"Sure." Neil simply said to Wendy, sighing, not disappointed, but just knowing he was tired, clutching his stomach with his left hand as he put his right hand down, aware that Wendy was right. It was a little bit close, but no less, he just felt tired, and a little confused. He'd never actually met him- not yet, at least. Maybe after this, Neil would; but that wasn't his focus right now. There were bigger things to worry about. -- It had been a few hours, and a hectic few, at that. Neil had put in his requests, and left it short, and sharp. He was tired, and had mainly slept on the flight to Bremen, knowing he wanted to make a call too. He'd found his equipment within the barn, and kitted up first. An Ops-Core helmet, colored in a grey paint, with a plate carrier and vest, Western in origin, sat in a neat pile. An AS VAL sat on top of the pile- he had thought to use a foreign weapon, rather than something from NATO's arsenal, and while it was a little strange, over a few minutes, he'd accustomed himself with the workings. A 30-round 9x39mm magazine, with a see-through polymer fitted neatly into the weapon, a western Aimpoint CompM4 sight sitting on the top of the weapon on a side-rail, as well as a vertical foregrip that sat on a specialized mounting on the barrel. It was a nice weapon indeed, and it had been joined by a simple Glock 17 pistol, that he put away in his holster, the Australian stripped of any insignia or identification. He loaded up, and kept a blue shirt and brown outdoors trousers on underneath, as well as a black baseball cap on, something that he felt appropriate. This was going to be a hellish run, and right now, he was doing whatever Zhenya said. He had made a quick call home, simply to his mother, but had left it just at that- it was nothing more he wanted to say. He didn't have a lot of family that he kept well in contact with- he wanted to call a few mates back in the SASR, but there was no way he'd get through. Right now, he knew that it was fine; this was really it, and he just wanted his mind to that. He reported into Zhenya when he was ready, followed by Katya. He kept his mouth shut for now- he wasn't too in the mood for speaking, or thinking his thoughts out loud. Just what was going to happen next came to mind. ---- Jan looked to the group that had arrived, just smiling. It felt good to have backup, but Jan felt as if they were here because of reasons. They had all regrouped, and known each other from before. But he couldn't feel as if Medved was here to keep a leash on Zhenya. Whatever happened, he could guess that something had changed. He took the folder, not saying a word, not yet. He had one thing to say. "What the fuck happened to my snipers?" Jan asked bitterly, looking at Neil and Wendy, with Neil walking forward before Zhenya or Medved could even respond, walking from around Zhenya, his presence a little surprising to Jan. "Nine days in a Russian prison, but enough of that, Captain. We're cool. It's been dealt with, we can talk about it later." He said, as Jan shrugged, looking back at the vehicle. "Whatever you say, you were captive, not me. Anyway, good to see you, Zhenya, Medved." Jan added, as he looked back at the vehicle, the rain coming down, as the beanie-wearing Pole looked as his assembled group, aware that they had to go. "We all know the score. I suggest we go, quickly. If you've got a headset, the channel's 51.5, encrypted. The Russian radios should work with it, if you Vympel people can tether it to Western frequencies. They're hitting the Strøget, a massive pedestrianized street. We think they're inside in 4 Vysbund, to the west of the area. We think they're holed up in this abandoned office, as a staging area. We think they're going to hit it right at the peak of shopping hours- namely, around 1800 hours. We have sixteen hours to reach Copenhagen and set ourselves up." Jan said, looking to the group, from Zhenya and Medved, to the snipers, and to Scott. ( [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxabLA7UQ9k]For Maximum Effect[/url] ) "I promise you, it won't be easy. They have at least 100 men in Copenhagen right now. They have two confirmed chemical devices, similar in scale to that of Grozny. We think it's a buffer attack, it could be used to implement the chaos of a small nuclear strike within the capital. Estimates put it at one, to two million dead. Anything within a 8km radius of the city center will be leveled, anything for the next 20km, will be permanently irradiated. We have Danish Special Forces units that are on alert, as they are every year, and nine men, just us. I don't like those odds. A fool would bet on us." Jan simply said, exhaling, the rain pouring down. "But I won't lie, you're some of the finest men that I have served with. You have integrity, hearts. Something that many individuals do not in our community. Saving millions of lives. What we do next, will not be written in a textbook, or remembered in TV. You will be remembered as criminals who shot Danish police or Special Forces, and not as the saviors. You may have children, or wives, or girlfriends. I can't promise you will return home safe. But I can assure you, that these bastards will be stopped. No, matter, what. This is everything you train for. A threat such as this to the world's integrity. It is your last chance. Turn away, back into the cars, or follow me. I promise you, these bastards will pay for Grozny, for what they did to us in Afghanistan, Lima. Forget politics, whether Russia or NATO are the superior force in the world They will be made to have their plan fail, and no doubt, the world will realize full well what they were going to do, not what they did. So I say this, gents." Jan said, looking at each man in the eye, despite the rain Jan was using that emptiness giving his speech a little volume. "Follow me, and I can promise, you'll stop the suffering. You'll stop innocents dying. And you'll have your redemption. And I promise you, we will not hold back. We will not stop, till they are fucking dead. We will finish this, right here, right now. Is everyone with me?!" Jan said, looking back at the vehicle, before looking at the rest, climactic at the end, he knew. But he had made his point, and it was a rallying call. "Good. The kit we can use then. We've got defusal equipment, and no doubt, they'll try to hit the city with synchronized strikes. Cripple movement, before detonating the nuke. Then they'll have maximum effect. One of the chemical weapons is said to be in the Metro, but again, there's FKP and Jaegre forces there, so I wouldn't worry deeply about it. The other, could be up on the street, or at the Lufthavn. In the case of the latter, leave it to the Police. In the case of the former, we defuse it, immediately. The chemical weapons have a concentrated range of 2km, and they wear off quickly- they appear to be weaponized GD, Soman. Whilst they're a threat, I assume that this is what the Danish authorities expect. Not this." Jan said, looking to his force, nodding as he thought things over. "Plan of action is simple. We'll need to move quickly, to breach and clear the office building, and to find those weapons. We'll go straight in- risky, yes, but we can surprise them, if we do it correctly. Clear each floor, and take no prisoners. If it's in motion, we hit the main street, the Strøget, and Medved secures the top floors. We find the militants, kill them, and defuse whatever they have. No doubt, it's going to be loud. They might try and run if they know they're compromised. Such a bomb, while you'd think is easy to detonate, would require a target to be stationary for at least 30 seconds. We have that on our side. Jammers will also come in handy, if they try a remote detonation. The Land Rover has one inside- Zhenya, we have a spare one if you need, tuned into burst frequencies. Things such as detonations, for example. Should work for anything within 500m." He said, looking to Medved, then the other three. "We might need to chase targets. But don't get cocky. They'll likely defend the main carrier, as the nuclear device is roughly of suitcase proportions. Nobody fucking shoots him. If you shoot the container by accident, it will piss radioactive material. Even if you think you have a clear shot, we take the man down, rather than shooting him. A missed shot, everything is kaput. The carrier of the fission device is likely to be improvised, constructed of thin lead. So you shoot through that, we all fucking die. Everyone clear?" Jan added, as he looked around. "Good. As I say, I want non-lethal takedowns on any carrier, but I know you Spetsnaz people like your knives. I won't kid you. NATO wants me for questioning, and I've shot three innocent men. I will not be walking away with the rest of you at the end of this. I guess that part of the plan is to be figured out later on, Zhenya. Extraction is simple- you head back to the car, ditch your kit, and disperse. I'll handle the other problems." Jan said, as he wanted to move on, fast. What he had said, was a little interesting to some he could tell, but he knew precisely what he meant when he said it. "We have to go, now. We have no time to waste. Zhenya, you can roll with us, or with Medved. Either way, we're going to haul ass." The Pole said, as he adjsuted his hat, looking to the Russian, as he moved back to his car, looking to Scott. "Scott, you can drive. I thought you'd like this car." Jan said, chuckling, patting the Defender on the side, as he moved to the left, clambering into the passenger seat, his 416 slung on his chest rig, as he moved along, sitting back. He turned the radio on, and heard a vague story on German news radio, before shifting it to something a bit better. Yes, this was it. German Radio at night wasn't great, but sometimes, it was fucking [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OI2COawqMJQ]perfect[/url]. As they pulled out, headed north, towards Hamburg, it was a good feeling, to be rocking out to this. They were on the road north, and he was aware that Medved would deal with their end of the threat when they arrived, as they rolled out in convoy.