He gave himself a moment, took a breath, then started inside, carefully eyeing everything as they came to it. It bothered him to have rookies lost more then it did Agents he's worked with for a while, mostly because he doesn't trust Rookies yet. He doesn't know them. Doesn't know what they are capable of. The fact that one ran in after the other with out considering numerous things already had him regretting, yet again, field training.

As they went inside, he could hear the comm crackle in his ear and soon drop out. With a side ways glance to Barton he frowned in a way that said 'I hate when that happens' and continued on. There were drag marks in the hard packed dirt at this point. A tunnel in a hill that was a base. God, this should have been a simple mission.

A mission that didn't require blood. Blood like one with hawks eyes might see from here, in the distance. Splatter marks on a wall as well as dripping on the ground. Drag marks doubling now.

In the distance, the further in they go, the more man made it looked, the louder it got as well. Like Machines working.