Natalie chuckled, seeing the big and mighty Victor Kaantario, fully armored up, as her Knight in shining armor. It wasn't lusterous, but it might as well have been in this rainy Siberian evening. There was something about the armor, that they both shared. They were big people, but Natalie always reminded herself, that she was like him in hers. Invincible. Almost. But more or less, a force of nature, with enough ammunition and armor to walk through the deepest thrones of hell and back without too much problems. From the bottom of the armored boots of the suit to his helm, there was enough armor to effectively prevent even a .50 entering, and even IFVs would be a little worried about a head on assault against an operator like Victor.
"My beautiful Mohican badass. Sure, I could use your rear as cover." She said, chuckling, her voice a little drowned out by fire, but audible still. She was a little shorter, so didn't protrude from Victor's rear as badly, using the big armored fella in front as cover, as he drew fire, Natalie firing on men around and to his right, as they pushed forward, Natalie feeling the force of the GMG's kickback even from behind. The burly Russian Goddess followed the Mohican titan of a giant, aware that such a combination was just...well, even to Natalie's disproportionate view of life, the one that involved downing aircraft by flying jet-powered wingsuits, the one that involved wearing almost near enough 250kg plus of armor and a weapon with attached ammunition that weighed not significantly less. The one that involved fucking a giant atop a hot air balloon in an Alps with the cold wind blowing between her bosoms, and the one that involved being rich. She was 26, for crying out loud. ANd to her, this was just epic. This moment here, of being behind her armored partner, and firing her PKP at rogue mercenaries. This was life.

Moving around, she took out a pair that moved out of a shed, mowing them down quick and clean, as she let Victor mow down enemies. As he took increasing volumes of fire, Natalie moved away to stop getting shot at, sliding by an ammunition cache, and lobbing a few frags forwards.
"He's in that structure right there! No doubt he's got a lot of heat. I've got this guy- just hang on a second. You have FLIR, correct?" She said, half knowing that he did, as she took the remaining Smoke Grenades she had. Lobbing them over, she felt her bra almost completely tear apart. And in that moment, Natalie did argueably go full Amazon from there on out. Even the one piece wasn't keeping her two bosoms in, but that wasn't something she cared about. 
"Cover me!"

Natalie slid across the boxes, running, out into the smoke, as fire poured around her. Not at her, but at the big giant. She charged, the PKP on her back, and the two Skorpions in her hands, fully loaded, as she charged through the smoke. She knew where she was going. The Spetsnaz-dressed female, her juggs in the open was accelerating towards the portacabin, and when she was in front, it was like a force of nature had decided to knock. The door had been reinforced with two padlocks, but with Natalie's weight, it was like it was made of paper. She dove in, and was already firing, the two guards at the window downed, as Natalie ran forwards, seeing the sight of Maxim, and another accomplice. Natalie shot the other one in the head with the last of the left hand Skorpion, as she spent the rest of the right on Maxim's leg. The man was a terrorist, and had facilitated Wolf's Claw. It had let them carry on their activities, and right now, Natalie had nothing more to lose than kicking the shit from him, as close as she could. Crumpling down, the man yelled, as Natalie moved forward, tits hanging, and drew him over. He had a scary smile on his face before she fully came onto him, and Natalie suddenly screamed. Diving down, she snapped his neck with the crumpling of her body, but it wasn't enough. The sound of fire and heat was immense, as the explosion rocked the whole compound, the click from his right hand enough to do the job. Natalie's vision went to black.

Opening her eyes with a slow movement, she felt the portacabin was on fire, rolling off as she looked at her burnt clothes, the sound of screaming men all over. She couldn't move, she felt in agony, wounded severely. A huge wound sat over her chest, and she coughed a little, seeing a small piece of shrapnel inside, missing her internal organs by a mere couple of centimeters. It had gone in crooked, and was agonizing, horrifyingly bad. She would survive this, Natalie said to herself. The sight of smoke and burning could be seen, and dead men. Her radio was out, and she felt immobile. There must have been a sabotaged setup to prevent intel falling into the wrong hands here, and the compound had been rigged, if it came to that. Natalie was lucky to be in this portacabin, though it was practically destroyed, with Natalie feeling the burning ash and sight of smoke and general hell around her. She didn't know about Victor, but all she knew was, that if she had survived, he probably had too. She coughed up blood, Natalie just holding onto light, as she slowly dragged herself across the floor, screaming in pain, as she hoped that Victor would see her. She hoped she could survive this, but Natalie knew that the other Spetsnaz team was probably dead, and the PMC men too. Nothing could have survived that. The compound must have had enough explosives to level a skyscraper or two, because everything looked destroyed. She turned her head slowly, her burnt eyebrows and partially burnt blonde hair following suit as she saw the large figure come closer, as she fought to stay conscious. This was worse than Brussels, that was bullets, they could come out, this felt far, far worse. She started blacking out again, and felt light headed, unable to get air into her monumental lungs, just feeling him come closer and closer, and just hoping to stay conscious enough to have him by her side. She felt horrid, and her strength was showing, in the way she was trying to stay like this.