cover, giving it a couple of minutes as he then set up a position by a small cluster of rocks.
"I've set up around 500m south-south-east, careful on your approach. Don't go direct, go around the back. I've got eyes on an enhanced movement, there's more trucks rolling in. Thank fuck we got out while we could." Andrew simply added, watching the lorries drive in, passing to the gate. He continued his observation, the sniper aware that they had pulled off one hell of a quick infiltration, barely taking a couple of minutes inside, yet being able to inflict damage that would surely put a dent into this side of the world.