Natalie moved swiftly, setting the charge on the road, as she moved back up into the forest, to set the charge on the piled bodies. Two very neatly placed traps, that would buy her a significant amount of time, if about a minute was significant enough for her to do her work. Moving back to her previous position, she established a reconnaissance once again. Just watching over the area, picking out what she needed to find again. The situation looked mostly the same. She didn't even see the Drop Pod and the parachutes a few klicks out, that were coming into ram-raid the place. They had authorization, but this was something the big Russian female didn't know.

She moved down the hill, keeping out of sight of any searchlights, the pouring rain thundering now as she dived down behind a set of shrubs, crawling from here on out. She entered the pipe, just holding her stomach together, barely being able to even stand at her full height, so she crawled through what must have been a reverse Shawshank Redemption, moving slow. No wires, no cables, no charges. She wouldn't be suprised if she didn't find a Claymore or Proximity Charge in here- the stench wanted to make her almost be sick. Moving through the pipe, she found a small ladder, barely fitting through, her large features on her front and rear occasionally requiring a Natalie-strength pull to get through, trying as she did to hold her flatulence together. Now was not the time to vent off, especially knowing that it was a bombastic occasion when Natalie did.

Clambering the ladder, she wiped her face of shit, moving through a hatch, as she looked around. Clambering up, she moved fast down onto her two tits, diving to the dirt behind a concrete barrier, waiting for a patrol to pass, before clambering a little forwards. She was close to the vehicle store, and only a handful of welders were about, the rain still pattering down, as Natalie clambered up. Moving forwards, and adjusting her beret a little, she moved into a side entrance of the vehicle store, a small warehouse, moving from cover to cover, before moving up behind one of the welders. Taking him with a strong chokehold that took him off his feet, she threw him behind a BMD, before then propelling herself, like a projectile, rear first. The man struggled, but he slowly became limp, completely dead, before she moved up, taking her PKP to hand. It was exessive, but the weapon was comfortbale in her hands. Shooting the other welder with a simple shot, and a man on a balcony above, she smirked, aware this area was clear.

Rigging up charges over the BMD's, the noise of a base alarm could be heard, as men were running outside, yelling intruder. Then, the noise of what Natalie knew could only be one set of munitions came in. It was Victor.
"Bastard! Can't he just let me have this one?" She exlclaimed quietly to herself, as the radio kicked in.
"Major, this is Central, we've got a Private Military force inserting, they came out of nowhere! We're scrambling the SU-34s to escort them out of our Airspace..."
"You will do no such thing, Colonel, that is the sound of a privatized military making a bigger distraction than my two tits and explosive charges ever will. Get the Mi-24s prepared, the air defenses are going to be down in a few moments. The SU-34s can blow those Tunguskas." She added, as she exhaled hard, moving from BMD to BMD, as men ran out. Then, a patrol saw the big 7"2 Russian, slightly covered in shit, but like a walking death sentence to anyone approaching her.

She was faster, and mowed them down fast, the silenced PKP collecting a bodycount, as she ran through, moving through the muddy barracks, aware that they were focussing on the fact that a heavily armored Titan was basically walking into this base, and not going to give a fuck about what else. The noise of a BMD moving from the courtyard could be heard, and Natalie was already fast enough to put herself in the right place at the right time, plucking the RPG-72 off her back, flipping the sight, as she saw it head to the front, to flank Victor.
"Boom." Natalie simply said, clicking the trigger, as the projectile slammed into the rear of the IFV, the rear armor of the Airdropped tank being blasted apart, as she chuckled quietly. Natalie was good at chaos, because she knew nobody had watched the position she had fired from- the small alley being empty, as the majority of men were moving to the wall, to fight the big giant that had decided to start laying waste to the compound's walls.

Natalie heard the whoosh of the Anti-Radar missiles, as men ran to the rooftop, to the IGLA and ZSU platforms, Natalie aware that she had to respond a little faster than they already were. One round left for the RPG-72. This was going to be creative. The Anti-Rader missiles almost blew apart the area that the Tunguska was in and the Mobile AA itself, but the concrete structure still stood, the two-storey block having a wall or two blown apart, but being structurally intact. Natalie changed that. Another rocket into the left hand side, and the structure almost completely collapsed, as the people on the roof realized suddenly what was going on. Natalie moved to cover, and had the PKP ready, as the whole shitshow collapsed down, Natalie shooting those who jumped, before then ducking down harder behind the concrete pillar, feeling bullets spray past. She caught one with her leg and another right into her left buttcheek, squaling like a pig. Victor could extract that one, she thought to herself, as she lobbed a grenade, before falling back. Moving quickly, she heard the sound of more fire from the other side of the compound roar, as well as the sound of AGMs rain down into the compound's helicopters, Natalie moving down into cover behind a Bulldozer of sorts. Hitting the clacker, the vehicle depot was up in flames, as she reloaded the bulky PKP, doing it with a pace and precision that most didn't have with a LMG like this. She raced through it, though was just as precise as any other person would want a gun like this to be reloaded.
"Central, AA is down, send the helicopters in. Maxim is within 500m of my reach, I can subdue him if required." She added, as the radio buzzed.
"Copy, Black Eagle. Do not kill, I repeat, do not kill him." Ilya simply said, as she chuckled.
"I'll give him an experience." Natlaie said to herself, as she changed comms channels, to Victor's usual.
"Good work, Brute. I'm securing the HVT. We've got friendly Hinds coming in, try not to kill them. If you want, I could always use a shield." Natalie said, as she took out a few more contacts on the far side, moving to the concrete structure, aware that this was turning to anarchy. They dropped with a fluid motion, as Natalie laid down a volley of fire, the dark-blue/grey camoflaged Russian giantess aware of the fact that there was a lot more to take out. The jets blitzed above, as the dark and bleary rainy Taiga was now getting an additional bloodstain to it's image. The base was completely embroiled in conflict, as Natalie moved from cover behind the bulldozer, keeping her big frame down as best as she could as she used the side of a portcabin for cover, slinging the PKP over her back as she took out her two Skorpions. Chuckling, she moved round, spraying down the group of enemies ruthlessly, sliding over a UAZ's bonnet, as she moved back down into cover behind a container, one that she was almost as tall as, scarily enough. Reloading the two weapons, she kept her head back as a gun opened up, using the moment to inspect her chest.
"Fucking bra..." She said to herself, just feeling it protruding more, just knowing her suppressing bra had decided to give up the ghost. She moved around the other side, and kicked down a flanking enemy, putting one gun to his chest and opening up, as she took out another moving down a stairway of a portacabin, before moving back to her previous cover, switching back to the PKP. Maxim didn't have much choice, but he was going to fight hard, that was for sure. 

(DONE)