Only Legolas needed was that acknowledgement. He knew Buck would carry it out to a T, so he didn't waste any time. Instead of stairs, he went back to the hole they blew in the ceiling of this level and floor of the one above. If anyone was lingering, they wouldn't expect this, and for Legolas it was a no issue at all to leap onto the wall and higher to grab the ragged edge of the floor. Blessedly, the leather gloves protected his hands from any possible splinters. And from that point onward, it was easy enough. He moved without sound through the floor, heard and saw nothing, and got to the second then third before looking outside.

The street was as abandoned as before, if not even more so now with the darkness falling fully. Everything was quiet and empty, though Legolas still changed his positions a few times to get a good look from different angles. He had to be absolutely sure there was no ambush awaiting them.

"Most certainly! Take the stairs and the main entrance to exit," he let the strange wording slide for now, focusing on the business side of things. "Request exfil on red smoke, parking lot on north-east side."

Soon they would be out of here, and they would be able to relax properly. A nice shower, a change of clothes, drinks and the inevitable teasing. Perhaps, too, he should ask Buck to teach him that funny dialect of his. French itself had no secrets from him, Québécois on the other hand could be quite amusing at times and not always very clear to him.

Legolas waited only long enough to get a confirmation, before he attached the rappel and slid down to the lawn beneath. He jogged to the parking lot, cracking a flare as he went to toss it smack dab in the middle. It was large and it was empty, about the only place where it was possible for a chopper to land in the vicinity.