14:35:40, as Sandman restrains and loads Volk into the van, Overlord calls in Frost and reveals a new development from the team's vest and helmet cameras.

Overlord: Metal 0-4, we need to hurry. You and you're team's helmet and vest cams have revealed a time-sensitive target of opportunity back in the Catacombs.

Frost: Roger, Overlord.

Sandman: Go on. Volk's not going anywhere.

Frost: You sure, guys?

Grinch: Yeah, man. Can't stop you from moving up in the world. We got this.

Frost: Alright.

Overlord: Metal 0-4, Sabre's GIGN team will back you up on this. They're en route to you now. I'll give everyone the short version once you're on board.

Frost: 0-4 copies all.

Frost refills his ammo and waits. Then Sabre arrives with Faucon in front, and Tueur and Flament in the back, saving a spot for their Delta operator friend.

And they're off, backtracking to the Catacombs of Paris building, with an MI-24 Hind tailing them. So Frost blows it up with a 40mm through the glass roof of the mall.

Overlord: Get ready.

Frost: Raring.

thump*

boom*

Frost: Not this time, asshole!

Overlord: The recordings show a substantial operation down there. Volk is planning something big. We need a thorough SSE. Marking last known position.

En route, the team destroys enemy pursuers and defenses recovering from Metal Team's hunt for Volk.

Faucon: Bad guys dead ahead!

Frost: Open fire!

Tueur: Bad guys behind us!

Frost: Flament, maintain front security.

Flament: 9 o'clock! Bad guys left side!

Frost and Tueur clear the rear while Flament and Faucon clears the front and sides.

Faucon: Right in front of us! 12 o'clock!

Flament: More! 12 o'clock, 12 o'clock!

Tueur: Covering behind us.

Frost: Okay. Shifting position.

Faucon: Enemies out in front! In front!

Upon arrival, the operators killed all those who tried to chase and stop them. Frost is impressed with their previous work as the Catacombs building courtyard and streets beyond it are filled with dead Russians/terrorists, destroyed gun trucks, and shot down helicopters.

Frost: Say, most impressive cover fire back here.

Sabre: Thank you.

Overlord: Head underground to the Catacombs, team.

Frost: Roger, moving now.

Frost, Sabre, Faucon, Tueur and Flament move in to secure the staging area and gather all of its intel. Turns out they got there just in time as paratroopers were about to burn everything.

Frost: Clear.

Overlord: Metal 0-4, Sabre, plant your DSMs on the server. Ready for upload.

Frost: Got it.

Sabre: Look here. Just in time.

Frost: Save them. We can use them for our escape.

Sabre: Faucon, help me with this.

Then everyone gets a look at the whole room and spots alarms and cameras. No physical data can be obtained as it appears to be all digital.

Frost: Mainframe alarms, cameras. And that's a lot of digital data only.

Overlord: The Russians are scanning for any transmissions. Team, you're going to have some company. Load up and secure your position before starting the upload.

With that, the operators refill their kits and set up defenses.

Frost: Looks like we gotta wait. Everyone load up! I want this area secure! Faucon, Tueur, Flament, M18 Claymores on that desk. Set 'em up at those pathways. Sabre, let's set up our DSMs.

Sabre: Okay.

Faucon: (French) Get some here.

Flament: (French) Give.

Tueur: (French) Alright. (English) Say Frost, you seem to know French, seeing you pronounced our names correctly.

Frost shoots off the cameras with his Five Seven before replying to Tueur.

Frost: Well, my girlfriend and I have studied it for the past four months to prepare for a vacation here. Now that plan has moved up until everything gets back to normal. Breaks her heart to see this place like this.

Tueur: I hope that time will be soon, my friend.

Frost: Me too.

With everything set, it is three minutes until the uploads are complete.

Frost: Let them come.

Sabre: (French) And then gun them down.

boom boom boom boom*

gunfire*

Frost: Open fire!

Three minutes of echoing gunfire and explosions later, the uploads are complete. SOCOM, CENTCOM, GIGN and the Directorate-General for External Security have everything.

Now it is time to leave. With enemy reinforcements coming from the Catacombs, Frost and the GIGN pour and light up gasoline all over the place.

The fire burns and cuts off the Russians from the staging area while the smoke gases them and covers the operators' escape. Coming down the ladder is an enemy EOD/Juggernaut Specialist with an MMG, so with 40mm smoke cover and two 9-Bang Grenades, they unload on him until his armor is penetrated and he dies.

Overlord: Both uploads complete. Retrieve the DSMs and head back up top.

Frost: Roger that, Overlord. Faucon, Flament, pour the gas all over the place.

Faucon: Alright.

Flament: Set.

Frost: (French) A taste of their own medicine.

Faucon: (French) Brilliant.

Flament: What is that?!

Frost: 9-Bang out! Squad, concentrate all fire on his head and upper body!

Tueur: Smoke out!

Sabre: Keep firing!

Frost: He's done. Great shooting. Tueur, take point, I'll cover.

Faucon: That was tough. Everyone good?

Sabre: Yes.

Flament: Yes.

Frost: Mm-hmm.

Tueur: Clear!

Frost: Sabre, go. Faucon, go. Flament, go. Last man!

Back to ground level, they kill two more Russian squads before boarding their jeep.

Frost: Overlord, this is Metal 0-4. Mission accomplished. The GIGN and I have the intel.

Overlord: Solid copy. Bring it in, team. Nice work.

On the move with the mission accomplished, Frost, Sabre, Faucon, Tueur and Flament compliment each other and head to The Louvre before returning to base. As that is Metal Team's extraction point and where Sandman and Grinch are currently waiting.