Previously, after knowing the number of hostiles, at least the supposed number according to Jack Schneider, and scouting the town and confirming the destined failure of stealth action, Lucas made a plan.
Since he could not kill them one by one, he will do it the other way around: kill a maximum in one go then go after the rest.
Thus, first he eliminated those that could be hidden. Then, when the conditions were right, he baited them by sniping from afar. While it allowed him to lower their number once again, it exposed him and caused him to be surrounded.
When he heard them on the lower floor and saw a head come out of the stairs' horizontal opening, he knew the time was near. There was only one last spread of honey needed to hook all of the bear's attention and a trick to make it slow to react. And that was what he did.
He first graced the exposed head with a fatal piece of metal then, coming to the stairs opening, he discharged six other bullets with the last two aimed at inducing anger or fear to cloud judgment.
Hearing more footsteps and confirming the effectiveness of the last spread of honey, he threw his spare handgun down. Taking advantage of the principle that if you were startled by a rope you would act though the next time before realizing that it was a serpent, he threw down his last frag after giving them a few seconds to get angry at being tricked.
Immediately after, he took off in a record worthy sprint toward the edge of the rooftop facing the courtyard while counting backward:
"3" He was jumping from the roof's edge while the grenade reached the peak of its parabolic curve.
"2" He was starting to descend while the terrorists left in the courtyard were too stunned to recognize him, much less aim their guns at him.
"1" He fell into the opening of the well just as he was aiming for, offhandedly remarking the absence of the previously secured rope.
Before he could even land on the dry bottom of the well, he heard the sound of his plan being successful: "BOOM!!!"
He landed just in time to feel the powerful vibrations caused by the explosion. Without taking the time to breath, he jumped, taking advantage of the holes made for support on the wall of the well, plan B in case the rope was compromised, and made his way back to the opening.
A quick look showed the disoriented survivors and the house put through an amateurish demolition and forced re-looking of the windows.
Jumping out of the well with the Glock in hand, he went to work. With the well positioned beside the wall of the yard, he had all the targets in front hence, he started with the most threatening ones: those about to shake off their dizziness.
Less than two seconds to discharge the eight last bullets in the gun for eight dead: right, left, right, right, front, left, front, front.
Six knives were then thrown to finish the waltz of death after letting go of the handgun. They had been plundered from different terrorists that had more than one on them. He recuperated the gun before it could fall on the sand and fed it a new mag.
Pointing it forward, he went around confirming the absence of any survivor while keeping an eye on the gate of the yard or rather, on the opening where the gate should have been, making one wonder where the latter ended up.
Carefully going inside the house, he found one unlucky fellow who was agonizing that he took care of after interrogating unsuccessfully then went around taking what he might need before checking the time through the sun.
'The plan went better than expected so I don't have much target remaining. Better end this fast then. Phase 3 it is.'
After leaving the courtyard, Lucas went through the routes the terrorists took to close in on him to not leave himself any surprise. It would be maddening to get the hostage killed by a fellow too lucky to die in some forgotten corner after she had been rescued.
Now arriving not far from the plaza full of vehicles and supplies, he observed the building that seemed to have been the terrorists temporary headquarters and the house just beside it with signs of recent use.
'The only reason to use a house aside for the headquarters where the supplies are would be to keep something or someone there.'
With one last stare, Lucas went around to not have to cross the plaza in full view of possible threats.
When he finally positioned himself back to the wall of the house with the door opening not far away, he followed a standard tactic: cause chaos and use it to take the upper hand.
Throwing a flash grenade inside, he waited for it to explode amidst noises of panic before rolling inside and taking stock of the situation.
He fired a shot from his muffled handgun into the knee of the terrorist that hid beside the door followed by another in the chest that prevented him from falling down.
Standing up, he used him as a shield against his comrade behind him that was by the window frame while taking out the third one who was on the other side of the room.
He gave him two bullets in the knees to destabilize him and prevent him from shooting, at the same time making him perfectly present his head in which he put a new hole. Then, he fiercely pushed his shield that had outlived its usefulness and finished vibrating due to all the bullets it was taking in the back of the vest.
Together with the one that almost killed him, they stumbled and fought to balance themselves giving Lucas targets to practice his shootings on.
Checking for survivors, he went through the rooms then the upper floor. Coming back down, he found a wooden trapdoor, likely leading to a basement.
'I suppose I've found the hostage.'
He took hold of the door, abruptly opened it and hid to the side. After a few seconds of not getting any reaction, he threw a flash grenade down and rushed into the basement only to stop after a few steps: the objective was not there, it was empty.