Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

[kingkonrad]

"Negative on that wall breach- don't use the UAV. I have this." Natalie said, in a typical Russian manner, as she moved over toward the wall, taking a C4 charge out and placing it directly on it. She turned away, and holding the detonator in her left hand, walked away as it detonated, taking out the wall as she looked over at Victor.
"Well then. They'll need more than RPGs to take us now. Stay on my ass- don't get distracted, Brute." Natalie said, as she stood by him- despite being significantly shorter, she still stood tall enough to seriously intimidate any enemy in front of them, or anyone who dared fuck with them now. She walked forward, taking the flamethrower's nozzle from her groinplate, and let her minigun be secured on her back, by the rucksack. She raised in one hand, as she even jogged, moving in through the hole. She quickly set fire to two enemies, who burned fast, then keeping up her pace into a small shack that was within the compound. She slammed through the straw, and set fire to a single soldier, colliding with one pirate and quickly taking him. He was fast to react, and went for a gut punch- yet Natalie didn't need to remind this soldier. She held him in one hand, as she set the rest of the hut on fire, the straw burning quick as Natalie held him by his neck. She looked him in the eyes, then popped up her faceplate for a moment, aware this was risky. She knew it would be worth it anyway- so did it. If Victor saw this, he would know- and this was one signature she liked to leave. She clutched him hard, and kissed him on the cheek, then throwing him to the ground and looking him in the eyes. The Bear was female, to him now- yet he had no chance to scream at the horror of that sight. Natalie simply walked over, and gave a sharp punch to the stomach, and then flamed him, to finish him off. She put down her faceplate quickly, as the heat intensified inside the straw hut. She re-engaged her HUD, as she took her flamethrower back, aware she had a lot of fuel left to burn still.

Walking out of the straw hut, she flamed a cluster of soldiers behind a sandbagged position, aware that she had split from Victor at the moment.
"Okay, Eric, can you get a bead on that IFV? We're drawing a ton of fire, and I got to give one of those men a kiss of death, I suppose. Don't worry Victor- he wasn't able to get on top of me, and I gave him an experience he won't be coming back from." Natalie said, laughing as she put her flamethrower back in the same holster on her groinplate, taking her minigun. Stepping out onto a area by the sandbags, she stood by them, hosing down enemies as she knew that Victor was doing the same. She took bullet after bullet, not even caring that she had taken a lot of damage already. Still, she had more than enough armour to last out- and she knew that she'd just have to not take another one.
"So far, I'm as normal. Will have to fix it though- if that was an AP, I would haven't of been standing. But then again, I took a good guess- and it sure scared them." Natalie added, taking out three enemies with a brutal burst that lit up the barrels of the minigun, the heavy weight of in her hands causing her to take a slow pace.

[BigPapaBelial]

Victor kept his shotguns out, following Bear in, "I'm on your ass as always Bear. You set the pace and I'll stick to it." He kept going as she split off to burst into a hut. He walked into a small square, planted his feet, and started to gun down soldiers. He still had a horde of ammo for his USAS shotguns. He stood in place as he pumped rounds into areas of cover. The shotguns coughed and roared, solid cover in his line of sight ripping to shreds under the penetrators and light explosives fire they put out. He tracked a few runners as they fled back to the relative safety of where the IFV had to be. He placed two shots after them to see if they would run faster, which they did indeed. He couldn't help but grin.

He headed out into the open, perfectly confident in his armor. What he didn't expect was a hail of 25mm shells slam into the ground around him. What likely astonishes the driver and gunner in the light Infantry Fighting Vehicle is that their target suddenly breaks into short distance sprint. Or as fast as a guy can run in heavy armor. But they do clip him once, high on the shoulder, shredding a plate of kevlar, and sending Victor sprawling into the relative cover of a building. His groan of pain can be heard over the radio, "Arrgh! Piece of shit that hurt! My armor took most of that but the shock of that thing is intense. I'm gonna have a black and blue shoulder after all this." He starts to reload his shotguns while he leans against the building.

Meanwhile the IFV either forgetting about the Predator or thinking they are still safe rolls forward into the main square of the fortress compound.

Eric is still staring into the remote feed for the Predator, "Can you guys somehow pull that IFV away from the building it's in front of? I can't get a clear shot on it while it's there. I can slam it with a brace of Rockets and a missile or two once it's further out into the square."

Victor gets to his feet and slides his shotguns away, "Yeah, your wish is my command."

He swings his Grenade launcher down, steps out of cover and fires thrice. The three rounds ping and splang off the IFV's armor, but they get it's attention, the gunner swinging around to fire but unable to get a clear shot on Brute. Victor steps out again and slams another three rounds into the IFV. The IFV begins to pull forward to try and get a line on the annoying heavily armor man. If they can get that heavy autocannon to bare on him they'd shred him to pieces, the driver and gunner know this.

As they pull further down into the square Eric grins, "Ohhh reeled in. Thank you Brute. Now clench up, this is going to be spectacular." As the IFV rolled into position just opposite of Victor, the sound of several screaming ordnance can be heard. The first of 4 rockets slam into the back and ground behind the IFV follwed by a single Hellfire missile. The IFV rocks, then vanishes in a ball of fire as the Anti-Tank Guided Missile obliterates it. Victor steps out from cover and grins, giving the burning IFV a kick, "So that's what it's like to watch the finger of god." Eric leaned back and gave Markus a fist bump, "Fucking rights Brute."

Victor called out to Natalie, "Well babe? What do you think? Next phase?"

[kingkonrad]

"On it. Let's get to those weapons now. I think this place is fucked up enough." Natalie said, as she wielded her fist of iron- the minigun hosing down two enemies who were stupid enough to expose their asses. She took out an exposed jeep, and tore it apart, hitting the fuel tank and causing it to explode in a moderate explosion that didn't even make Natalie care. She walked past it, and looked over at Victor, smiling under her thick faceplate.
"Okay then. I've got two more charges left, so if it's binary, I will have no problem playing demolitions on this one, no?" Natalie said, scanning her sectors, and letting her multi-barreled M134 cool down, the weapon often glowing orange. She paid for the barrels to be replaced- and the variety of normal, explosive and tracer rounds that she packed meant that she was prepared to deal with almost every target. Helicopters were a favorite of hers to deal with- even if they had bulletproof glass, you wouldn't stand a chance if Natalie sprayed it for a few seconds when you were in the cockpit. The memory of her parachuting in, and taking out a MI-28 Havoc that was taking off..well, she knew that it was either that or get shredded to bits. Right now however, she had matters to solve- and she quickly got to work on finishing off a building, where a machine gun was set up. She lit it up with three tracers, making the wood burn fast and causing those inside to scream from the burning that quickly engulfed it.
"Done. I think I see the tent with the stuff in it. Markus, I'm wiring you through my neckbrace camera- if it isn't smashed to bits, that is." Natalie said, looking over at Victor, as she gestured to him with her left hand, to move over toward her.

She walked slowly yet omminously, the Bear moving slowly yet brutally with a movement that screamed that she was an unmovable object that was actually in motion. Every part of her felt unstoppable, invincible. This was what she did best, after all. She entered the tent, and looked around, suddenly feeling a grabbing around her back. Someone had jumped on her- and she knew that whoever it was, they had balls. She felt their weight on her back- and quickly reacted- she let the M134 swing, and grabbed him, in a swift yet heavy movement. She not only knew Krav Maga well enough to seriously endanger multiple people wherever she went- Systema Spetznaz made her even more deadly. She knew that it meant that even if she sparred with multiple enemies, she still had the edge- to chain, hit and take out enemies with deadly precision. Even with the armour on, the weight that she carried in attacks meant that when she hit, it was usually fatal. Sometimes it was funny to spar with Victor- the world's strongest man, and a judo champion, along with a specialist in many other martial arts- still found it challenging when she managed to get a counter attack in, and execute it with crystal precision, throwing the accumulated force of her training and her momentum to finish a spar when she found the chance to. Boxing was easy- she didn't even mind punches whenever it occured. Kicks, and complex maneuvers executed in Karate and Jujitsu were easy to counter- so long as you went for the most effective, relentless and imposing approach, you would win. Because fighting had no rules- and this poor man was going to find out. She threw him to the ground, pulling her sharply off her back, and watched as he came back up, a tall and tough man from his apperance.

"You want some?" He said, the African accent of the man compared to the Al-Shabbab one sticking out like a sore thumb and his face bloody with delight. Natalie put up her faceplate, and smiled.
"Yes. You strike first, my friend.." Natalie said, aware that it was going to be a fun fight. The man looked muscular, yet Natalie knew she would rip him to shreds- she may have had less mobility, but when she saw it coming, she was fast. The man was too cocky, rushing forward and going for a right hook, of which was quickly countered by Natalie. She took his arm, and quickly twisted it, simultaniously kicking him straight in the groin and keeping his twisted arm in her left.
"Very nice. I do not play nice for a girl. So keep that in death." She said coldly, as she reacted fast, the man trying to kick her down yet failing. She didn't move an inch, taking the solid kick to her own groinplate like it was nothing, and twisting his arm even further. The man kicked once more, but Natalie braced for it- and with her right, she went for a swift left hook as he left himself exposed from his arms, which knocked the man straight cold- her gauntlets were like knuckle dusters, after all. She tossed him to the ground, letting him fall before twice kicking in his throat and breathing pipe- crushing it like a stone under her armoured boot. The blood poured, and she smiled, as she put her faceplate down again.
"Never, ever, fuck with someone who knows Systema and Krav Maga. And happens to be Russian, and a weightlifting bronze medalist encased in Bear. Victor, I'm going to get to work inside the tent. I think that was the commanding officer- he's more than dead now. Shit, I think he's had his bowels leaking at the sight of me, along with his windpipe and most of what he had left of his Somalian dignity left. Damn, if only I could just go without my weapons, and they did too- then, the satisfaction would be twice as good. We'll have to spar when we get back, I think Victor." Natalie said, as she looked at his body, then carried on, her faceplate securely down and covering her face as normal, the faceplate making the mystery of Bear amusing till the moment when she put it up and reminded you why females were allowed to serve in Gruppa Alfa.

She looked around, the feed still relaying.
"I see why they call you The Bear now, Natalie. Where did you learn that?" Markus asked, a smile on her face as she walked through the large tent, looking for the two canisters.
"Spetsnaz- and bit myself, to just make sure that I can always occupy the time I don't spend working or relaxing. Combined both of those with the brute force I have. When I have an M134, it's almost useless, but I guess that it's always entertaining to know it when some scumbag mugs you without seeing how tall you are, you can kill them in seconds along with five of their friends in the same place. Even if they have guns. Trust me- compared to the KSK, they will break you and turn you inside out before you think you are an effective fighter." Natalie said, as she found the canisters, hearing a little static and then Markus replying on the comms.
"That's it. It's binary- blow that schiesse up, and get out of there. Intel wise, we don't expect anything.." Natalie heard, as she looked to a wall.
"See this? Ship manifest- and this is one that Al-Shabab got delivered. Looks like the source was from the Motherland (Russia), but it doesn't look like it ships from there- not all of it, anyway. Looks of things, it points to the Afghanistan, Iran and Chechnya regions in terms of where it goes, along with Yemen, Palestine, North Africa, here...all terror hotspots. Where it comes from, I do not know. Nothing points to the exact source- Russia is probably one, but it looks like wherever they're getting their arms and vehicles from, it might be international. Markus, I have a laptop here too- I'll collect it at least if we need more intel, and I think this is a definite lead. We know the chemical weapons source in Russia is definitely dead- this is a one-off. But this might explain why they're not just fighting with AKs and PK machine guns- that BMP wasn't local, and they wouldn't have exactly have declined an offer to get snipers and armoured vehicles to strengthen their hold in the region- working with Pirates to intimidate western governments. Fuck. This is deep- but I'm sure that intel's ahead of me on this." Natalie said, looking at it all.
"No doubt. It's a given- this is still important, however, nein?" Markus replied, as Natalie took off two charges from her partially damaged chest rig, placing it on the canisters.
"Of course. We'll relay the laptop's intel to our knowledge on this, and we'll see if we can get to the bottom of where the weapons are going. Apart from that, we need a way out. And we have a whole group of pissed off Pirates and Al-Shabab militia to push through, before we get to the exfil point. Any chance we can get an aerial extraction?" Natalie asked, looking out at the rain as she walked over toward Victor.
"From the boat, yes, we can get the plane to take us out. By Fulton for all of us, no. Head 200m to your right, and we'll push through the fields to get back to the sea- there's no point risking going through that fire. Good luck out there- Eric's picking up a lot of heat signatures on his Reaper feed."
"Well then. Time to do what we do best. Victor, scout ahead- I'll support you. You know the drill." Natalie said, as she walked away from the tent, rigged to a timer of 30 seconds- Natalie aware that it would be another moment of leaving it to explode again. She had already packed the laptop in her rucksack, and was looking around for any enemy, her minigun tight in both hands and ready to kill. The tent went up in a blaze of flames, as they headed out of the combat, and toward the fight. They were heading a different way out- along an exposed roadway, that led to a flooded lowland further from the compound- where they were being picked up, no doubt.

[BigPapaBelial]

Victor covered the area while Natalie and Markus chatted it up. He checked his ammo counter for all weapons having more then enough to get them out and then some after that. Victor scanned the area himself, his own helmet mounted camera taking a second view of the things just in case.

As Natalie approached him and told him to take point he grinned, "Aww you do care." He laughed and slapped Natalie on the rear playfully then lead the way out, launcher swung down off his shoulders. He made his way out into the open, scanning about. His HUD highlighted the terrain easily enough. Militia and Pirates were rushing the compound responding to the sound of gun fire from afar. He pulled a block of C4 off his harness and gave it a hard heave towards the main gate of the compound. Seemed like the pirates hadn't found their side door into the compound yet and the first responders were trying to get through the main gate, even though it was locked from within.

The C4 bumped, bounced then rolled to a side, the arming packet glowing blue. Victor drew on of his USAS 12s and fired a single round, the round slammed into the C4 setting off the primer and detonator. The single bock of C4 lighting then demolishing the big steels gates. And much of the gate frame. The two steel doors blew outwards, one of them crushing atleast six men as it bounced off, the other slamming down atop a pair of Technicals outside. The first arrivals of the reinforcements howled and set to tending their wounded, the shock of the explosion throwing their priorities off. So when one man looked up to see the imposing form of Victor standing in the burning ruins of the main gate none of them are ready. Though the man who spots him does shout an alarm. But it doesn't help. Victor levels his USAS with one hand and his launcher with the other. He howls a warcry and through mean strength alone again fires both weapons at the same time. The recoil from the Mk19 causing it to have to be reaimed each tme, even a strong man like Victor can't do rapid fire with it in that situation. The USAS though roars in full auto mode. It's decimation, he empties a full 20 rounds into the pirates and militia then holsters the shotgun, grabbing the Mk19 with both hands and starts hosing.

Like death himself Victor walked forward scanning the area. Like a walking tank, ready to fuck up anyone who came his way.

Eric in the meantime still had his head glued to the Reaper unit. He banked the AUAV bringing it back around into position for a rocket run. There was a huge amount of militia armed with LMGs and RPGs moving up on Victor. And he wanted to thin them out abit, not that Victor really needs his help. But any devastation is good devastation. The Reaper becomes audible quite soon. The sound of it's engine cutting through the local ambiance. The militia don't know what the heck is going on until Eric triggers the rocket pods. A 6 round burst 3 rockets from each pod. HE rocket heads with semi-tracking ability slam down, sending men flying in all directions, from shock impacts, shrapnel effect and the explosions themselves.

Shortly there after as the militiamen are picking themselves up Victor strides into the area they are in. He grins, levels his launcher and starts firing, adding slightly smaller craters to the large ones created by the rockets. As he's firing he radios to Natalie, "Catch me up when you can hun, I've got the front covered."

[kingkonrad]

(Going to finish this up soonish. Might be a playful little scene for the two after this.)
(Thought of this song while they're fighting. Heard it on NFS the other day and thought it might be quite nice.)

"You sure know how to treat a woman, Victor. But when we get to Miami, I'll show you how us Russian women treat men." She replied to Victor's action, laughing a little as she walked slowly, feeling confident and ready. Even though inside the suit she sat practically naked apart from the g-string she had been wearing earlier, she didn't feel like she was chaffed or in agony everywhere. Even her feet felt like they were being massaged, as she made every step, yet being fired upon and taking a lot of hits.
I think this place will burn quickly. Markus, get to us now. As much as I love being shot and replying, I think we've given them enough." Natalie said, as she walked out of the compound, following behind, smiling under her faceplate as she kept her minigun. It was all she needed really- while she knew that Victor was a versatile and adaptable walking tank, wielding both an MK19 and USAS-12 in his respective hands to lay down fire, she had this weapon. The flamethrower came in handy for breaching, but even so, the idea of going back to the large one made her think about the thoughts of it. Turning to the left flank, she tore apart two enemies behind a truck, scoring clean kills as anarchy rained down around them. The drone carried out a rocket barrage on Victor's front, and he was clearly fucking up shit. Natalie shot anything she saw- the barrels on the minigun were red, and she kept going, killing one after another with sustained fire. Most dropped as they exposed themselves, the snipers and soldiers further back futile as she stood with her giants legs spread wide, spraying with arced shots and then direct ones. She set the corner of a wooden sign on fire with a few tracer rounds, and laughed as it burned, quickly collapsing the large sign onto a few enemies that popped out of the building. She laughed, as she turned to her right, taking out a group of rapidly advancing that had behind her. They had clipped her once in the back of the faceplate- and Natalie even felt the ping, as she turned and took them out, taking them out with a extremely effective spray of bullets. Some in that action were explosive- and caught some of the men by suprise, destroying their cover along with their faces. The men were puzzled- she didn't have a weakspot, not of any kind. Natalie knew that there was only one- and Victor had access to it when they got back to Miami.

For the moment however, Natalie moved forward, as they cleared out more and more enemies. The drone had screwed up the hostiles on the ground, and Natalie scanned the area, enemy still shooting from blocks on one side of the road. The water was up to her thighs now- and she didn't want to be back in knee deep again. It had been as hard as it was then- now, she wanted to just get through it, take as many of them as she could, and at least say it was a job well done. She wanted her sleep, after all. New Caledonia had come and gone so quickly, yet she knew that since that time, she had killed enough people to make a platoon of Marines cringe. Along with Victor, perhaps they had replaced a whole company's worth load of soldiers, and well trained ones at that. To know they could walk through fire was a plus- to know they wielded heavy weaponry back was even better.
"Okay, our flanks are secured. Markus, we're coming down for you. How long till you're there?" Natalie asked, watching as an entire building collapsed from the shock and smashing of the rocket pods- the foundations had buckled, and it crumbled to the ground, crushing about two men in the process. Natalie stood about 20m away from Victor, taking out enemies on the street in front that were charging out of desperation. A few Molotovs were thrown, but they had next to no effect, as they simply weren't accurate or effective enough in the rapidly increasing water level, only setting fire to benches or trees that stood out of it if they were lucky. Natalie took out the main group of throwers, with a minigun burst that would have made a helicopter gunner proud. She held it firm, steady, and neatly, as she anticipated the recoil and sent the rounds neatly between the five soldiers behind a sandbagged checkpoint, taking them out and any brains too- one of whom's redecorated a nearby wall. Natalie looked over at Victor, and gave the thumbs up, looking around.
"50m left. I guess that wasn't too bad. I've done worse. Remember back in East Timor? That security contract? Reminds me of that, except those fuckers had BMPs at every corner. At least we had airstrikes, and the entire thing netted us a ton of money." Natalie said, taking out two more enemies with concentrated heavy fire, taking them down as they ran. They could not outrun fate however- and the minigun sent them down, the tracing of bullets overtaking them and killing them quick.
"You ever think to yourself, that they're thinking we're just faceless robots, killing people with no weaknesses, yet we're talking about shit like this? Seriously, I swear to God if more people understood us, they'd see why this life is the reason we are in the private military business. Killing people, we get to use heavy armour, we get a nice pension, action, and the fact that we're helping the world one little piece at a time helps me to sleep at night. If my former commanding officer saw this, he'd shit himself at the sight of me now. And that man saw 20 years of action in Afghanistan and Chechnya, may I remind you. I bet your CO was pretty scared of you, hey?" Natalie said, moving forward as she was aware that they were taking out hostiles like there was no relenting. Natalie sprayed down soldiers on their rear, turning around suddenly with the grace of a pirouettting ballerina yet the brutality of a grizzly bear. That was what she was- and she smiled, as the soldiers who thought they had the jump on the large figure toting practically invincible armor and a minigun were shocked, yet not awed. There wasn't enough time for that, as she took them out, killing the soldiers quickly, as she turned to Victor, following him toward where Markus was driving the boat.

It had a rigid hull, yet it managed to get into the depth of crossroads that Natalie and Victor were aiming for- it was about knee deep there, and was probably going to be close to bottoming out with their weight on board. Markus cut the engine, and Natalie got moving, headed for it and aware that Victor was going to be first aboard. Bullets were still pouring down, and Markus knew that Eric had done more than just a good job with the drone. Natalie covered the three, as she sprayed down on a machine gun about 500m away- it seemed almost impossible, but by holding dead straight, and lining the target up, she sprayed, watching as the bullets sent the machine gunner and his friend straight to the ground, as she covered their rear.

[BigPapaBelial]

Victor lobbed grenade rounds in front of them carving a path down to the waiting boat. Explosions and screams of pain and anger rang out almost every time one of his rounds found a target. The hard hulled boat had come to a stop waiting for them a short distance away and Victor made a beeline for it.

He grinned inside his helmet, "Ahhhh East Timor, the first time I actively used the rocket pack. And the first time I emptied it and actually found myself reloading it from the emergency unit. All of that armor, like they were coming out of the wood work over and over. It literally felt like I'd take one out and another two were coming up somewhere to take it's place." He drew one of his shotguns and fired five of those penetration rounds exploding and punching holes into a reinforced wall that several men were behind. He saw at least three puffs of blood bursting out of there, and knowing that the other militiamen wouldn't be too quick to want to come out.

He did indeed reach the boat first, stepping up and in, then turning to cover Natalie. He switched the Mk19 over from semi-auto mode to automatic and began to just hose the area down. More suppressive fire then looking to kill someone. Dozens of rounds lashed out, explosions started to ring and rain as Victor braced himself in the boat. Hell the recoil of the machine rocking it heavily.

Meanwhile Eric had put the RTB command into the UAV, telling it to turn and start heading for home. He then joined Victor in covering Natalie with his LSAT. The caseless 5.56 rounds whizzing through the air, cutting down men here, driving others into hiding in other places. Victor laughed as he found Eric at his side, rumbling out, "There ya go little friend. Pour it on them, no sense in going home with full clips." Victor decided at that moment to use his last rocket. He targeted a building across one of the entrance pointed into the area. He then twitch fired the rocket.

It sailed up, whirling through the air and finally came down and took out the foundations of the building. With a woosh the HE warhead took out the bottom of the building. The building groaned, whined then came down into the alley, trapping men inside it and blocking the route in. He then calls to Natalie, "Come on then babe. Get in the boat let's try and get out of here before too many more show up!"

[kingkonrad]

Natalie moved quickly, the water picking up as she shot a group of enemies behind. Victor and Eric had done more than enough work on the hostiles here, and she clambered aboard, the entire boat tipping to one side momentarily as she dragged herself up. She slid across the deck, and sat on the side, firing the minigun still from her sitting position. She looked at Victor, who stood tall, sending rounds out like there was nothing to leave undestroyed. She spayed down a technical that was on their flank, taking out the driver and quickly shredding it apart, as it stopped as the engine block was torn to shreds. Bullets ricocheted from time to time, as she nodded.
"What are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of dodge. Markus, you good with our extract?" Natalie asked, as he stood up, tapping Victor, and sprayed on another building where there were some enemies. Markus quickly sped away, taking the RHIB's speed up and away from the crossroads, and back to the river.
"Ja, ist good. We're going straight back into the C130- they go really slow, throw out a set of latching lines to hook the front of the boat, and we're pulled out of the water, as they pick up speed- us being winched up in the process as well. Quite dangerous, but the pilots know their shit- we just need to gun it, and hope we don't turn into a wavy piece of schiesse when we're being dragged in. That is, if we can get out of here, and onto the mouth of the river- or else we won't be stable enough to get the receiving end in time. We only have one shot, or else we're going to cut short our holiday." Markus said, driving the boat and turning sharply right, past another group of hostiles. Natalie kept firing, taking shots from all sides as she knew that things were going to shit now.
"Okay then. Sounds good to me- if we drown at least I can say that it was in a good way, right? Nice work on the building- I've got to get some rockets like yours. Still, I think this big gun is enough for me." Natalie said, keeping her legs apart as she sprayed on a cluster of hostiles camped around a petrol station, on the roof and an adjacent building. She took a guess that the fuel tanks were still filled- and her guess was right. She shot the top of them, and they quickly exploded, taking out the roof of the petrol station out and making one hell of an explosion that Natalie smiled at. Her HUD picked up a larger and larger killcount, and despite the fact that she had a slightly smaller field of view, she still felt the back of her eyeballs stand on end from the explosion. She finished off the group in the exposed building, tearing apart their cover and taking them out with a sustained level of fire. Still, as they turned back on the natural flow of water- the river, the surge behind them took them faster and faster, and Natalie scanned her six, moving to the front of the boat.
"Rodeo 1, we are nearly in position. Do you have confirmation on us, and is our line ready to go?" Markus asked, as the pilot of the C130 replied. She could see it behind them, coming in slower and at a low angle. She prayed it didn't take any AA fire- that would be the end of it. It slowed down to around 150mph- a tricky feat considering that it had to keep a perfect angle and approach for the boat to be pulled out, yet in comparison to the boat's speed of 50mph, it was incredibly fast.

"Copy that. Prepare for line deployment. It'll be above you- it should lock on the front of the boat, so brace for impact, and keep your heads down. Over." Rodeo 1 responded, as the C130 came lower and lower, the long steel line dragging now. It was incredibly smart, however- and would guide itself to the latch point on the front of the boat, the point being quite large and the reason why this boat didn't have a Mk19 or weapon mounted on the front. Natalie kept to the side of the boat, firing backwards as she knew the team would have to brace for this huge pull out of the water. It was like a Fulton- except much more extreme, and on a very large scale. Natalie's imposing 7"5 stance stood tall, wielding the gun in both hands with a iron brace- and she looked still invincible, despite the fact that she had taken a direct RPG hit. The person who had fired that had paid for it- and she knew that Victor, underneath that faceplate of his, was enjoying every second of being a warrior.
"Brace up!" Markus yelled, the cable sloshing in the water behind, and then suddenly, slamming right into the latch point, locking and securing itself in half a second around the latch point. The plane began speeding up, the river's delta now emptying out into a basin where the sea met the river, and the C130 barely pulled up, skimming the ocean as the cable tightened and they were suddenly pulled faster, out of the water, and following the plane.
"Fuck yes! I thought getting a fulton was good, but this is crazy!" Natalie yelled, as she looked down, the sea below yet parallel to them as they were taken out of the water, following the plane. The winch was doing it's work- and at times, they were being thrown around, Natalie keeping herself down and as stable as she could- she knew she had the inflation system if she was taken, but it would be awkward if she flew out and took Victor with her, probably being a hard to explain situation later on. The winch kept pulling, as the RHIB came closer and closer to the door, the C130 still keeping it's low altitude but gaining a lot of speed.

After another minute of having a flying boat, the winch pulled them fully in, and dragged them into the C130's cargo bay, the door shutting behind them, and the the coil of steel wire wrapped around the winch. Natalie smiled, as she undid her faceplate, looking over at Victor. Her HUD disengaged, and the heavy suit felt correct, almost in a boss way. To know that she was the female underneath The Bear felt good, and Victor was the same. A Native American slash Viking, who was as tough as he was tall. Natalie kept her faceplate up, her beret covered by it as she looked over at him. Markus patted Eric on the back, as Natalie hopped off the wet boat, looking over at him.
"Well then." She simply said, as she walked up to him, taking his faceplate off for him. She then proceeded to kiss him strongly with her tongue, hugging him hard and the two superheavies looking like a match made in heaven- but one that raised hell, anyway.
"Like I said. Bet you're soaking wet under that thing. Still, when we get back to debrief, and then head to Miami, we can make the most of our time off." Natalie said, as she turned around, walking with heavy footsteps toward a bench. She took up two seats again, her legs wide open and the faceplate she had put up in her left hand, along with the beret and camera combo. Her blonde hair stood out, and the red suede at her neckplate could even be seen, covering her neck and the bottom of her chin. Even like this, she was invincible- yet she knew the faceplate was important, just so that a heavy suit of armour didn't become a waste when you were shot in the head. She thought to herself that all she needed now was that helium suit for insertion, a HUD like Victor's, and maybe even a few decals to place on it. She knew that she wouldn't find the time easy- but Natalie put her head back agianst the rear of her heavily padded neckbrace, sweat pouring down her face and the cooling fans in her suit still whirring, keeping every bit of her body cool inside of the extremely thick armor.

[BigPapaBelial]

Victor kept on shooting right to the bitter end, even as the boat was picked up he was firing at technicals trying to follow them on dry land. And at boats that were tailing them. He wanted to make sure they remembered not to fuck with them in the end. Even as the boat was hooked up and lifted up off the water he continued to fire. Making good use of his still half full drum of ammo. He rained explosive death down on the men below them until the very bitter end.

It wasnt until they were secured that he finally relaxed. He hung his Mk19 off his back then looked over at Natalie as she stalked towards him. He knew what was coming as soon as she pulled his face plate off, and he quickly pulled off his helmet, pushing it back over his shoulders and kissed back adding tongue just like she did. He let out a soft growl into the kiss, pulling her close there for a moment or two. Eric did his best to look away, honestly it was looking like a pair of gods kissing in public. Hard not to look really.

Victor sighed as the kiss ended and he grinned, "Yes I'm wet, I need to think of a way to seal the seams on this thing. There's always something wrong with a masterpiece in atleast one person's eyes. Ahh well always room for improvement." He gave his girlfriend's rear a squeeze through the suit he then slumped down on a chair against the wall and relaxed, "Definitely need a break after this one. We've both been out awhile. Deserve a break, the brass pay us to wreck it up and we do that, with great results." He reached out and grabbed Natalie pulling him down in his lap.

He smilled hugely at her, "Puck'er up babe. I'm not letting you out of my lap the whole trip back."

Eric called out to them from the other side of the plane, "Get a room you two. And cut the sap. So sticky and thick."

Victor grinned, "Naw I'll be giving her something sticky and thick later one." He cackled and he resumed the kiss from just a little while ago with Natalie.

[kingkonrad]

Natalie smiled, amazed that the chair that supported Victor and now her on his lap even coped. Whatever it was, it had a lot of pressure on it- and Natalie kept herself close, still feeling the firm pinch that Victor had given on her buttock. She resumed the kiss onward, taking his head in her gauntlet, the wet kevlar gripping tightly in a passionate way against his face, as she kept close to him, the weight inside the suit nearly buckling her yet still being something she kept. Markus had instead gotten to work on closing the door, and himself, couldn't think about anything but the two walking tanks kissing, the female wielding a minigun earlier as soft as butter.
"Eric, I know a a brothel in Perth we can go to get some girls of our own, shall we say. Let's just say that it's pretty wunderbar, ja?" Markus said, walking over toward him, watching as the barely seen head poking out of what seemed like an overinflated spacesuit kissed the other giant, one that still wore warpaint and looked like he barely needed the armour to be bulletproof. Still, Markus patted Eric on the shoulder, and walked over, taking his helmet off as he took his seat. He had only fired one drum of his MG36, and knew that the semi-Juggernaut armour he had worn had done something at least. He felt like he had taken hits to the back and sides- the armor doing it's job in at least not letting the bullet hit his skin, and do some more damage there.

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(Short scene. I'm going to transition over to Nolan+Andrew soonish. Fade to black and all during sex, and so on.)
(Sorry if I God Modded, or anything. Just setting a scene.)

Two Weeks Later
Miami, Florida

Natalie of all people, was the least you expected to have some sex appeal. After all, a woman of her stature would be the most unlikely kind of person fitting that. Her legs, arms and core were muscly and rigid, almost unmovable objects that could move with pace, and had strength like no other. Yet the afternoon that sat on the beach, the waves rolling in, and Natalie walking over to where Victor was lying on the beach, had no doubt she had that appeal. Her ass, and her breasts, were ones that were of definite attraction to any man. Her face was pretty, and despite a small scar on her neck, she looked beautiful. Her blonde hair was short, but well kept and fitted her well, not to mention her youthful face was one that looked like she had been a model. To know that under that face, was an intelligent, deadly and Spetsnaz trained mind, along with an experience of Systema, Krav Maga and Weightlifting, was scary. Yet she still maintained the look of a KGB agent out of a Bond film, probably with the traits of a villain. Even so, as she walked slowly down the beach, wearing a black laced bikini that barely covered her large breasts, and a black g-string, there wasn't a single doubt that she was a woman you needed exquisite tastes to fuck. Or a death wish. She remembered being taught in the Spetsnaz that if sexual favours were to be performed under capture, there was a method to killing the captor, and anyone else watching. Methods like that sat at the back of her brain, but in case Victor ever went batshit crazy on her, she would think again on it. That said, as she looked over at him, Natalie smiled, as she crouched. Not a hope in hell he would go crazy. He wouldn't rather be hunting deer with a bow and arrow, or being the all-round viking that he was from his ancestry. Yet he chose this. Being nearly 8 foot tall, and undisputedly, a walking tank. Natalie crouched by him, and even still, was quite tall at this size. There wasn't a single doubt to Natalie why Victor liked her exactly the way he did.
"Let me at least spray you up. You'll burn, baby." Natalie said, taking a small bottle of sun lotion, and spraying it onto Victor's chest, aware she might get a reaction. She rubbed it in, caressing it with her rock hard palm- yet her fingers were neatly nourished themselves, as she sprayed and rubbed it into his skin.
"I know you're darker than me, but you get burned, and you know what it's going to be like." Natalie said, carrying on as he rubbed some more on his arms, and legs. She then took off her bikini, and dropped on top of Victor, on top of the oil and looked in him the eye.
"You know what's next. I am all yours. The Bear is. Just remember you'll never get a pair of Russian tities like these wherever you are in the world. And I'll never get a big boy like you anywhere else either." Natalie said, her large breasts definitely enough to arouse Victor more than just a little, as she knelled on him, keeping close.

[BigPapaBelial]

It wasn't easy to sneak up on a guy like Victor, and if you managed it it's because he let you. He knew the beach is safe, no one would be out to track them down and try to kill him or Natalie out here. Too many people in the area that someone would see it going down. So he was quite happy to lie out on the beach, sunglasses over his eyes, big thick retro aviators. Nothing but a gargantuan speedo on. The rest of his body bare, showing off the incredible physique he kept. Endless hours a week he spent working out, running, lifting, heavy bag training, etc. He worked to keep himself in tip top shape. There were other people in history and today that were his size because of Gigantism who were cripples, walking ONLY with the help of crutches or prosthetics. He on the other hand instead of giving up had worked hard, persevered and attained a point where atleast not anytime in the near future would he need assistance to walk or move.

His body was that of a walking tank, capable of lifting 400 pounds with comparative ease, and 600 pounds or more with effort. Something some people could and do only dream of. He wasn't grotesquely muscled in anyway, he had a build that was handsome, yet didn't make him look like some steroid addled fool. He is intelligent holding a Degree in Biological Sciences and in Political Sciences. He had a job that fit his militaristic background through his father and a high education thanks to his mother. He had never let the fact he had a genetic problem keep him down. He had learned to live life the way he wanted not how life wanted to force him to live it.

He was also lucky enough to have one hell of a significant other. One of the few people he'd allow to sneak up on him. So when he heard Natalie approach him and kneel down beside him he cracked a grin, his back against the plastic of the beach chair below him, his front to the sun, working on his tan. He smiled even broader as she spoke, "Oh come on, I've never known a Viking or a Mohawk warrior to burn. But who am I to complain about my girlfriend touching me?" He sighed softly, then opened his eyes behind his glasses. He then pulled them off roughly looking up at her bare chested form above her, "One of a kind you and I babe." He reached up with one big hand wrapping it around the back of her head, then pulled her down kissing her, before pulling her all the way down rolling over int he sand with her grinning, "Now let's do something with this private beach." He grinned as he pulled his speedos down and pushed her bikini bottom down. Leaning down over her, capturing her lips again as he settled over her....