(Done).

Imran looked over at Dom, as he peered at the crates being unloaded.
"You never disappoint, Don. There's not enough time to set up the killhouse. I have a feeling you're more than comfortable with getting involved in some combat- so just make sure that it's all good for a situation that is a little beyond those means. The reason you're here is because we have pressing matters to get to, and we're a man down- a Heavy in particular, and they come in very short supply these days. Any that we don't have, some tyrannical dictator has already collected as his prize beefcake. Anyway, the thing is, we have some work to do. Some small scale work against Artemis in Santiago, Chile, nothing too significant for us. I'll brief you properly in about four hours or so- get your self accustomed, all your shit setup. We will need you for the foreseeable future, so settle into your new home. And before you ask about money, my word is better than any financier's. I'll leave it at that" Imran said, in a half commanding, half casual voice, as he looked at the crates being taken inside, to where he'd be placed, as he began walking, towards the concrete structure, with the other three.
"Right. Since I gave Svetlana and the new two the chance to become licked up on some combat, I need to get a little logistical support. Antoine, I need you with me- I need to you with me to explain the insertion on our next operation, in Santiago. Howard, help Dom out if he needs anything- otherwise, you two should prep up for urban work. I'll fill you in once we're moving closer- but it might get a little noisy." He said, as he headed in towards the base, aware that it was a lead they had to follow, a loose end relating to what had happened in the Amazon that needed fixing.

(I can RP Antoine here Big, or you can- your call here).

They took the lift down, Imran and Antoine headed to the other Briefing Room, where Imran quickly brought up the interactive map.
"Over here. Look at this." He said, as he flickered over the image, using his two hands to quickly bring it about downwards onto Santiago itself, located within a small suburb of the area. He changed the magnification, as he quickly picked up a small compound.
"This is Mulhacen Heights, one of the highest points atop top the hills that within Santiago, Chile. This, in particular, is what we've identified as the staging point for the raid on the Amazon Facility- a scrapyard located towards the outskirts of the suburb, a pretty abandoned one. Now in particular, this satellite feed, our own mind, has this." He added, zooming closer. It was black pair of blots, but to any skilled operator, especially Imran, you could tell what it was.
"Those mechanized suits. It confirms it. And we want to find whatever intelligence we can. So hence, we're going to conduct a simple operation. It is urban, so it is rather hard to deploy effectively, without getting found out. That said, we will need to make some noise." He added, as he swiped the camera around, bringing up a set of markers.
"We have one of our moles on the ground, scouting it out. It's as busy as it was yesterday. Hiding in fucking plain sight. Jesus. Well, none the less, that is a problem, so dealing with it a little loudly might have to be the case. We'll use an armored truck to reach the entrance, with myself and Domineco within. You'll run inside, find any intelligence before they burn it within the suspected command post- with that fancy new Optical Camouflage of yours making you invisible to all but thermal sensors, and obviously, strong light. Howard stays as our getaway driver. It isn't the best of circumstances, and I understand he is a sniper after all. But the area is right on a peak, and sniping positions aren't likely- he'll need to make sure he can keep our outer position secured, so decking him out in either a little more kevlar, or giving him a little more defensive Anti-Personnel equipment might come into hand. Or both- we need to protect the area around our truck, and unless you think he can keep up with you, he'll have to keep back." Imran said, looking over, as he quickly looked over to Antoine.
"Nothing too big, as I said. Just a simple clear and find intel. If we do encounter anything big however, you know what to do. Domineco has a M242, and that will go through most shades of shit. But probably not any Trophy Systems, so be around if things go to hell. And if you feel like it, commandeer one. Just give us the heads up when and if you find it." He added, as he looked over, a smirk on his face.
"Though I know your approach too well, so I don't expect it. Rest up, go tell the others- I'll brief them properly when our C17 is ready. We'll be there by the evening, to go wreck those bastards." Imran added, disengaging the map, as he looked to her, waiting to see if she had anything to quickly ask.

---

"If you think that works, go for it." She said, looking over, as she took the rest of her gear, aware that they'd be going. Heading outside, her balaclava up and the only exposed part of her body being her beautiful face, she led the way to the C130, as they we going to head out. She took the rest of her kit, as she led the way to the lift, narrowly avoiding the other team, as they went up. The C130 had been refueled and checked over fast, because by the time that Svetlana, Spectre and Iceman were up, they were getting in the back, and getting ready to go. It was around mid-day, and whilst it had been so far a little bit hectic, Svetlana knew getting into an operational mood would be needed. Sitting down, she put her legs up onto another seat, leaning back as she fell asleep, aware that if Spectre or Iceman decided to come within a meter, her senses would have her up. And anyway, she just knew that they'd succumb to sleep too- it was a long way to go, and two scheduled stops on the way would mean that they'd be up and down in the skies.

---

Several Hours Later
2200 Hours
Somewhere off the coast of Mumbai, India

The C130 held pattern over the sea, as Svetlana checked the Zodiac's ropes, before she looked to Spectre, in his suit. She cocked the OTS-14, chambering a round, as she put her NVGs down, the rear door opening.
"In you get, Spectre- on the engine! Iceman, you're flying to the Airport- get a taxi, or whatever you can in transport to the sniping position. Stay incognito, and do not raise any profile to yourself- you're simply carrying a case and you look like some foreigner- this city never sleeps, remember." She said, aware that Mumbai was a key cosmopolitan area, and still remained clustered with slums, new buildings and various other areas- though it was crammed and a clusterfuck, even despite that. Slums like Dharavi still made getting across the city hard, but to where Spectre and Svetlana were going, they were headed right for the docks, by which the building was located.

Clambering in, as Spectre got himself settled down, Svetlana sitting in the front, She held onto a handle, as she then reached over, pulling a cable, as she then looked to Iceman.
"Good luck!" She yelled as suddenly, a parachute burst behind the boat, and it was thrown into the air, the cable releasing as the boat was thrown backwards, straight into the Indian Ocean. The rear door of the C130 shut, as Svetlana detached the parachute as soon as they hit the water, with a sudden and hard thud. Her weight was significant, in the front of the boat- even with the engine on, they didn't take a high angle of approach, several hundred kilos of Russian Amazon leaning on the rubber.
Nicely done. That way." She said, checking her NVGs, as she put them down, alongside her balaclava, her beautiful face obscured from view as the stealth mode of the two kicked in. The port could be seen in the distance, sticking out on the Mumbai peninsula, as they had to get close, before then moving up onto land. Hopefully, Iceman would have the crash mat set up in the right place- or Svetlana was going to have to find a way down that didn't involve becoming flatter than a pancake.

Spectre gunned it towards the shores, even with his suit on though something seemed off. It seemed almost like something was driving him to get there as quickly as he could. They hit the shore quickly ad Spectre jumped off the boat. He grabbed his AUG, a tomahawk, and a M9 pistol with a suppressor and moved towards the building. He began scaling the wall with his tomahawk and soon was over before Svetlana could follow. H landed on top of a guard and snapped his neck. He grabbed the mans suppressed UZI and slung it over his shoulder and sprinted through the loading area of the complex, forgetting about Svetlana.

Iceman had gotten to the airport before they hit the shores and was already set up in his position. He spotted Spectre sprinting, and knew it would happen. "Svetlana, Spectre's off the reservation, it's just me and you at this point. Front gate, forty meters to your left. I can handle the guards." He quickly took aim and began dropping the guards for her. " Gate is clear, move in and take cover. I will scout a path for you." He found a path perfect for her to get into the building and breathed. "All Right, go left ten meters and then shoot straight up the center of the crates. after you reach the blue on go another 25 meters to your left and you got a straight shot at the door, after that you are on your own." He covered her so she could move through the area without alerting anyone one. Once she was inside he packed up and went to higher ground.

Once she was inside the guards all stared at her. There were about 15 in there, with pistols and submachine guns. There was an elevator beyond them. it would take her to the floor she needed to be at. The men quickly scattered and took up positions to shoot at her, and also to keep her from the elevator.

Thirty floors down.....

Three bodies hit the floor, and Spectre walked into a small hallway, walking over the bodies as he did it. He approached a door and entered a code he had hacked from a computer to get in. The door opened and he walked in, and saw his prize. He walked up to a pedestal in the center of the room and knelt down to it. He smiled as he looked at a small chip inside a glass container on the pedestal. He took the glass case off, and alarms began to blare throughout the facility. He took the chip, but needed a new suit of armor to put the chip in.

Spectre gunned it towards the shores, even with his suit on though something seemed off. It seemed almost like something was driving him to get there as quickly as he could. They hit the shore quickly ad Spectre jumped off the boat. He grabbed his AUG, a tomahawk, and a M9 pistol with a suppressor and moved towards the building. He began scaling the wall with his tomahawk and soon was over before Svetlana could follow. H landed on top of a guard and snapped his neck. He grabbed the mans suppressed UZI and slung it over his shoulder and sprinted through the loading area of the complex, forgetting about Svetlana.

Iceman had gotten to the airport before they hit the shores and was already set up in his position. He spotted Spectre sprinting, and knew it would happen. "Svetlana, Spectre's off the reservation, it's just me and you at this point. Front gate, forty meters to your left. I can handle the guards." He quickly took aim and began dropping the guards for her. " Gate is clear, move in and take cover. I will scout a path for you." He found a path perfect for her to get into the building and breathed. "All Right, go left ten meters and then shoot straight up the center of the crates. after you reach the blue on go another 25 meters to your left and you got a straight shot at the door, after that you are on your own." He covered her so she could move through the area without alerting anyone one. Once she was inside he packed up and went to higher ground.

Once she was inside the guards all stared at her. There were about 15 in there, with pistols and submachine guns. There was an elevator beyond them. it would take her to the floor she needed to be at. The men quickly scattered and took up positions to shoot at her, and also to keep her from the elevator.

Thirty floors down.....

Three bodies hit the floor, and Spectre walked into a small hallway, walking over the bodies as he did it. He approached a door and entered a code he had hacked from a computer to get in. The door opened and he walked in, and saw his prize. He walked up to a pedestal in the center of the room and knelt down to it. He smiled as he looked at a small chip inside a glass container on the pedestal. He took the glass case off, and alarms began to blare throughout the facility. He took the chip, but needed a new suit of armor to put the chip in.

Howard and Domenico made their way into a small warehouse where Dom's equipment had been put. Dom pulled the tarp off the boxes and bags, nodding. He ran his hands over the length of the M242 Bushmaster. The Italian smiled, "It's been awhile since I've had to lift this thing. But, I think we'll be just fine. Throw us both into the shit. That's where the good stuff happens." He began to unpack things. Howard coming in to assist. Soon they had several heavy folding tables set up the armor on one, the saw-toothed grin on the helmet gleaming. The scaled arm armor solid looking. Domenico smiled, "This is my weapon...as the saying goes..." He looked over the Bushmaster carefully smiling brightly, "All in working order. Be ready to go as soon as we get our first job as a team." Howard looked everything over in astonishment, "How the hell did you get your hands on all of this again Dom? All of this is cutting edge military. Where do you get the ammo for that Bushmaster?"

Dom just smiled, "You can do alot when you know someone who knows someone. If you want my secret, I'll tell you here and now. There's an American quartermaster in the US army that owes me several favors. He puts aside bits and pieces of ammo shipments. And I keep his...indiscretions from becoming public. Or well the Mafia does anyway.: Dom begins to suit up carefully. Not sure why but he just feels the need to do so.

As he's doing that with Howard's help Antoine walks in, and for a moment just watches as the big Italian slowly gets his heavily armored suit into place. Quickly that shark-like visage began to take form. The last thing to go on is Domenico's sawtooth grin etched helmet. The sides sliding back to reveal his face. He quicks an eyebrow at Antoine, "Hey there pretty. What's the word?" Howard bristled just abit at someone else talking to Antoine like that, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. Antoine smiled, "There's a job for us. Howard, go gear up with as much Anti-Personnel stuff you can carry. And take a lighter rifle. We'll be on top of a peak, so long distance fire won't be something we'll need." Howard hrmed, "I've been retooling a M14 EBR for abit. It ought to do for closer fighting. I'll go break that out of storage. Grab some mags and a 4x scope. A PDW and a heavy pistol ought to help too, along with my bow. I wager I'm going to be back up and support this time so I will likely be staying with a escape vehicle?" Antoine smiles, "It's okay Howie, we still love you." Howard growled a little. Domenico smiled, "Howie? I like it. I wager I'm going to be the bait? I'll load in HEI-T rounds while we're inbound then." He grabbed his weaponry, slotting everything into place, then with a strange ease, picked up a large box of 25mm ammo and swung it over his shoulder.

Howard grunted, rather impressed then raced by Antoine, rushing off to go gear up, better to be ready early then late. Antoine smiled and raced after him, smacking him on the rear as she passed him. This caused the Mohican to falter in his step, growling then and giving chase. Domenico just chuckled loudly. Striding out and towards the main building purposefully.

(RPC, don't God-Mod too heavily- I apologise for when I do it, just be careful- I don't want to throw Svetlana into that position. I have worked around bits of it, but as you can see, I do want to work things differently. Spectre can do as he pleases however :D )

Svetlana sat heavily in the front, as Spectre took the boat in, as they surged towards the coast. She checked the Groza once more, as they headed to the dock,s Spectre aiming for a shadowy part of the dockland. Throwing a grappling hook, Svetlana ordered to stop the boat, as she clambered upwards, keeping the boat stationary, as she checked her NVGs.
"Careful now. You stay safe." She said, as he moved quick, herself headed in his direction, towards the skyscraper. They were out of the docks quickly, sticking to the shadows, as Svetlana moved towards the building.
"Okay, Iceman, activate the EMP." He said, as she checked the rifle, aware that at midnight in a place, she had to move quick and stay in the dark, to avoid any detection. The groundfloor went dark, as Spectre was out of sight, as Iceman mentioned, as she went through the gate, the silent CS5 Iceman had making a mess of the targets. She moved exactly where he told her to, aware that while she had a good stealth, you don't hide 7"5 of Russian female easily. The front guards were gone, the two security guards dead and hidden, at their posts.

She threw herself over a crate, through an open window, falling straight onto a man inside the lobby, who was looking at a light. She practically came down rear first onto the man, as his muffled screams weren't coming out as easily.
"Fuck me..." She said, taking her Spetsnaz Machete and ramming it into his temple, as she then backed off, moving off the man as she moved through the darkness of the lobby, the power still out. She bounded into the lifts, as the power came back on, Svetlana cursing. Punching the hatch above, her fist connected well, as she then clambered up, out and over the cover. Grabbing a hold of the cable, she sighed, as she knew what was next. Thirty stories of pulling herself up. This was what she worked out for. Every pull was agonizing, by the time she was at the 25th storey, but this was needed. The lifts were still dead, thankfully- Svetlana didn't want to get hit, not by something like that at least.
"Iceman, have the crash mat set up, I'm nearly in position. Spectre, you better find what you are looking for, or else we'll have to deal with quite a lot of Indians that won't like me, or Imran for that matter." She said bitterly, clambering upwards, just pissed off he had run off.

Pulling herself up one last time, she exhaled, as she then took out her Machete, and rammed it into the door with one hand, the Groza in the other, She levered the door, hanging onto the lift cable with her legs, in a particular jamming fashion. One of the guards screamed, as she opened up through the crack, the man coming down as she widened it with the blade of the Machete, taking out another with her Groza, seated tightly in one hand, doing the work. This was an assault rifle, to most. To her 7"5, muscled arm, it was a PDW. The stock was the only reason it had any substantial bearing. She threw herself through the crack, rolling as she moved through, the windows of the skyscraper exposed but good if Iceman wanted to shoot.
"Spectre, two minutes! I have our exfil point secured, I'll clean up the adjacent rooms!" She yelled over the comms, moving full burst, as she slid behind cover of a sofa, this being some sort of conference room of sorts. A bar was in the next one. The fuck was this place, she thought to herself, as she moved from cover, to up onto the table, almost running on it as she took out three contacts at the room, taking a round to her kevlar vest. It didn't stop her. She slid a new magazine in, charging like a bull, as she hit cover, diving before another security detail opened up on her. A single 5.45 round to the head did the job, the man collapsing in a heartbeat, as she chuckled. Moving back to the room she had entered, she heard the elevator ping.
"Hmm...time to see what I can do." She said to herself, as she put down her Groza, stacking up at the door, aware that even if this was a SWAT team, they wouldn't stand much chance.

The elevator doors opened, and the four man security detail rushed out. She let them pass, as the last one out screamed. The punch was instantanious, and so sharp, it broke his jaw, knocking him the fuck out. One tried to turn the MP5, but she kicked him violently, then sending another aggresive counter-attack on the second-in-command's shove with his gun. She practically plucked it from his hands and shot him in the feet, then spraying the leader to pieces, smashing a few windows, as the clip dried out. She kicked the jaw man's neck, as she approached the man on the floor, scrambling for his pistol. He barely got it, and fired one round into Svetlana's chest, the kevlar taking another round, as she lept on him, like a cougar, before pulling her balaclava off. Her hair covered her from security.
"You get a special treatment. It will be long." She said, as she moved up, knocking the pistol from his hands, as she then sat her whole weight onto his neck. It snapped within a few seconds. She needed a name for this move, she thought to herself. The Russian...hmm, too indescript. Oh, The Nice Way Out? Maybe that. But either way, it took the poor bastard a little longer to die, as she was aware that the rest of this storey was going into overdrive, with this alarm going off. Smashing the window they needed, she crouched, holding her Groza up with her second to last mag, waiting on Spectre to come with what he found. And hopefully, just as planned, that crash mat would be there.

---

Imran's Exoskeleton was hard to tell, it didn't seem like he wore it. Neither did it do amazing tricks, not right now at least. But what it did do, was mean that he could run as fast as he could with bare skin, while carrying enough munitions to take on most threats. An MBT LAW launcher, that could defeat most armored targets, avoiding Trophy and countermeasure systems, a Mk48, that had virtually no recoil and 200 rounds a pop, and the M32, that could turn a target to paste. And carrying that would burden a soldier down, reduce even Imran, a well built Sikh, to a slower pace. He was reactive, fast moving and most of all, the Exoskeleton gave him arm strength that could really tear apart an enemy. He wondered about a better visor system and a possible drone system to implement, but he didn't know when and how it would come about. It wasn't his issue. His UCP/blue digital camoflage sat well on him, alongside the helmet, tucked atop his crushed Turban, as he moved upstairs, up to the warehouse with the others, They were leaving very shortly.

Stepping out into the cold, he saw Antoine and Howard rush past, bringing a chuckle to Imran's face. He saw Domineco walking slowly, with a purpose, smirking as he knew what this meant, moving to the main building with a purpose. He pulled out his MP412 REX, keeping it in his right hand. He fired one shot after another at Domineco, smirking as he saw he didn't even flinch. He was firing .357 ammunition that could physically stop a bull. And it didn't do squat.
"That shit is good. You know my .357 could floor a charging horse. I don't want to question where you got it from...but I assume it has something to do with a friend of a friend being indebted to the Caporegime." Imran said, tucking a new set of rounds into the MP412, nodding.
"We leave in about twenty minutes. I don't know how you'll go for..well, business while you're in that thing, because the flight is about three hours. I hear Svetlana has a way around it, but she never tells." He said, chuckling, Imran shaking his head. There had to be a way, but it never logically added up. Domineco may not have been as tall as the resident Russian heavy, but he was significant in size none the less, and his suit looked just as bullet-resistant.
"Things haven't changed much. Japanese girl shipped out recently, we have a new pair, out in Mumbai. They're getting their feet wet with Svetlana. I mean, so long as there's no blowback, which I'm sure Svetlana always makes sure there isn't, then I am fine. That Iceman kid, he won't last long however. I like his potential, but something feels off. He hasn't got that spark that Spectre has. Perhaps the latter outshines the former. But I always expect standards to be met. You know Domineco, Bjorn was efficient, but sidetracked. Now you, you know how to get things done. And even if I don't agree with what it is you do...I very much agree that you are effective at that." He said, aware that at any moment, if Domineco wanted, he could snap him in two, even in this thing. There'd be resistnace, but Dom wasn't weak. The lift stopped, as they were on the residential level, with their rooms.
"I never introduced you to your place. Kept it fairly the same, you can furnish it a bit better. You should be able to fit through the door just in the suit, just check things over man." Imran said, as they stepped off the industrial lift, the weight easing as Dom's weight went.

Iceman got up from his perch. Svetlana was inside and he needed to do his second job. He ran down the stairs and lept over the main gate's piece of wood to stop a car from entering. He ran through the disarrayed loading courtyard of the building. He ran over and set the compact mat down. He moved to a covered position. Just as he got to cover, he was set upon by several heavily armed men. They had assault rifles varying from M4's to AK's. He took out his M16 and began to return fire, laying down cover so he could wait for the two.

Inside the building, up at the floor Svetlana was on. Spectre was fighting his way to the room she was in. Sveltana was being surrounded by several platoons of Atlas Mercs. Spectre ran down the hall towards the room she was in. "Spectre, Combat systems are still booting up. We won't last much longer in this fight." The A.I told him.
"Hang on, were gonna go for a little freefall." He said and busted through the door, slamming it into the back of a Merc. The rest of the mercs dove for cover. Spectre stood and turned his body back as he ran towards Svetlana. He fired a small missile from the wrist of his suit. The missile exploded, destroying the room as Spectre slammed the suit into Svetlana. He pushed her out the window and they began to fall towards the ground.

Iceman saw the explosion, and saw them falling. He activated the crash mat right before they hit it. Spectre stood and pulled a grenade launcher off his back. He fired two of the grenades into the gasoline tanker, causing a massive explosion near the front gate. "We need to go now!" Iceman yelled, standing from his cover and firing his M16.
"Spectre, thirty meters to the left, the wall is weak there and a well place punch should knock a decent sized hole." The A.I said, calmly. Spectre nodded and ran towards the wall. He punched the wall, but it didn't come down. He punched it four more times until it crumbled. He motioned the two to follow him and he climbed through. Iceman followed behind Spectre, and they waited for Svetlana to meet them to go to their exfil.

Antoine stepped onto the plane, bound for their destination, with a certain degree of trepidation. She knew she was emotionally compromised for this mission, hell she could still feel it in her heart. Bjorn's death was terrible, but for now she had to shove it down for the sake of the team. Howie was a great help, being her best friend and helping her stay sane. She tucked into her seat, and whoever had the misfortune to sit next to her, and napped until they arrived, just as always.

---On Mission--

Antoine was the very embodiment of stealth, the answer to the prayers of such organizations as the NSA or CIA, Mossad and MI6. However, right now, those qualities served Scimitar well. Slipping through enemy hallways had been simple, if time-consuming, when she didn't have this cloak. She'd had to dart from shadow to shadow, and simply kill anyone in halls where there was no safe passage. Now, however, that had all changed with the addition of this cloak. She slipped through brightly lit halls easily, her natural slow pace serving to prevent her from being seen even through the device. However, unfortunately for all, Antoine was here to "cope" with the death of her beloved Bjorn in her own way.

Antoine had accepted Bjorn's death at his own hand, and in a way it was better than dying in battle. No mess, little pain if done right, and on his own terms, but she couldn't shake this feeling. She hadn't been enough for him, her clear affections hadn't been enough to make his life worth living. Howard was a wonderful man, and he was helping her move on wonderfully, but she couldn't shake this sadness. Despite her actions, her and Howard weren't an item, they were just comfortable enough to play around. After all, they were a close duo and frequently worked in tandem for Scimitar ops, and had for years. Which was why he surely knew what she would do in here, the havoc she would wreak in Bjorn's name.

She had slipped through towards their exosuit hangars, leaving a trail of silent kills tucked into closets and toilet stalls. Now, as she entered, she found exactly what she was looking for. A large mechanized suit, featuring an M134 Chaingun and an automatic 40mm grenade launcher. Now, under normal circumstances, Antoine would delicately snip a few wires here, maybe add a demo charge, to ensure the destruction of this beast. Now, however, she need an outlet, and mass mayhem would do just fine. She easily ghosted in and powered it up with some effort, after sealing herself in. She must've been briefed on this hundreds of times, but it never made it less distasteful. Exosuits were expressions of brute force, a sign of humanity's inner animal coming out, and didn't match the quiet, civilized nature of Antoine's personal nature and style. However, right now, she needed to let out her inner animal, to bellow her grief and sadness to the world.

-------------4 Minutes, 39 seconds Later------------------

Antoine had piloted the suit into the elevator and up to the top floor of this Chilean facility, and then all hell broke loose. While screaming and crying on the enemy's own COM channel, loud enough to drown out all else, she unleashed hell. The enemy wasn't sure what to think at first, as their own suit began gunning down soldiers and blowing up key targets, while what must've sounded like the pained crys of a banshee filled their channels. The suit walked around, spitting death and destroying the building while stepping on enemy forces. Without their heavies, Antoine was filling the role of tank with this suit, and she was doing a good job. Once the enemy realized what had happened, they were turning their firepower on the stolen suit, but it didn't matter. The suit was built to withstand fire, and Antoine knew it, and so she simply cried and killed, an implacable angel of death.

Before boarding the plane

A auto-sense in Dom's suit snapped the face plate closed as the first shot from Imran's revolver roared out. The round kicked off his left shoulder. The rest of the shots pinged off the armor, in one case ricocheting up and pinging off the underside of his helmet. He didn't stop walking until he was standing right in front of Imran. The shark grin face plate sliding to the side. He glared good naturedly at the man, "Satisfied? And yes it is very good. It's not prototype, just a very well built suit." HE grinned then, "Our mutual friend should know better then to allow himself to live out his fetishes in places that the Mafia has a hand in. He'll work off his debt to us eventually. He knows we'll keep our traps shut about what he does to women, as long as he does his part. My Capo is good like that. And I'm good at keeping my mouth shut about things too. Never knew you could do that kind of thing with a chicken, tape and a razor though..." He grinned as he made his way into the building.

On the plane in

Dom carefully slid HEI-T rounds into the hopper that he'd be wearing on his back. The High Explosive Incendiary Rounds, with a tracer tip were standard ammo for the M242. The Bushmaster spat the things like a pez dispenser. When the hopper is almost full he closes it up, and with an almost stupid amount of ease he lifts it with one hand, hooks it on his back, connects the feeder belt to the side of the M242 and grins, "Ready and willing."

Howard knelt beside the big armored APC-ish vehicle that he had called in a favor to get for them on this operation. IT had a mounted HMG in case they needed it, and was armored up and hardened enough to stand an RPG or three. Howard was making sure it'd handle the landing, and refamilarizing himself with the manual so he could drive it. He himself was nicely kitted out. He didn't have his Lynx on him but the M39, and his carbine and heavy pistol would make good work of clearing out anyone that tried to get at their getaway vehicle.

On the ground

Howard grinned broadly, steering the big truck like APC through the streets, and making a hard beeline for the facility. He grinned, and ran the gate. Sending both of the steel decorative gates flying. He skidded to a halt, making sure the back loading ramp was out of the line of fire. Then popped the back. He then climbed up and into the gunner's nest. Activating the HMG, and providing suppression.

Dom had planted himself at the ramp, intent on being one of the first out. As they came to a stop and the ramp dropped he strode out all nonchalant. He didn't have a weapon in his hands. As he came around the side of the truck fire was directed on him. His face plate snapping shut. He strode out front of the truck and grinned, "Your opening is..." He pulled the M242 off his back, worked the safety, braced himself and unleashed hell. Loud coughs of the big autocannon roared into the courtyard. The HEI rounds blowing holes in the defenses cover. Sending them scattering to find harder cover. Dom grinned, "open...get moving."

Howard and Dom kept the grounds clear with combined fire. Dom causing a great deal of carnage with that big autocannon. Ripping apart cover to keep the defense running. Dom could hear some of it. But what he heard the most of is the song, "Speak Softly, Love" playing on a set of earphones tucked into his ears. The soft music at odds with what is happening right now, but he really thought it fit really well.

As they fell, Svetlana was throwing herself, aware that whatever the fuck they were doing, this better be worth it. She turned, aware that Spectre had rammed into her like a truck- but she'd already been aiming outwards, and wasn't half suprised. The freefall was crazy- she had no parachute on her back, and she was hurling to the earth at 120mph, with a man that also didn't have a parachute clambering onto her. She realesed, looking down.
"At least I was aiming right!" She yelled, screaming with joy as she slammed into the crash mat, at almost the same time as Spectre.

The impact was hard, and it was mainly there for her, over Spectre. He'd been thrown off, as Iceman came down, covering with the grenade launcher, aware that this was too much anarchy.
"We go, quickly." She said, looking to him, as she got off the mat, dusting herself off as she checked the Groza, moving through the streets as the three moved out, to the boat. They'd have to take Iceman- this was nothing short of anarchic. Spectre had been too noisy, too plucky and not to her liking. He was good, but needed to perhaps change his methods. Iceman too- he'd get himself killed at this rate. It was meant to be a fast and quick operation. She had been waiting on Spectre, and now, the body count was high. Lucky this was Mumbai- but she knew that this company was not one that they'd strike again so quickly. Following through, they made it to the docks, where she got into the boat, almost throwing it under, with her weight, as she turned the engine on.
"In, in!" She added, as the noise of distant sirens and cars coming could show that things were going to hell. They needed to get offshore, quickly.

And that they did.
"Blackbird Flight, this is Black Eagle. We have the package for our operator, we've got the boat's Fulton rigged. Suck us in." She added, as the balloon in the middle of the boat inflated, and a huge line went up, the helium balloon lifting it upwards as a set of IR lights on the cable flashed up on the pilot's night vision. He was flying low, but for good reason. The whole line caught, Svetlana looking to the two.
"Hang the fuck on." She added, right in the nick of time as the boat caught air, the whole thing lifted off the waves as she looked back, at the skyline of Mumbai, in the distance. The boat was pulled in, as she kept a firm grip on the boat's straps, not wanting to fall out, as the plane's rear door opened up. The boat was scooped in through the cable, and went inside, the small Zodiac containing all three operators. She had a full debrief to make, especially with a certain operator.

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The C17 left with the team aboard, this one being Imran, Antoine, Dom and Howard. The vehicle of choice was the VAB, a lightweight APC that was more of an APC than truck, though it's wheeled nature put it between an MRAP and a LAV. The .50 cal RCWS station changed that- and was the main reason it wasn't. It was French in design, a former Cold-War relic that still looked modern today. It was fast, it was well armed, and a surplus, painted in black- perhaps suiting it well on streets, where it would move quickly and efficiently. It was a 4x4 vehicle, and accommodated a team like Imran's well. Dom had just enough headroom, and for the four of them, sitting around it, they had been doing a good job.
"Plan is simple, as I will now update. Antoine here will insert before us, ghosting into the compound and doing what she pleases. I assume that the destruction of the mechanized suits and ALL forces there will be on the agenda- and she'll scare them for us before we get there, maybe do some damage of her own. We'll follow in with the VAB, right from Santiago Airport. No stoppages." He simply added, looking over, smiling.
"All good fun." He simply said, as he then walked up to the VAB and opened it up, Imran switching on the radio within the vehicle, his MP3 hooked up, playing some Lower than Atlantis, leaning back as he nodded his head against the cold steel of the C17's cargo bay.

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On the ground, the way that Howard had floored it through was epic, as Imran readied his Mk48, already moving to the back as he opened the door up. He switched his perspective to Antoine, to see her feed. And was almost horrified, though somehow, pleased.
"Antoine...you never cease to amaze. We'll keep an eye on you, try not to set you off with any rounds. Keep that thing alive, we'll examine it when we get back." He added, as they stopped, and the rear ramp opened up, as Imran tapped his shoulder, as his visor locked shut.
"Go get some." He said, smirking, as he brought up his weapon, following the heavy as they left the VAB under fire, as he used him as cover before sliding behind a scrapped out Mercedes, as Domineco opened up. The M242 Autocannon needed stationary fire, or else it would hit a tree somewhere in Kansas, though it tore through enemies and turned them to paste. And the big Italian was going to make a mess of anything he saw, Imran was sure of it. Firing from his cover, as the scrapyard turned to anarchy, he lept up onto and over a bus, the extended reach of the exoskeleton giving him the abillity to at least gain some height, before moving behind a stacked VW Beetle, firing from the cover on two enemies moving down an alley on the side of Domineco. Howard's fifty lit up the area down the main alley of movement within the scrapyard, whilst the large multi-storeyed warehouse, a modular design that looked as if Artemis had just dropped it here as a local HQ of sorts, storing equipment and those Mechanized Suits. It was good that Antoine had dealt with the problem- she had one already, after sneaking into the compound earlier than they did. He knew that Svetlana and Antoine, as well as Howard were powerhouses, the elite trio that he always knew that would be the most exceptional of his operators. He didn't want that bias, but he knew that for any occasion, one of those three would solve your problem. That was based off his opinion of their skill- and it would need some proof to change, on Spectre, Iceman and Dom. The latter was good, but combined with Svetlana, he wanted to see their operational capability. He'd never throw away a good operator. The former two were new, and would soon see if they'd earn that recognition. That he could turn to them and rely on them to deal with problems. Right now, they weren't anything, not till they showed their worth.

From his cover, Imran lept down, moving with Domineco, the heavy taking shots from everywhere as Imran covered his back, when he moved out, around corners and angles that he wouldn't instantly recognize. Switching to the MGL, he shot three rounds into the base of a car stack, then watching as the whole thing tipped. A M1151 with a .50 on it, that fired heavily on Domineco, suddenly was engulfed, as well as two infantry before another, as the whole thing collapsed over.
"Like a domino", he thought to himself, not saying it on comms as he left the shock to everyone else, wasting another gun truck, a technical with a SPG-9 on it with a repeated set of shots that blew it over and onto it's side, before the SPG was loaded. Ducking down, as a volley of fire came from a team moving out with RPK-74 SAWs and AK-12s, he let Domineco handle this, and let Howard push up with the vehicle, as the assault was well underway. They were approaching the warehouse, something that looked like it had been built as a steel structure that was built to piece together quickly, housing equipment and various other kit. They'd need to leave no trace of this- and Imran had a good idea of how they'd handle explosives here. Using their own to get rid of it would be fine.

Domenico paced forward slowly, followed behind by the VAB. It was hard, not impossible, but very hard for a flesh and bone person to fire the M242 while moving. The big autocannon was designed to be fired from a stable position like atop a truck or a LAV or something similar. Even Dom's prodigious strength wasn't enough to keep the massive beast of a weapon stable while moving and firing. He sure as he tried through. Making short work of any cover and out in the open baddies he could see. Inside his helmet a holographic HUD highlighted positions and people in his line of sight. It also flashed small arrows when his armor registered hits from rounds. It also let him know where shots were coming from even if he didn't get hit.

So when his HUD let him know where some rounds from lmgs and high grade rilfes were coming from he turned. The group with the AK12s and RPKS knew they were spotted and turned their attention to him. He got himself into a stable position. And instead of firing the big autocannon first he switched his light cannon on first. It was like he had just grabbed the sun, put it into a directed baffle and turned it's luminescence too over 9000 or something like that. A concentrated beam of light, so powerful that the light cannon actually made a click, then a boom, loud enough to be heard over the action even. The men caught in the high power beam throw up their hands, some of them bloodying themselves with their guns. Others tossing their guns aside to shield themselves from the powerful beam of light. Domenico switched the light cannon off quickly and put 6 rounds from the M242 into the men while they were still recovering.

Howard in the mean time has pulled the VAB up beside the building. And had gotten out. Getting into position atop the vehicle to provide supporting fire with his M39. It wasn't his Lynx. The M39 had a differant feel to it. Shorter, lighter, less of that pleasant kick to it. It had a cough rather then a roar. But he still worked wonders with it. A shooter behind thick cover, almost impervious to Domenico's heavy cannon popped out and kicked shots down at the man. Howard waited patiently, and as he popped up to fire again, Howard put a round right through his left eye, and blowing out that side of his head. Howard smiled, scanning for more targets. Ricocheting another shot into an armored building, and setting off a small explosion, that almost seemed to startle several men out and into Dom's fire. Howard smiled, he already got to thinking he'd be able to work quite well with the big man. Despite his background.

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The elevator door opened, for a time, alot of the people thought it was one of the pilots having scrambled to respond to the team outside. Security personell in the lobby did nothing as Antoine in the suit stepped out into the lobby. They stayed trained on the main glass doors. Where Domenico was just starting to come into view. The VAB just behind him. They felt invulnerable at that time. As almost nothing the team outside should be able to pierce the skin of the suit.

It wasn't until she started to step on those security guards and lay waste to the insides of the building that they realized the problem. She started to cut through them, the chaingun cutting down distanced targets, the 40mil launcher ripping apart the interior of the building. And the exterior started to take some real damage when Domenico planted himself in the middle of the walkway up to the front door and started fire those 25mil rounds into the outside. Each explosive round ripping off metal and marble sheathing. Raining sharpnel down on the guards outside the building.

Dom grinned, "Well and I thought this team would be boring, here we are, a ghost in a monster shell inside, me a shark grinned mafioso, a wizard with a rifle and a man who knows more then I'll ever know. I can't wait to meet the rest of the team."

Antoine grinned and screamed over the radio, "You'll make an interesting addition I must say Mon'Amie."