Victor walked into the Arsenal building. The lights were set on low. Just a few supplying light. Several of them casting beams on his armor. He smiled brightly. He had some things he needed to do with it. He stepped up onto the platform and began to suit up. Leg, torso, chest, armor, shoulder and helmet. All things had their place. And each fastened carefully. Layer of kevlar, steel and other protective materials. Soon he is locked within. He raised his arms, rolling his shoulders, loosening up the armor. It's good to be back inside it. Newly refurbished since the mission that had ripped it apart. Stepping down off the platform he walked over to a section just beside it. A series of pistons and various linkages hung from a trio of hooks off the cieling. He pulled it down, then stepped into it. The strength enhancing robotic exo-skeletal array whirred up and connected to the HUD in his helmet. Specs flickering up on the updated interface. Victor began to grin broadly. He headed over to weapons and began to slot the things he'll need. Clips for his shotguns. His tomahawks into their arm holsters, his shotguns themselves, grenades, C4 and Semtex. Onto his left shoulder went a rocket pod. And he was about to reach for another when he stopped. He hrmed then turned to his prototype table. He looked it over carefully, He had an honest to god Gatling rocket launcher on the table, a Metal Storm weapon that he is outfitting to fire grenades. But they weren't ready yet. No he reached for a long tube with a feeder cable. He attached it to his shoulder, then attached a carrier hopper on his back, and loaded it with munitions. The exo skeleton on his legs whined as they got to work.

Soon he's in a C130, with PMC soldiers piling in behind him. As he walks in, the plane visibly dips a little under his weight. He calls forward. "Once were loaded get us off the ground ASAP. I have a fiance I need to catch up too." The soldiers quickly boarded. Finding seats in the massive plane. Victor grabbed a handhold as the ramp closed. The plane began to roll. Victor stoic within his armor. All he could thing of us, "I'll be there soon my Russian beauty.

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And soon they were. As they were passing into position Victor slipped into his drop pod. The launcher settled onto the floor of the plane. The back door opened and the soldiers were putting on parachutes. Victor locked himself in, and hit the release button. The pod jetted out of the bay. And the soldiers followed behind him. He fell. And grinned the whole way down. He landed some distance outside the compound. Crashing down in an old disused business center. No one would notice. And the recovery team for his pod would be able to get in and out easy. He crawled out of his pod. The troops would be coming down by chute now. It wouldn't be long.

In the meantime Victor picked his way out, and out into the open, looking about curiously, planning and visualizing his route up to the complex. He began to move. pulling his GMG off his back. From above his radar began to ping the soldiers dropping in by parachute. Victor grinned broadly, giving a wink, his HUD hard loading both launchers on his shoulders. Natalie might be here to do quiet work. But if he made enough noise, they'd concentrate on him over her. Challenge accepted then. He blink locked eight targets. Eight points along the walls of the compound. As the first of the soldiers touched down in the town behind him, he twitched his left cheek. The rocket pod on his left shoulder hissed, eight mini-rockets punched up out of the pod, caught their engines, then raced out. They were in the air for only a short time, grey smoke stitching out their paths. Then at nearly the same instant eight explosions rock the compound. Victor took the first step out as the soldiers all started to move into position. They weren't there to take the facility down. That was Natalie's job. Victor had made that very clear, they were there to take the weight off her. They'd move up to the compound slowly, making themselves targets, doing everything they could to make as much noise as they could to take the weight on them.

Victor smiled, whispering to himself, "Game on. Do your thing babe."