Given how Yuri ultimately failed in his goals in both his appearances so far... I'm having high hopes for him this time 
As long as nobody knows it was COMSTAR they can spin it to their advantage. His efforts did boost the recruitment numbers of ROM (from the ISF).
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The interrogation room’s bright light dazzled Phelen Kell and the emaciated ROM agents but slid off Dmitri’s opalescent green armor like beads of water.
“I know you’ve been through hell, but you’ve survived where eight others didn’t, and we have a job to do.”
“How are we getting out Dmitri?”
“There are maybe a dozen Elementals upstairs and two mechs outside. If we can rally quickly and make a run for it. We’ll get fifteen to thirty minutes head start before they pursue.”
“How are we getting off-world?”Phelen leaned forward,
“We don’t need to get off-world yet, just out of this area until a rescue party arrives.”
“Even if Oberon could send units that would still take weeks, and there is no guarantee that the Bears haven’t dealt with them already.”
“There are shuttles and planes at the Starport. We could use them to evade until Second Regiment arrives. It’s in the Free Rasalhague Republic. We failed to contact them on the third, so they know we are in distress.
Cote doesn’t have enough men to chase us all.
We must escape,” Phelen looked at his wounds and those of ROM,
“or we will just die slower deaths.”Dmitri put his hand on the helmet sitting on the table,
“You heard the kid. Escape or die, those are our options.
I’m not certain my Tornado can take down even one of the lesser armored ones but I’ll try and clear a path so you can reach the workshops and repurpose something there.
I need the armored Elementals away from the HPG sanctum so I can send a message.
Phelen, I want you to watch my back at first, then you and the Hounds should make for the motor pool and see if your pilots can get the shuttles online.” He looked around and realized that he was in the best condition out of the eight survivors.
“I understand.”
“The rest of you, you know what needs to be done, avoid the cloister until I handle the man in the belfry.” They nodded in grim unison, one of them grabbed the Neural Whip on the table, and they all crept out barefoot into the abyssal night wearing their prison uniforms.
A realization dawned on Phelen,
“Dmitri you don’t have a weapon. Are you going to punch him?”
“The camo system cannot disguise stuff I carry, so I don’t normally carry one. I did however bring some options.” He opened a compartment built in his gauntlet and Phelen saw a spooled garrote wire, the micro-disk, and something else.
“Are those bo-shuriken?”
“Yes, I spent some eventful time in the Draconis Combine. I miss it, things were simpler then.”They paused and shrunk into shadows as an Elemental strode past them. The giant stopped to put the monstrous Mauser 960 style rifle on his hip, listening intently while looking up at the belfry and moonless sky.
Dmitri disappeared into the shadows adaptive camouflage flickering as it adjusted between lighting conditions. Phelen waited impatiently, almost losing track of him except for the dust disturbed in its wake. A cold shiver crept up his spine if this man could be mouse quiet in a suit. How stealthy could he be outside it?
The shimmer lifted to wrap an almost invisible garotte wire over the Elemental’s neck. Sudden violence disrupted the illusion as the augmented strength lifted the behemoth onto the suit’s back. Despite being strangled the giant slipped the gauntlet on their left hand under the wire.
Their Mauser clattered to the floor as the Elemental let out a bellow and with a flash of blood the Elemental lifted themselves vertical then reached back to grab Dmitri’s armored form, hold him aloft and threw him into a nearby wall like he was a child. The masonry and armor plates cracked as the Elemental stomped toward his attacker.
“You thought you could strangle me?” The Elemental lifted Dmitri’s fallen form to the wall with one arm and was almost helmet to helmet with the Tornado,
“I am going to pound you into paste.”Phelen rushed forward to grab the fallen Mauser. He thought he was strong, but this thing weighed as much as a heavy machine gun.
“Why is this thing so damn heavy?” He flipped the side-folding bayonet out, then thrust it into the Elemental’s flanks. As blood rushed out he grimaced, then glared toward him. A sharp side kick knocked him sideways to crash into the concrete with the impact felt deep in his bones.
His fingers reached toward the trigger for the underbarrel grenade launcher; vision blurred with pain, but his target was hard to miss, and his friend had armor but that wasn’t going to be much help against being hit with by the Elemental’s fist.
A half dozen 30mm canisters drove themselves into the Elemental which collapsed from the horrific wounds he had just inflicted. Dmitri smashed the Elementals left arm to free himself and walked toward Phelen’s fallen form.
“How did you know they had a safe arming distance?”
“I didn’t. I just wanted to get him in the ribs.” Phelen said as he caressed his own.
“Well good work kid, I think you may have killed the first Elemental in the Inner Sphere.”
“Yay for me. How are you?”
“I’d just be another old man complaining about his back.”
