It all goes south quickly.

Dalton thinks afterwards that maybe he should have expected something to happen: things had been running too smoothly. As far as missions went, it was straight to the point, a cut and dry deal. The target they were meant to secure – an American techie caught up in something bigger than he could handle – was being held in a low risk building, protected by fewer guards than he could count on one hand. It should have been easy enough to slip in, take out the bad guys, and get their man. His mind flashes back to Syria, Niger, to Moscow; the team had proven to work under pressure and, despite his better judgement, he has faith that, at least for now, nothing could stop them.

After minutes of surveillance by him and Preach, a flash of movement caught Dalton's eye. Seconds passed and he felt a rush of relief flood through him as Amir came through the door with safe, albeit roughed up, man by his side. A quick scan of the men in front of him revealed no apparent life threatening ailments on either of them and he allowed a small nod of approval towards Amir. Noah's voice blared over his headset, asking for his word to verify the target was secured.

"Target is secured," Dalton assured. "Alright, McG, get us out of here," he said

"You got it, Cap. Faster than you can say –"

His voice is drowned out over the mic by a loud cry. Dalton knows it's coming from the mic, but he finds himself whipping his head in the direction he knows Jaz is in. Jaz.

"Jaz? Jaz, you okay?" It's Amir, the first to voice his recognition of the source of the sound. Seconds pass without a reply and Dalton feels his heart beginning to race. "Khan, are you there?"

Dalton's eyes zoom across the face of the drab building she should be posted in. It's perhaps 100 yards away, not too far in theory, but he knows that she is ten floors up and if she is in danger, it takes only seconds for things to turn deadly.

There are seconds of silence across the mic before a muffled voice and then an ear piercing scream resonate inside their ears.

If there was any doubt before that Jaz was in danger, it's gone now. There is no hesitation from Dalton: as soon as he hears the feminine scream, he is relaying orders to the rest of the men. "Preach, you and Amir get to the safe house with Flynn," he gestures to their target, unwilling to risk his safety. Though they cleared the building that he was held in, there was no doubting more hostiles were possibly on their way. He had no way of knowing if it was these men or someone entirely different with Jaz, but he was determined to get to her and kill whoever it was. "McGuire, start heading up to her last location. I'll be right behind you."

He gjves no time for acknowledgement of his orders or consultation with Noah and Hannah before pulling his pistol out of its holster and taking off across the street. Down the road, he can see McGuire outside of the building she's posted in, exiting the car that was supposed to be their easy way out of there and using a shoulder to bust the door. Seeing McGuire enter spurns something in Dalton and his feet drag him towards the building even faster. He gives little regard for his own cover as he makes his way towards to door, mind focused on the fate of his team member rather than his own.