[quote=@Silverwind Blade]
"Hello mate," he said loudly enough to carry through the glass, but not too much so. "Sorry it took me a while. Merry Christmas and all that bollocks. Did Santa bring me anything good?"
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Jan smirked, opening the passenger door for him, as he took the 416 in the footwell, raising it up, smirking. The slightly grey-colored weapon was the second thing you associated with Jan, if it wasn't the Kotwica on his shoulder. It was in a Puma camoflage- a camo that Jan liked, and he had sprayed it nicely before, the weapon being Jan's limb, almost.
"He brought me this. And I think he got you something in the back. Really fucking loves us. That's an FN P90TR, CompM4 optic, M952 Flashlight and silencer attached. 50 rounds of 5.7mm glory. Shit, it might not have much flesh power, but it cuts body armor like a saw, and there is an awful lot of it with high ballistic capability to more than make up for it." Jan said, smirking, almost wanting to hug Scott, in a strange manner. It was a weird feeling, but he felt connected to the man, like they were brothers in arms almost. The same could be said of Zhenya, Neil and Wendy too, but he knew the latter two were most likely dead, and the former, while he was a good man, Jan still felt uneasy about.
"So, how have you been these last few days?" Jan asked, as he checked his rifle, letting Scott grab his kit, aware that he'd have something similar. An urban camouflage, a chest rig and plate carrier assembly, as well as a few other things- none of it with any distinctive insignia, or flashy symbols, not on sight at least. Jan had been thinking about what he'd do next after this, knowing full well of his fate. He was going to have to vanish somehow. He had a vague idea, and was able to assemble something in his head in the two hours waiting that had gone on, about what next. It wasn't great, but it would have to do. He didn't know what would happen after he got away, but he knew that decision would come to him at some point. For once, he wasn't thinking of the endgame for what next. 
"Considering I just carjacked and killed three people, I feel pretty tired. Poor bastards, and I shot them in cold blood. They were innocent. But it was the only way, they've fucking trumped me up on charges that I don't even get. Sanderson's taking this disciplinary a step further. Says I've endangered political ties, and that I'm a walking risk. The things we do for the people we don't even know." Jan said, just shaking his head with a little bitterness, just a little angered at what had happen.
"I've got nothing left to lose, Scott. You know about me. I lived in a flat in Gdansk, my dad was a Lieutenant in the Spadachroniarze. The Polish Paratroopers. Left when the whole thing collapsed, he said he loved what he did. They were going to fight the West Germans, he was based in somewhere north of Berlin. At a moment's notice, in the Mi-8, and the first wave of people across. That was almost certain death. Flying a helicopter across the border, just imagine the air defenses that the Americans had at that time. Even if you were on the ground, you were firing that AKM knowing that at any moment, a nuclear warhead could blast every memory you had away. It took guts, and while he always said he hated the regime, he loved the people. The soldiers, the fact that they were able to simply be. That man I always looked up to, because the one thing he said to me was, it was a life that he'd still live if he was fit. He didn't even get to see me get inducted into the 2nd Airborne Regiment, he was too drunk at the time. And still is, probably. Fucking hell." Jan said, as he looked out the window, then back at the Englishman.
"Parents, eh. What can you do about them." He added, chuckling, as he inspected the Mini Monster on the end of his 416, screwing it off, and inspecting the thread, before re-attaching it to the mid-length barrel.

"It was that brotherhood that I lived for too in GROM. A strange mixture of Western and Eastern equipment. Rappelling out of a Hind, with a F2000 in your hands never makes sense, not even to someone like myself. And I was good at doing what was asked of me, dealing with problems. I look up to your guys, Scott. The SAS are the best in the world. But we try, you know." Jan added, checking one of the PMAGs, the polymer magazine filled with 5.56 rounds, in a neat pattern.
"I remember Victoria mentioning the FKP too, the Frømandskorpset. Crazy bastards, they're the Danish Special Forces Frogmen. If we run into them, it's going to hurt like hell to fire on them, but it's unlikely. We're going to have to stop this, by any means. Local authorities are on alert, but they won't stop it, so we just make sure that we eliminate the threat and leave. And that's what matters really. Explains why we're here. I guess most just sit back when shit like this happens. Fuck that. I've had enough with these bastards. Might as well finish it here. You'll get to go home, Scott. I promise, you'll get to go home. Whatever happens, even fucking Zhenya." He said, pausing, thinking to himself, that there could be more innocents that could die. The Police, or any special forces units that were out, might be in the way, and Jan knew that he had to flush it out of his mind. He could usually do it, but it was going to be haunting. Not something likely, but something to be ready for.
"Way I see it, Zhenya might have been hiding the truth, but he wasn't lying. I'll give him that." Jan said, thinking to himself, exhaling, the rain and sleet pelting down.

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Neil sat up, just listening.
"Fuck." He simply retorted, looking to Wendy, just nodding back to Medved Four. Neil threw off his shirt and trousers, putting the uniform on, the MVD uniform a bit strange, the fact that he was now a Russian soldier, technically. His Russian was passable, he hoped he wouldn't have to speak it, or bad things could happen. He had to try. 
"It just gets better and better. Fucking hell, mate." The Aussie said again, just not knowing what to think. They were aboard the plane faster than he could tell, and it was a strange way to travel, no doubt. They had driven fast onto it, and it felt as if this has happened a little too fast, for his recollection. All he could really say right now, was that they were headed to Kalingrad, and at a pace that he knew was more than just fast. They had pulled all the stops to make this work, and currently, things were in freefall. He smiled simply to Wendy, before Medved One gave the word to jump out. This was something that Neil went along with well, and he was out of the vehicle quickly, clambering out of the armored MRAP, stepping out to realize that this genuinely was the cargo bay of a Russian transport plane, as insane as that felt in his head. Medved One turned to him, as Neil looked over, knowing well he had a few questions on his mind.
"So you found something big then, whatever happened. Last transmission I caught, we were bringing in strafing runs and there were VDV on the horizon. I guess it's on now. Just make sure we have something to shoot, and we'll help. I'm in." Neil said, looking to him, nodding, as he looked at the Vympel operator, dressed like him, albeit actually armed. That fact was the big diffrence between the two of him, and right now, Neil could guess that back at home, there was a souring in diplomatic relations between Russia and Australia. Not that it was of major significance- but no less, he was still MIA, and after this, could continue to be. That was something Neil saw might actually work in his advantage- getting a new identity, or moving on after Copenhagen, could be easy. It sounded like a nightmare to plan, but he put trust into Jan. The Captain had something in him, and went on his gut instincts, finding they worked out frequently. He was rather that than rotting in a Russian prison, for the rest of his life. Once he got his response, he found a seat by the side of the vehicle, usually destined for the rear of a paratrooper, but now, it was his seat. He leaned back and exhaled, clutching his stomach, the agony bad, but realistic. It would wear away, he thought to himself. He'd gone through worse. Looking to Wendy, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, leaning back, his head in another place now. No going back home, not now. They were back into the fray, and felt like he wanted to just finish this, like Jan had said.