Pushing through to the building was relatively easy. With Joker and Gideon by Mitchell's side, the enemy soldiers dropped dead quicker than flies. Extracting the President of the United States, POTUS for short, Joker had the lead with the POTUS between him and Mitchell.

"Prophet, we're approaching the north access road. What's our exfil status?" Joker began to ask, jogging across the yard of the property.

"Transport is coming in hot. ETA 1 mike." Prophet answered simply.

"We're going to have to dig in until our ride gets here." Joker explained to Mitchell, with enemy forces coming in quick. Joker and Mitchell opened fire on the approach until Mitchell's prosthetic began to bug and glitch out as he was using a stim. It didn't go unnoticed by Joker, popping smoke for blind the enemy forces and to clear a way for the three for a way to the transport car.

Mitchell rushed to open the door for the POTUS, but his arm began to glitch out once more, making him pull it back. It was too late to try again, a man with a mask giving him a clean punch against his head.

The man shot the POTUS in the chest, immediately killing him. He took a slow step toward Mitchell on the ground, pointing his pistol down at him. "Sloppy Mitchell.." Gideon began to say behind the mask. "You're a dead man." He took off the mask, annoyedly calling out for the course to be reset.

The panels surrounding the area turned white before returning to a grey display. "No excuse for equipment failure." Gideon didn't seem so annoyed anymore, helping Mitchell up off the ground. "Best weapon you have is the one between your ears. Use it." Gideon scolded but in a somewhat gentle tone.

Then, Irons arrived, which Gideon immediately noted the problem. "It was his arm, sir. Knew it was too early." He said, raising up Mitchell's prosthetic.

"That arm's worth more to me than this entire facility. How's my boy doing?" Irons asked as he approached the two.

"He's a work in progress." Gideon simply replied.