(I know this sounds too fast, but I'm going to bring this bit to a close- and I guess I've got some more roadside bomb stuff for Ross and Carl, after their leave planned. Before that though, I will have another thing in southern China, at a dam- where Nolan and Andrew end up going toe to toe with Tyrant, and get more than they bargained for...not to be missed.)
(And yeah, the decompression bit is as cool as you think it is. You can RP along it, and I'll move us along sooner or later.)
Natalie watched him move out, as herself, the heavily armored brute with a beautiful face sprayed some more rounds, before performing a neat tactical reload, taking two 40-round mags from her hip right into the MP7s, feeling shots ricochet around her and on her.
"I guess it's a good idea we didn't go without these things. I like this." Natalie said simply over the comms, as she moved past a small container, walking out as a soldier looked at the beast that she was. From head to toe, it was hard not to appreciate that you were about to be killed by her- and that it wouldn't be too slow either. She quickly filled him with rounds, and jogged forward, firing to the left and taking out two more soldiers, before sliding along the grating, and using her other MP7 to fill some rounds into another soldier that had just come round the corner, before she then got into cover, pulling out two throwing knives. She felt bullets go into her, as she then turned the corner, throwing one of the knives directly at one soldier's head, before doubling over, and throwing one down the aisle toward another soldier- who received it right in the groin, and dropped to the floor in pain. She took her MP7s back, and reloaded, before moving through, advancing back through the plane, and mowing down whatever she saw, the two silenced PDWs filling the floor with bullet casings, and the bodycount collecting, as she kept moving through.
Suddenly, she found herself headed toward the pilot's cockpit, and moving in, felt herself be pushed back, by one of the two men. She lashed out with a sharp kick, and then felt the other one go for a punch in her abdomen- which the kevlar suit took neatly, as she put her close quarters combat into practice. She simply had to use her brute strength, and tactics, to put them down. Taking the co-pilot, she was quick to twist and throw him to the ground after a punch- breaking his arm, before she crushed his neck with her boot, and then proceeded to move onto the pilot, out of his seat and now moving toward her with a knife. She simply raised her arms and lunged forward, narrowly avoiding a knife to the head- as she then scooped the running pilot off his feet, and straight into a metal door. He lashed out with a sharp kick- but against Natalie, it was almost useless, as she kept him pinned, and raised off the ground.
"What are you carrying then? Arms, ammunition? Or something more special?" Natalie said, tightening her grip- the muscle in her right arm even bulging through the suit she wore, as it held the pilot like a paperweight.
"That's it! I swear on my mother's grave! Put me down.." She heard, tightening her grip around his neck, as she looked into his eyes- they were surprisingly enough, at the same level, the female giant's eyes like birds of prey on a target.
"That isn't it, though. This is a special delivery. I know full well how to fly this plane, and my friend who is still slaughtering the rest of this plane's staff, will torture you. Make it quick." She said in Russian to him, aware he'd understand.
"Okay, okay. Two static missile launcher struts, and two sarin weapons and blueprints. That is all, please, put me down..." He replied, Natalie crushing his neck even more.
"Safe? Or hazardous? Tell me know, or you'll be the first to suffer." She asked, as he choked, getting out a last response.
"Binary, safe, safe....please, I beg you!" He said, Natalie then looking into his eyes, and smiling, as she withdrew a small knife from her set of throwing knives, mounted on her arms.
"That's a good boy. Sped that process up." Natalie replied, as she then thrust it into his chest, and snapped his neck, letting him drop as she walked away from the cockpit, and putting her NVGs back down. That was when she realized shit had hit the fan.
She had mostly avoided the enemy- there had been 15 of them in the upper cargo bay, yet probably most were dead now. She saw the timer on her C4 via her NVG interface, and was almost in shock of what it was. 10 seconds. That meant only one thing. They'd be toast, unless they got the rear door open- or at least some other way.
"Victor, we need to fly....fuck, grab something, and don't let go!" Natalie yelled over the comms, moving out, as she ran from the cockpit, aware that on her left hand side, and Victor's right, the wing would sever, and the entire plane would be decompressurized- thrown into a terminal spin, with most of the plane ripped apart.
Throwing herself onto a metal wiring cabinet, she grabbed a hold of it, as white filled her NVGs. An ear crushing pop could be heard, as she scrambled for her oxygen mask- watching as the plane lurched. The entire wing then severed, and another large explosion followed, of the fuel, engines, and entire side of the plane rupturing. She breathed hard oxygen in, and carbon dioxide out- hanging onto the wiring box, as she then watched the now decompressed plane turn into hell.
"Shit, just hang on!" She yelled, looking over at Victor, as she then looked over at the hole. The gaping hole where one entire side of the cabin had been- now torn to shreds- a few remaining men, and cargo flying out. She checked her wingsuit, as she then looked over towards Victor, the rushing of cold air coming into the plane as the entire thing came down, and began to spin. With a resounding fart to counterweight the sucking of the decompression, she let go of the box, and felt herself fly almost upwards- without the wingsuit even out, as the sheer drop of the plane's altitude forced her upwards, and onto the roof of the plane. She sprayed down two men from her position, as she ran along the top of the plane's cargo bay, before then, grabbing onto something, before she got sucked out. She then flung herself down onto the bay, barely getting in, before meeting with Victor within the bay itself, after moving from cover to cover while being shot at.
"Victor, the rear exit's a no go! Get your mask on, and on me!" Natalie said, putting her MP7s away before checking her wingsuit once again, and then looking over towards cargo that was being sucked out, when the hole widened after a large container was flung up and out of the plane.
Suddenly, she felt a massive crack from the floor she stood on, and felt herself be thrown backwards as she was pulled out, and almost past a few crates of cargo that was hurtling out which she almost slammed into. She opened her wingsuit, both at the arms and legs, and watched as the grey structure of the cargo plane fell away from her, praying Victor was out. She had gained a little altitude- but wanted to follow it, if Victor had been left behind. She dove down, keeping her arms and legs open wide as the black falcon swooped towards the plane, past cargo, crates and jeeps falling out the entire structure. The left wing then ruptured, and a large explosion could be heard, as the entire plane was blown apart, into what seemed like a million different pieces. She checked her altimeter on her NVGs, and tracked down, following the plane, before she heard the click of 20,000 ft come past. She then began to level out, acquiring Victor. She let rip once more, half a smile on her face as she felt her forward speed reach 250mph, due to the dive, and her altitude was sustainable, for the moment. It was always good knowing that she had a little boost when she needed it- but right now, this was anarchy.
"Nest, we've successfully taken down the Antonov, but we can confirm that there were some chemical weapons aboard, with blueprints for production and launchers for them. We assume Taliban use, but we need validation, over." Natalie said through the comms, waiting on a response as she felt the rushing of her speed come fast- Natalie gliding like a bird on air, yet she knew that it had been insanity that spat them back out of the plane.
"Copy that, Natalie. We are working on your GPS, and following you both. LZ is in the Tien Shan mountains, so it's quite geographically disconnected- we'll have local Kazakh helicopters recovering you back to Almaty and then to Vancouver. Excellent job, you two. They said you could never take out a plane in flight. Looks like I've got two birds to call on if I ever need that again." She heard Nest say, as she shook her head, in doubt and denial.
"Fuck that. I'd prefer being Bear anyday. As much as I like flying, this has gone to shit. Over and out, Nest. Victor, assume up on me, or come on top of me. I'm at your altitude." She said through the comm, looking down on the white mess of the cargo plane they had just taken down, spiraling toward the ground. They had done more than just a good job- in fact, they had demolished the plane, and everything aboard was pretty much destroyed, in an innocent air incident. Nothing to do with two giants with heavy armor and wingsuits, no doubt. Natalie knew it was crazy, but a smile filled her face with glee, aware that this was seriously happening. She had just flown out of a destroyed plane, with a wingsuit, and was now flying faster, higher and with a bigger smile on her face than ever before- which gave her no doubt that when they returned to Vancouver, there would be reason to celebrate. It was why they were mercs, after all.
And then I ate the bowl!
Victor gunned down another soldier. He stopped to reload as well grinning at Natalie, "It's an interesting kit that's for sure. I'm actually enjoying myself." He stepped out of cover again and strode forward checking to see how their victims were doing. Most of them were down thanks to the combined fire of the pair of them. He smiled as he went a little deeper into the second level, searching out the last of the defenders. There had to be more, he didn't want to leave some behind them, he's always lived by the idea that if an enemy is behind you, he can shoot you in the back. And the last thing that Victor wants is to get his chute or his spine blasted. He put his MP9 back into it's holster. And drew one of the tomahawks again, he knew he was just as likely to get into CQC in this type of environment. He knew Natalie could take care of herself. It's one of the reasons he intended to give her an engagement ring when they next had some time to themselves.
He picked his way through the cargo. And he probably could have been excused a moment of confusion, not having heard or seen the soldier who slams the butt of his rifle into the side of his head. Victor actually bounced off a crate. The soldier seriously crowed in triumph. Right up until the moment that Victor turned the bounce of his body, into a shoulder check that bent the man over at the waist and sent him sprawling. Victor looked around finding that he had walked into a foursome of soldiers who were coming back to see what all the action was about. Victor eschewed the use of his machine pistol and his tomahawk. And instead because of the small alcove created by 3 crates and a shipping container. Victor's feet, knees and elbows fly. He's like a whirling dervish of blunt force trauma. The second man takes an elbow to the chin, men like Anderson Silva over in the UFC were known for their close in fighting. And Victor had taken his cues from him. Victor had learned from watching Silva, how to throw upper cuts with his elbows. And even over-the-top elbows that instead of coming around from the side or upwards from below that he could actually bring the elbow down onto the crown of his opponent. The third man takes one of those over the top blows hard and heavy, dropping him to the ground in a daze. The fourth man tries to bring his shotgun up. Victor almost seems to fly. His powerful legs propelling him forward with a burst of strength. His knee slamming into and compressing the man's chest in. A gruesome crack sounding in the confines of the alcove. He grabs the man he just kneed, and gives him a vicious chop to the throat with his tomahawk. He moves onto the man he over headed and slams his elbow into his throat, cutting off his windpipe, crushing it hard. He takes out the last two with a blurt of his MP9. Only after they are dead does he give himself time to clear his head.
It's then that his ears stopped ringing with his anger at himself for getting caught and the blow to the head,"...tor, we need to fly....fuck, grab something, and don't let go!" He leapt over and grabbed a reinforcement spar on the side of the plane. And lost his footing briefly as the plane came undone. He kept tight hold of his hardpoint. Then swore loudly as the spar he was on, and the wall it was attached too ripped free from the plane. He was swept out into the air. He called into his comms, "Fuck...I'm in the air...shit! Can't...get...righted!"
He tumbled and turned. He'd see sky, then flame, then a brief glimpse of ground, then sky, flames, sky, ground. He grunted and growled turning, then called out in pain as a crate clipped him in the side of the head, his vision going blurred. Stars flashing into his eyes. His eyes cleared, and he found he was know falling on his back. He twisted, and got into the spread eagle position again. He blinked and looked about, flames around him, and through them, a black flying angel in the form of his girlfriend. He motioned to her, signalling he is okay. He caught the air again.
He coughed into the mic, "Right, angling in on you. Christ, that was amazing. Give me the Brutal suit any day though." He settled into the air just slightly above and to her left, "Let's get to the ground. I've had enough of flying on my own wings for today." He spread his arms, and flew on with her. The ground almost seeming to drift up towards them.
Natalie looked up, and smiled, watching him as she turned over, and looked at him, keeping her own arms spread out as the angel of death flew, with the eagle of murder.
"Of course. I think we'll have to join the mile high club sometime soon though. Good thing we stopped that, but I don't think it's the end of it." She said, looking over at him, as she breathed hard through her oxygen mask, watching her altitude fall, as they flew silently like birds of prey across the night sky, away from the burning wreckage of the plane, and the shit that was now raining down into the Tian Shan Mountains.
After about two more minutes of freefall, she hit her chute, and felt it's huge embrace come over her- the oversized parachute fill the air, as she quickly grabbed the toggles, and looked for an LZ. The snow was visible on the mountainside, and she knew it wouldn't be that tough a landing, and they'd be picked up soon enough anyway. Picking her course, she led the way in front of Victor, and pulled hard on landing- coming down into the ice, as she then staggered slowly to a halt, and let her chute come down.
"Over here, Victor." Natalie said, taking her mask off, and taking her chute in, as she dragged it towards her. She saw him come over, and as soon as she had her parachute over her shoulder, she approached him also, putting her NVGs up. Natalie literally fell on him- and brought him down into the snowy ground, before then sitting up on his legs.
"Let me keep you warm. We've got a good ten minutes before the extract arrives...." Natalie added, feeling the cold and wind on her face, as she looked down at him. She then came down, and began to kiss him hard on the lips, before moving up and down along him, in a way that she knew would definitely get him going. Extract was a while away-
Two Days Later, Graham Island
(Completely unrealistic, but hey, I thought that if a wingsuit isn't enough flying, then Natalie wearing a suit of helium might be....it's a cut off scene, unless you want Victor to watch approvingly of this, and then move onto the next scene.)
(Hey, if you want to, you can give Victor something like this....I mean, it is the ultimate troll in some ways, to suddenly pop one of these on, and fly- I think it kinda goes well with this idea that they're bosses, and hey, fuck logic when there's bosses...)
The sky was dark, but Natalie felt comfortable within Bear- the night sky completely blanking her large size out, of the black and red suit. The seven foot Amazon looking over the shores of Lake Eden- and a little unofficial testing to do. She wore the suit of her choice- no weapons, but there was something. She had dragged a few bottles of the helium that she required, and had already set them up, by the rocks, and then found the kit- the ballooning material over her suit. Her faceplate was off, and her hair could be seen, along with the armor that looked like it would literally need a tank to take out. Still, she felt nice about it. She walked slowly back to her tanks, and taking a large tube, rammed it into a small valve near her ass- the balloon material completely enclosing her over her armored suit, as it was right now, and the reason for it's placement.
The helium began gushing, as she turned around, and felt herself slowly rise- the material near her boobs, ass and stomach inflating rapidly, then the legs and arms- the top then coming out, as it half-enveloped her, half exposed her. Five small fans, for adjustment, and movement were along the "balloon suit" as she called it- an oversuit on top of her regular armor. The helium inflated it, and the fans themselves helped a little with lift. Nothing significant, with two on the legs, two on the top where her arms almost were, and one...well, she had it in the right position for herself. But this wasn't it. It kept inflating, and inflating- rising her larger and larger, as she swelled in size. Natalie herself didn't- Bear was suspended somewhere within the huge black bubble of helium that now filled her- Natalie able to look forward, and just waddle forward.
"Fans, activate. " Natalie said out loud, putting her faceplate on, and only just- her arms were then cut off by the material that inflated, and she felt it grow, larger and larger. Due to the balloon, she was twice or three times wider, and not to mention that, about 12ft tall in size from any other point of view. The tanks hissed, and inflated her, as the fans began to slowly kick in, not providing any significant lift. The helium kept on gushing from the stainless steel tanks, and making the black image of her larger- the bubble now about completed, as every edge bulged. She felt lighter, and lighter- before barely feeling herself turn around, and slowly rise a little higher. This was it, she reminded herself.
The valve automatically discharged the tube pumping helium in, and she slowly let herself go back. She slowly rose off the ground, and within almost a minute, she was truly floating. A loud discharge of gas from her rear could be heard- as the flames propelled her forward, and over the lake, the 12ft balloon that she was part suspended from, part within carried her above the lake. The moon hit behind the clouds, and from Natale's point of view, she heard silence. Nothing, except a quiet whirring. She opened her legs out, and felt the bottom of the balloon's "legs" split a little- a rough direction, as she then checked her arms. She knew that sooner or later she would be able to carry a weapon in this thing- but for now, it was fine as it was. A large glow of orange flame emerged from the rear of the suit, as she then went dark again, unaware of when she wanted to come down.
Yunnan Province, Southwest China
The two ghillied up snipers sat in the small clearing, overlooking the dam that sat below them. Andrew, in particular, had his rangefinder goggles out- and was looking down onto the dam, the center of which was 1,400m away according to Andrew's last spot. A clear military presence had arrived here- and there were a hell of a lot of men, guarding the place. PLA- or People's Liberation Army men. The thing was, this wasn't any regular deal. The target was Colonel He Yuang- a corrupt officer within the PLA's ranks, and he was doing a deal of some sort. According to recently sourced intel, that was the deal, and Andrew, along with Nolan had been dispatched to...well, put a bullet into his brain, and investigate. The plan was simple- to overwatch it, and assassinate the Colonel, if needed. The other end of the deal, the intel had no idea on. Just that the Colonel was about to sell a shitload of Chinese military supplies to an unknown contact, and that was never good. So that meant finding whoever this "contact" was, killing him if needed, and PIDing whoever was with him. As it currently stood, they had slept here, shat here, ate here, watched water flow out of a dam here, and probably would either die here or kill motherfuckers like there was no tomorrow, here, for the last few days. Andrew adjusted his aim, as he looked onto the dam with his rangefinder, observing movement patterns, and the ballistics of any future shot.
"Let's go over the basics. Sniper inventory is one times C14, Timberwolf with a silencer and standard optic, one AS50 with a thermal optic on it, and my Mk14, with an ACOG and silencer, for us. Quite good, I'd think- so we've got a lot of flexibility in our ranging. The Timberwolf should do for 500 to 1,500 due to the silencer, the AS50 for anything beyond that, including our target, along with anti-material shit, and the Mk14, I'll deal with. I estimate 5 minutes till first convoy arrival, and don't be surprised if there's a helicopter. I estimate around 50 to 80 PLA, and they'll be spread out on security. If the deal hits the fan, we make sure we finish this, and we reach extraction at Point Neptune- our contact can get us out of the country there, and into Laos at least." Andrew said, going over it, as he felt the humidity sink in, as he looked around. Andrew himself was prone, and the green ghillies were almost invisible from a distance, camoflaged into the tropical woodland of China that was in this region. Facepaint sat on Andrew's face, and he was armed with his Mk14, which he used as a battle rifle and a limited sniper, not to mention an MP5SD5, as a backup for CQB. It was lighter than usual, and despite the fact that the last four days had passed relatively quickly, by no means was this an easy thing to pull off.
To be clad up like this, wasn't surprising for Tyrant. The beast that he was stood at about 8"3 within his armored suit, and was sitting in the back of a Z-8 helicopter- the man within nothing special, but what he wore something that would give even Victor and Natalie goosebumps. He was a Brazilian national- and this suit in itself, was remarkable. Made out of layers of nanofiber mixed in with kevlar and ballistic plates, reinforced by a heavy metal frame that worked as a muscle suit- being fueled by the prototype power source on his back. In short, it was pretty much invincible- thanks to that nanofiber, and despite not being visible, the hexagonal lining along every crevasse of the suit was what it was- and technologically radical from any point of view. It was sealed, and despite the large reinforced shield at his face, it was truly a suit for the invincible- with even that fogged up, and not showing the man within. A GAU-19 sat in his heavily armored grip, and the explosive chain of ammunition that led inside was clear. He sat neatly, and tinkered with it a little- aware he was invincible. After all, he even had a pretty advanced countermeasures system- he could take on RPG infantry, and laugh, from any angle- not to mention at least walk without even getting killed. Within, only a 6"2 man with enough technical and military experience was there. But from any other perspective, there was no denying it. This was one soldier out to play...and raise hell, if things went to it. Nobody bothered raising any issues about his rear power source, which held the highly experimental suit up. There wasn't really any point, as the pilot told the crew, and the men aboard that they were inbound.
(Little intro. Don't expect this to go down nicely....)
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And then I ate the bowl!
[The second scene was something I wanted to do for awhile.]
Victor steered then pulled his ripcord. The drift down to the ground was elegant, sweet, and once he hit the ground he just laid there for a time. He then looked around to spot Natalie. He got up and headed over to her, dragging his chute behind him. He urfed when she threw herself at him. And he caught her in his arms, falling backwards with her. He chuckled and kissed her back hard, "Keep me warm huh? Sounds like a plan." He didn't care how long the extract took, he is going to have his reward.
Two Day Later, Vancouver, Gastown district
"Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome back to this years World's Strongest Men North American qualifiers tournament in lovely Vancouver, Canada. We have contenders from all over North America here today to qualify for this years WSM in Brussels later this year." The first announcer extolled the event they were just coming back to from commercial break. The second announcer chimed in, "That's right Tod, and with us today, despite not needing to qualify as after all he is the current champ, is none other then Victor Kaniatariio. No one even knew he was in Canada until just yesterday when he showed up here for the qualifiers. And since then he's shown the new and the old competitors why he's the World's Strongest Man champion for 5 years running. Let's go down to the ground, where we have the truck pull qualifier just now starting up."
Down on the ground one of the newest competitors a young german man had just finished his round on the huge semi truck, pulling it for 50 of the 100 foot course. And now Victor is stepping up to the yoke attached to the truck. He reaches down, pulling the yoke over his shoulders and fastening it to his belt and across his chest. He then grabs the thick rope set there for competitors to pull on while they pull the huge truck. He grips it firmly, though by the calls from the crowd they know he's likely to throw it aside half way. He leans forward abit then the buzzer sounds and he begins to move forward. Step by step, the truck begins to move, he reaches 10 feet, then 20, he starts to move faster and faster. 30 feet and he's still holding the rope. The audience cheers his on, calling his name over and over, "Victor! Victor!" 40 feet and he tosses the rope aside and starts dragging the huge truck along by mean strength alone.
His growls and grunts can be heard by almost everyone nearby, as he digs his toes into the ground and paws at the ground in front of him. 50 feet, even his fellow competitors are now cheering him on as he pulls and pulls. 60 feet and he's built up even more speed. 70 feet and he's at his top speed and he grinds away at the truck pull. 80 feet almost to the end he's still going! 90 feet, almost there, the cheering only gets louder. 100 feet, he cross the finish line and still pulls for an extra 30 feet until the rear bumper of the truck passes the finish line. He then stops, stepping to the side so the still slowly rolling truck doesn't hit him.
The first announcer turns to look at the camera, "And that there ladies and gentlemen is why he's the reigning champ. Victor Kaniatariio showing the world the strength he's got. Let's get back to the action."
Nolan looked through the scope of his rangefinder, scanning the dam's stop level, "I'm glad I brought my PP2000 and my Tac 50 along just in case. Even if the AS50 is a semi-auto rifle, I'd feel woefully under prepared without my Tac." Said rifle was nestled down under some bushed right nearby, he had it set up where he could sit on one knee and brace the two rifles which were set up beside each other against his shoulder and easily sight through the scopes. He didn't mind carrying the extra weight of an additional long rifle. He wanted to be ready is all, and he knew he could fire the Tac 50 almost as fast as the AS50 could fire.
As he sat there he sighed, "I fucking hate this weather. Too damned warm and humid for my tastes." He reached over and grabbed one of his water bottles, taking a drink of the slightly salty water, this was one of the bottles with a higher salt content in it to keep his body from shutting down due to sweating and salt loss. He hrmed and squirmed a little, getting comfy again, "I kinda wish that Intell. had gotten a better read one what the other end of the deal is supposed to be. I feel half blind without it." He sniffed a little and almost reached for his packet of marijuana sticks, but stopped himself, he had brought 12 with him, and he had rationed them out the whole time they are here, he didn't want to half one less then needed when the shit hit the fan and he needed some calm nerves. "Five fucking minutes...might as well be eternity and beyond..." He zoomed in on a section of the dam then pulled his ranging card over to mark down a new place that a guard just emerged, "Are they beefing up their patrols with the convoy coming in? That's the third new stopping position that I've needed to mark down in the last 30 minutes."
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"Could be. Keep your eyes out though mate. When shit gets real, we'll be sniping fuckers left and right. And bloody hell, no doubt that there's a lot of Asians down there to kill. We snipe the Colonel, and get out- that being the main thing. We need to move as fast as possible- but don't expect it to be easy." Andrew simply said, adjusting his position as he moved through the position on his hands and knees, moving toward where the Timberwolf was- a Canadian rifle coincidentally, but Andrew liked it's characteristics, and it sniped fast and took out anything that moved with it's suppressed .338 round.
"Okay. We've got anti-material firepower, but keeping ourselves as concealed as possible following the shot is a good idea- unless we really need to hit the weapons. We stall them and their detail for as long as possible- confusing the living shit out of them too. Fingers crossed they don't bring any armor..." Andrew added, checking the optic on the Timberwolf- a US Optics MilDot Gap, with a nice ranging. He zoomed in, the green rifle placed neatly on a bipod, and zoomed in, scanning for enemies.
"Chopper, sighted. Z8, Chinese Military spec, and probably our guy. Three military jeeps, and one Colonel in the rear. One approaching WZ551 APC....fuck, that isn't good. The fuck he thinks is going to bust up his party? This is one deranged and suspicious motherfucker. Got to be pretty paranoid. Still, he's a fucking idiot, what with us. We can penetrate that thing with the AS50- I know you got your Tac-50, but I know that the AS is loaded with AP fifties, and if I use the thermal on it to pinpoint the engine block...well, kaboom to that. Alright then. That chopper probably has him, so stick your eyes on it. I don't think we'll be silent for very long- so I'll get my AS50, and see if I can get shots on that APC straight away. Keep your rifle out, and blow the Colonel's head off his mounting- the fifty should do it. Shoot the chopper as the next target, so our contact doesn't get away- then the dealer. We eliminate all major contacts, and we get out of here pronto. Wait for my go, that said." Andrew went on, analytical as ever- as he then put down his Timberwolf, aware that perhaps rather than sniping targets near the dam with his rifle, quietly removing them and so on, it would be better to simply bring out the AS50 and do some damage with that.
"I would have one of your spliffs right now, but shit...got to stay awake, at least. This is it then. Fucking A." Andrew went on, putting his Timberwolf on it's bipod, before rolling towards his AS50- on it's mount. He quickly moved up to it, and lifted the large rifle off it's stock- the thermal optic working as planned.
He switched to white-hot, rather than the current setting, and adjusted his aim. The Z8 swooped in, and came to a neat landing on the concrete dam, landing just on the small road. The place was blocked off completely- a 5 mile radius of here had been roadblocked, and even the dam itself seemed pretty locked down. Looking down the thermal, he kept his eyes on the WZ551, and kept adjusting his optic. Once he noted it had stopped, he saw the exhaust- and followed it, trying to look for the hottest part of the tank. At the rear, and below what seemed obvious from a visual standpoint as a small radiator grill, the engine of the WZ551 was placed- a small and pale white patch among the slightly bright tank. That was exactly what he was hunting- and he readied himself, aware that Nolan had the shot on lockdown. He would put a fifty cal round into that Colonel's head, and he kept track on the APC, aware that things were now starting.
The chopper's engine fully stopped, and a few men walked out. Wearing suits, and looking as professional as most arms dealers were. What then suddenly hit Andrew in his gut, was what he saw next. A giant emerged from the rear of the Z8, armed with what looked like a GAU-19. Shit nearly came out, as Andrew switched his thermal to him. He looked impressively larger than the rest- and the fact was, he had seen Ross, Jenny, and Carl. They had spread a few rumors about what they had seen in Afghanistan- of a Mohican giant wielding a grenade launcher, along with a Russian female with a minigun - both heavily armored enough and armed enough to look like they could deal with armies themselves. From what Andrew guessed, that was different from this. Whoever this target was, he was a threat. And as he scanned, and followed behind the formal dealers, he wasn't sure what to target.
"Holy, mother of all fucks. That's bullshit. I'm seeing shit, or my scope isn't working. That is not something like Ross, or Carl. GAU-19...and I can spot something on his back. Whatever he is, he looks like he's a bit weird on my thermal. Going from white to black and all that shit....something on his back like I said too. No idea what though. Looks like something that powers it, Godknows. What the fuck though...that isn't anything I've ever seen before. Looks like we might have a problem." Andrew added, still a little shocked in his voice.
"Okay. I think we need a change of plan. Colonel's moving out...and I'll guess that we need to classify what's the bigger threat. Either that fucking brute down there, or the APC. Wait it out. Watch what happens, and if something goes awry over there, we'll fire." Andrew added to that, adjusting the ranging, as he then waited on what happened next. All he knew was, that this was crazy- and things were going to get very crazy, very quickly.
And then I ate the bowl!
Nolan had just alighted his reticle on the colonel's head, a mildot pull on him to adjust for distance. He hadn't seen the large armored man, tunnel vision in effect. He had the AS50's shoulder pad pressed firmly up against his shoulder. And didn't even notice the big man until Andrew spoke up. He popped open his left eye to get a full view. He didn't take his eye away from the scope though, "Oh that is bullshit." He kept his reticle trained on the colonel, "I think we need to prioritize right now honestly." He adjusted his position, "I'll put two in the colonel as things go. Boom boom, then change views to the chopper, putting another 2 into the rotor assembly. Pick off the APC first on your end..." He stopped and adjusted again as the two groups approached each other.
His breathing started to become that even focused quality as he drifted into the zone, "You down the APC, and see if you can get the big man's little friends. Then if we have enough time, we zero in on the big man, and pour whatever we have on him left. I'll switch to the Tac for that. I know it has more punch then the AS does." He thumbed the safety on his AS, and wracked the slide, chambering a round. He counted down the second slowly, "Just be ready brother. We'll split open the heavens, and see how that goes."
Nolan had his reticle position for a perfect headshot, would pop the colonel head off in a beautiful fountain. He sniffed, zooming in slightly. He whispered softly, zeroing in on the colonel's nose, "Aim small....miss small...Come on you sonsofbitches...give me what I want..." He breathed in evenly and slowly, the seconds counting by.
"I don't like the look of this, I'm just saying." Nolan said, using his god given right to grouse about the situation, every soldier did it, just a way to ease the tension.
[And that was a horribly short post, I'm sorry I didn't know where else to go with it.]
(No problem. The ending to this might be a little unorthodox, but I think you'll adapt to it, along with the rest of the events that unfold.)
(And wait, I thought that Nolan's using his Tac-50 for the shot, rather than the AS50 with the thermal on it- I think this may be my fault in saying they'd use the AS for the shot. My bad- is it okay if you change it on your end to the Tac, since Andrew's going to go for the APC using the AS50 instead.)
"Shit, I'm on it. Zeroing targets." Andrew simply said, watching the thermal outlines through his AS50, and tracking the APC. It finally stopped, and Andrew watched the engine block. He waited on his moment, and steadied himself, before then suddenly hearing something he wished he didn't. He looked back at the Colonel in a moment's glance, and watched what happened next- the dealer had been cocky, and done something and a half. It quickly made sense. This wasn't a deal. This was a backstab. The main dealer had pulled out a G17, and slotted the Colonel with a almost totally point blank shot, practically executing the fucker- and he didn't want to thing what next. He adjusted his aim, almost yelling now. The rest of the dealers' bodyguards were quick to arrive, armed with QBZ-95 rifles, and were opening fire- along with the big brute behind them, who span up the three barreled GAU-19. Inside his suit, he knew he was invincible. And that he had his own AT tactics.
"Fuck, it's a backstab! Shoot the dealers, anything that fucking moves! Oh, fuck. Colonel is dead, but these fuckers betrayed him. Nolan, get shots on the dealers- I'll slot some into that big motherfucker." Andrew said, adjusting his zooming, as he watched the super-heavy simply mow down a section of Chinese infantry, and fire come from all sides down there. It seemed that the big fucker had been protection- and was simply spraying at the APC, while it looked at him. Two rounds slammed into his armor, yet he went on, totally fine and feckless. He sprayed some more, and the fifty cals finally found their mark- penetrating through the turret, and sending an ammunition cache for the autocannon up, which blew the whole structure. He then turned to mow down some more infantry that were coming, and shoot out three military jeeps- literally not giving a single fuck. There were what seemed like a mountain of cases by the deal location- but it seemed that something more than just a simple deal had occurred. He hadn't spotted it before, but what looked like two unmarked, black military trucks quickly arrived, and the Z8's position was held firm. The security detail, although hopelessly outnumbered- 15 against 80 fully armed Chinese PLA troops, had at least a force multiplier. Andrew adjusted his scope, and aimed towards the head of the 8 foot tall giant, roaming on the road on the dam with a GAU-19 like it was nothing. He fired once, and then fired again- the bullets simply ricocheting off the bomb collar, due to the nanoweave's construction. A few more would definitely tear it apart- but the rounds had been almost stupidly placed, and had gone at a 90 degree angle into the armor. Nothing came of it, apart from a little knockover for the beast, who sprayed on regardless. The body count was increasing- and Andrew himself didn't know what to do.
"Holy shit- it's a bloodbath! This fucker won't die either! Shoot the chopper, and the vehicles- they're loading up with all those crates, and they'll be out of here as fast as they came. Scratch the dealers for now- we take the vehicles out, they don't go anywhere, and it won't do anything big if it turns out they're simply pawns for a higher deal. This isn't as simple as I thought it would bloody be- we just snipe this shit till we run out, then we go. It's FUBAR- but we stop them leaving, wait for the real PLA to see if they can get to here, and take that big fucker out." Andrew added, looking over, as he scanned for soldiers. Suddenly, three popped up, behind the big heavy- and quickly became targets for Andrew- who focused on one, and pulled the trigger.
The fifty caliber AP bullet made it's way to the soldier's head in record time- as usual, anyway. It pretty much blew part of his head off, and sent him straight down, before Andrew then adjusted his position.
"That made some noise alright. Tyres and fuel tanks of the trucks- we stop them from moving, or take them out completely. I think fuel tanks for me might work, you know." Andrew added, changing the magnification, and intensity of the IR. He zoomed back in again, finding a bunch of PLA that were...well, roadkilled, in the most inappropriate way, as the trucks simply barged straight through a roadblock on their side of the valley, within the dam. They quickly came to the center, and stopped fast- about 20 more men dismounting from them, of the security detail- armed intricately with various weapons. The PLA were fighting hard, and long- a lot of the original security detail dead. Hell, Andrew knew they couldn't get the shot on the dealers- but the point was, they weren't going anywhere.
"FUBAR, mate. FUBAR." Andrew repeated to himself, as he watched one of the trucks, watching it eventually stop, and finding the engine. He went for that first- pulling the trigger twice, before he saw what he wanted to. The bullets went straight through according to his IR he took a guess, and then he adjusted further- finding the fuel line. He quickly pulled twice- his last two bullets of this mag, but worth it. The two quickly were sent out, and found their mark quite quick. These were AP rounds- and would make a hell of a spark if they tore through the fuel lines. Which was what they did.
The front truck was detonated, and quickly went up, with enemies running out, aware that there was something mystical shooting them now. The beast that was the armored brute was still holding the far side of the dam, minigunning fuckers left right and center, while getting grenades, rifle and machine gun weapons fired at him. Hell, even one tried to pop off a RPG in his direction- but the Trophy system mounted on his armor simply deflected the shot, detonating it mid air before he swung the entire GAU-19 over, and minigunned the man on the support column. Walking forward, over bodies and concrete barriers, he was a one man army- mowing down PLA troops like nothing. This was well paid, for him. Being invincible had it's advantages. But as he did that, Andrew had kept tabs on his rear, and the back that he maybe didn't think was what kept him so lofty and powerful.
"No idea what the hell he has on his back. Can you see on regular vision? Looks like some power source. Fucking alternates as well....hydrogen cell mechanism? No idea. Got to be his weak point...but he's moving too much, and if he gets shot again, he might turn and see if he can put some rounds into us from his range. Who knows. I can't judge it at the moment- but this guy has some prototype shit I've never seen before. And yeah, if you want a joint, I don't think now is the time, Nolan mate." Andrew added with a comedic ending, aware that they had to keep up the fire. He loaded a new mag, and scanned the dam, looking down on the firefight as he popped a new clip into the British fifty-caliber rifle.
"We've kept them back for a while, but it's not long till they turn to us rather than the PLA. We're still hopelessly outnumbered, so once they begin to stalemate and that big fucker has to get back across to the other side of the dam, we'll go down and settle it, making our move before the equilibrium shifts for the millionth time. Get to the dealers and get any evidence off them if there is anything- then running out of there. I don't know. This is insane. I would run now, but something seems messed up about the entire atmospherics of this. It isn't right if we run and let these fuckers get out." Andrew reiterated, as he turned to a few more men, and got sniping on them. He picked his targets well- a set of the security detail, who were now being pushed back to the Z8, and the small perimeter round there. The four dealers had taken cover behind a Chinese military truck in the middle that blocked it there- the Colonel's body now completely limp, and lifeless. Poor bastard. The security detail of the dealers who weren't being shot at on the snipers' side of the dam were loading the crates of Chinese military gear into the back of the lorry- one of which Andrew knew could be taken out in seconds. The Z8 was also being loaded, but Andrew knew that they weren't meant to spend any longer here, and would soon run dry for the fifties. Making shots count would be important- and for that heavy especially.