Gaz tore the room apart, looking for the file he was sent to get. He needed to be fast because Soap in his comms was repeatedly telling him that the enemy was heading in his direction.

He stood back, his hand on his head in a fit of stress. He frantically looked around the room. His eyes caught a small bit of yellow stuck under a keyboard. He ran up to the desk, throwing the keyboard to the side. “Yes!” Before Gaz knew it, the cold barrel of a gun was pressed against the back of his head.