Victor strode along in front of Natalie grinning broadly, blazing the way with his GMG. He crowed loudly as he fired, three round kicks of the GMG sending rounds out, ripping apart cover and positions. He couldn't fire the tube on his right shoulder without a hand to steady it so he worked at just firing the GMG and using the rocket pod on his left shoulder to send the mini-rockets off, cutting open a path through the yard steadily. As they reached the building he planted himself int he yard, "Get a move on then babe. I'll wait here." He kept firing, sweeping his GMG across the yard, stitching a semi circle of death, keeping the soldiers back.

His FLIR and RADAR beeped as it played out targets. The PMC soldiers were moving forward, creating a path out of the base. Victor made very sure to not hit any of them as he blasted away. Taking moments to use the rocket tube on his right shoulder to take out targets of oppurtunity. He was so bent on destruction that the first burst of light almost passed him by. He then felt the shockwave. He half turned and saw a wall of flame coming his way. He instantly detached the explosive hoppers off his back and flung them well clear, lest they ignite from the heat. he then hunkered down making himself as small as he could. He felt the heat, the push of the explosion. Trusting in his armor. He had no time to warn anyone else. The explosion slammed into him, and despite bracing he was pushed over. His HUD went white static, and his vision went black.

The courtyard of the compound smoldered. Trucks, equipment all manner of things had burned or tipped. He was getting no IFF signals as he pushed a metal beam off him. He looked about, his HUD coming back online, painting the area, showing where things had exploded, his GMG was a wreck some distance away, having taken something big that had broken it into 3 pieces. Some of his ammo had cocked off, there were small craters everywhere. He was left with his burned armor, his tomahawks and his shotguns which had weathered the situation quite well. He turned slowly, then his RADAR beeped. He twisted around and made a beeline for the signal of his fiance.

He started to pick his way into the wreckage. He blinked on the two small helmet lights either side of his visor. Finally he could see her. He barked, "Natalie! Stay with me, eyes open. Look at me. Don't you dare fucking leave me! We made a promise...we'd go together. Natalie!" He shouldered aside some rubble then got to her side, pushing his visor up. He grabbed her by the shoulder, "Natalie, stay with me here." He cued into the PMC channel, "HQ, target down...Natalie is down. There was a deadman switch...get an EVAC here. From anywhere, contact the Russians. I don't care. Natalie is down...we need EVAC ASAP!" He looked down at Natalie then growled, picking her up, "Come on hun, stay with me. We're getting out of here." He turned and began to pick his way out of the wreckage.