Tony skips on the street, he has a stupid grin on his face as he walks. He staggers a bit, grin lopsided. He has a victorious look in his eyes although rather hazy. As he turns the corner back to their target building, his slicked back hair mussed up and some of his bangs hang in its original position.

His expressions change a little more frantically as he nears the building. He hobbles quickly to the building entrance. He purses his lips in embarrassment, aware some of the guards have spotted him across the street and see him hastily trying to free his zipper. He does a little jumping dance as he hobbles over, cursing under his breath. In the lampless street, he can barely see the outline separating the toilet and the old gate.

"Fuck." He approaches the gate and tries pushing the metal, knowing it's already loose. "Hoy scuse me. Scuse me." He tries to get the attention of the guard approaching as he rattles the gate. "MagsiCR lang po."

The guard seems almost too used to this and stands on the other side of the gate. A lady guard from the group is the one who made the approach. She seems patient and trying to be civil.

"Di po to yung CR, Sir." She says.

Tony leans against the mesh of metal, eyes brooding and almost glazed-looking. "Ano ho, miss?"

"Yung CR po. Wala rito." The guard flusters a little at his expression which he's sure borders on the obscene. "D-Doon po." She weakly points behind him.

"Saan po, Miss?" He insists. She steps out and he watches her give directions.He enters the bathroom, pretends to take a piss, and then leaves promptly.

The lady guard is waiting for him as he leaves. All the while her body language is rather open. He watches her intently. She's on the small side, hair away from her face and lips thinly avoiding breaking into a big smile.

Tony realizes he probably looks like a celebrity of some sort. In the glare of the low light, his The slick back look is pretty popular these days.

"Ah, thank you pala Miss." He blinks sleepily.

She holds his elbow tentatively. "Ah, Sir?" She asks, face obviously flustered. "Pwede magpapicture po tayo?"

Tony pretends to consider it, noticing some guards have left the post and the other is approaching.

He nods and just as the other prepares her phone, Tony raises his gun and hits the one walking. He hits the floor with a thud and just before the other girl can scream, he backhands her with the gun.

In the flurry of movement, he manages to pry the gate as open as he can sprints to the entrance.

The earphone crackles. "So much for giving the signal, asshole." Mac growls. He's a few meters behind and almost hidden in the darkness.

"It was the only opening I saw!" Tony yells into the earpiece before bursting through the open door. He starts shooting at an oncoming guard in the face. To the other, he kicks in the face and throws him at the oncoming ones. He can hear Mac almost right behind him.

"Where are you going?" Mac yells again as Tony seems to be going up the stairs instead.

Tony smirks at the loud thuds against the floor of the floor above. The stone flooring can only hold so much with all the holes and lack of maintenance. "Cover me from there." He can hear Mac's heavy footsteps stop at the bottom of the stairs. The remaining guards begin yelling and coordinating with each other as well. There are heavy thuds above them.

The frustrated groan Mac makes turns into one of bewildered understanding. "Kiko, you better know what you're doing." 

More shooting.

"Same, Mac." The voice in the earpiece says, more quiet.

Tony nods and begins the charge. The next floor is full of office desks. Of course it's always office desks. Tony fires a test shot and is met with bullets from different directions.

Tony dashes in to duck behind the desks. As he passes the long stretch of floor and the surveillance cameras audibly click as he passes their line of vision.

The light glows another color and the freak out is already apparent downstairs. Some of the guards yell this into their own respective radios.

Tony ducks behind one of the desks after one bullet nearly grazed the earpiece. "Close one." He clicks it on and off.

"Fully functional pa rin, Tony, don't worry." The robotic voice in the earpiece says. "Move along."

"Yes po." He smirks, popping his head up and retreating in time to miss a barrage of bullets. There is the inevitable sound of reloading and Tony begins his own barrage at their direction.

There's a crackle in the earpiece. "Tony, I'm running low."

"Fucking told you to bring more shit with you." Tony grits his teeth and looks at the hole on the floor patched up with wooden planks a few paces ahead. Conveniently above it is a ceiling fan. "Where is he, G? Relative to my floor"

"Ceiling fan in front of you, Tony."

He sprints for a nearby desk and dodge all but one of the bullets that grazes his shirt. He registers a sting but tries to make nothing of it. It stings but he grins as he shoots the ceiling. "Mac, don't hate me."

"What the fuck are you planning this time?" Mac says.In the next few seconds and a downward kick later, just as the ceiling fan drops and creates cracks in the old planks.

Mac screams expletives. Tony laughs a little as he drops the fully-loaded gun down the reopened break in the flooring. "You're welcome, Maccy boy."

"What the actual fuck, Tony." As swiftly as he catches it, Mac fires the gun and pockets his near empty one. "Be careful with that risky shit."

"That's fine." The voice in the earpiece says. "The numbers of armed men are dwindling from the looks of it. Whatever you guys are doing, it's working."

Tony stays near the hole and maintains his firing load. He's down to his last magazine as well. "I'm low too. Fuck."

"Move to the next fan." In the next hole, patched by tarpaulin, a bullet passes through and hits a ceiling fan square at the center. "I got you." Mac says smugly.

"Show off." Tony dashes for the desk next to it. He shoots the fan from the base until it falls through the tarpaulin with a bang to the lower floor.

More swearing through the earpiece before a gun is thrown up the hole and into Tony's waiting hand. It shoots twice before it's thrown back down to Mac. Their secondary firearms make the alternating easier, even if it isn't so practical.

"Nice catch." Mac sounds so smug that Tony throws it a tad harder than he initially does. "For a second I was scared you'd hit yourself in the face."

"Well fuck you too, Mac."

"Kidding, kidding." Mac throws the firearm up just as hard and it hits Tony a little on the nose. There's a brief pause and then Mac chuckling.

"I'll strangle you later." The guards have either retreated or are effectively silenced at this point. The smell of dust and blood permeate over old wood and stone and Tony's nose prickles. "Mac, I'm keeping the gun muna. G, where's everyone?"

"Nursing their wounds. I can't see who's downstairs properly but there are about five of them that retreated in while everything was happening." G says, a clicking mouse in the background.

"Are you in the system yet?" G makes a negative sound and Mac makes a soft grunt.

"Mac, everything alright?"

"I will be in a bit. Give me a moment." G says, cutting him off.

There is enough silence for Tony to let his guard down. Well, enough to matter.

Tony dusts the residue off his clothing. There's not enough bullets left to take five of them down if all of them managed to survive the onslaught.

"That shouldn't take long though." Tony says into the dead camera, light glowing with the reflection of the lamps on its bulb. "We should be home soon."

"Your arm needs treatment." The robotic says, clipped tone. Tony's lip twitches. Someone's angry. "There's movement downstairs. Unsure of why but I see a chair moving and some other objects too."

"I'll have it patched when we're done here, dear. Worry not." He smiles a little, hoping to appease G. Isn't working so far though. He touches the earpiece to strain for a sound. "Mac, let's buy bandages on the way back."

Silence.

"Mac?" More silence.

And then it clicks, Tony's hands ball into fists. "How many people do you see downstairs?"

The lights flicker on then off and Tony sprints downstairs.

"G, calm down for a second." He tries to say evenly as he sprints down the steps. It seems like it's taking goddamn forever with his legs already shaking. "Just answer the question."

He doesn't expect the impact whatever hit him to go straight for the face. The shock shifted the pain white hot up his body right before he falls to the ground. He tries to push it away as another blow goes to the stomach.

"Four. Two went up." He hears hazily above the ringing already in his ears.

"Tony, what's happening?" The voice repeats again. Tony's eyes haze for a moment as he desperately tries to keep them open.

He distantly, he hears footsteps right before the audio feed cuts.