Fenrir's Fangs

Lincoln informs Murdoch on what he saw. An AD unit was camped out in a nearby restaurant. Their force was 8 men strong; 2 men with Dragunovs, 1 man with a Mossberg, 1 UMP, 3 AKs, and a large man with a Minimi. This news paled Murdoch's face. He turned to the Adren. "Adren, go inside and find 5 able men."
"Sir!" The adren soluted and rushed inside. Thug turned his attention to Lincoln.
"Can you take me there?" He asked his friend.
"Yeah, but I'm getting the hell away once I do."
"Sure thing, man, just get us there."
A moment later the door swung open. The adren had come back with 6 men; an adren with a SIG 550, an adren with a Thompson, 2 fosterns armed with AKs, a fostern with an XM8 and another fostern with an RG6. "You carrying a backup gun?" Murdoch addressed him. The fostern lifted his armor to reveal a Desert Eagle tucked in his waistband. "Good. Now then, here's the mission; Lincoln will escort us to a possible AD base, which we will proceed to clean for them. Be careful, though, there may only be 8 but they're well armed. Now then, let's let Lincoln show us the way." And with that were off, advancing into the dark night...