Dean wanted to curse out loud, and he was honest about it. He now really wished that he had brought better weaponries. Still, he could beat them using his fist alone if the condition required him to do so. After all, there was a reason why Miriam trusted him to be the leader of Cross Mercenary Group.
Dean slowly grabbed his SMP-7 from his backpack and prepared to engage whoever was on the other side of the door. He put his hand on the door handle slowly, making sure not to make any sound. Even a single creak from the door would catch their attention.
He slowly walked towards the nearest giant air conditioner unit to hide from those mercenaries. He peeked with his thermal goggles, there were only two people near the telecommunication tower. They were placing something that more or less looked like a router.
