5. I'm From the Government and I'm Here to Help

Paul slid to a stop just outside the ruined gate and grabbed his MP5 SMG. Now this is where the real fun would start. Making sure he had all of his additional ammo mags, Paul headed in, keeping his head down low, even though the smoke screen was still in full effect.  He could hear muffled voices coming from the main entrance, definitely not his first choice for a main assault, but it would do well as a distraction. Paul grabbed two grenades letting the first fly towards the closed door. The explosion was greeted with a chorus of shouts. He paused briefly to avoid the rain of debris before throwing his second explosive through the doorway. He didn't have time to watch the reign of terror, however, seeing as he was hurriedly sneaking towards the side entrance. His target, prince Mohammed Abdul-Karim Bin Al-Rahman would be anxious to leave before he arrived, so every second was critical.
"Ali Baba." Paul mused with a grim smile. It was a lot easier to remember, although something like that would've earned him an overnight visit to jail in the states. Welcome to Bernie's America. Thankfully for Paul, it didn't matter which party was "in power" because the oil industry had remained lucrative and being a Saudi prince was still perilous.
It only took a few bullets and a couple kicks to gain entrance. Two surprised guards stood behind the door, obviously expecting an attack from where the explosions had been. He sunk fourteen bullets into each of them before he remembered to switch back to semi-auto. A vast hallway lay before him. Up to the left was a marble staircase complete with gold trim. He approached the staircase warily constantly checking his surroundings.  He made his way up the staircase without a sound, sights aimed above daring anyone to come forward. The upstairs was almost identical to it's lower counterpart. Large mirrors with extravagant borders, displays with valuable heirlooms, a showy display of wealth for the neighbors, no doubt.
Paul's gaze found it's way to a single doorway shimmering in soft light. No doubt, this would lead him to Ali.
Peering around the corner, he could see three armed guards and a tense looking sheik packing as quickly as he could.
Paul flicked his SMG back to full auto and walked in, gun blazing like a mobile fireworks display.
Four bodies hit the rich carpeting and Paul walked forward, camera in hand. Here was the 1.2 million dollar evidence.  He had used more equipment than usual, but even so, this would be quite a haul. 
His calculations were interupted by an ominous and repetive thump, slowly growing louder.
Those weren't just any helicopters, thought Paul. He recognized that familiar rhythym, the nuances of the intonation. If the American government had just gotten involved things were about to turn ugly.