Steven Solis didn't flinch at either the sight of the detonater or the grenade, simply taking the moment to rake the two men with the automatic rifle, the flurry of flechette rounds making up at least half of the magazine of his weapon. Without any grimace did he witness both of the men's bodies be riddled with the darts of his weapon before they all detonated, shredding the corpses into a sickening myriad of ground meat and crimson haze, their body armor providing little protection from his weapon.
The moment or two it took to dispatch both of the hostiles forced the man into action as he threw away the rifle, soon diving for the grenade he tossed out of the window, a few moments later the burst from below shattering the windows about him. So much for stealth, Steven mused quietly. Besides his muttering, he did his job, moving for the anti-materiel rifle and setting it back up in the window, careful to set it on its bipod and search out his target.
"Target... acquired. Clear to fire?"