Carl looked down the slope then growled, grabbing his LMG, slapping his second to last magazine into place. He gave the loading handle a pull then braced himself. He spit out bursts of rounds, suppressing the Taliban fighters heading up the slope. He couldn't move, his ankle just hurt to much while the painkiller is kicking in. He sprayed the hill as best he can just trying to pin the Taliban down. He ducked when he heard the first boom.

Nolan rested the butt of his rifle against his shoulder, "I see'em..." He trailed off as he adjusted his scope doping. He he took a few deep breathes, then held the last breath, he slid the bolt forward, chambering a round. Then carefully squeezed the trigger. The rifle roared, a big heavy round whispered down the hill. It punched right through the knee of a man peeking around a boulder. Obviously apparent that Nolan isn't looking for pure killshots. He just wants to keep them off the quad down below. He switched targets, working the bolt as he used shoulder and hand on the trigger to swing the rifle over to get a new target. The bolt slide home just as he drew another bead, and squeezed again. That round took a man's arm off at the shoulder, sending him spinning away in one direction and his arm flying down the mountain side. Nolan switched targets, he checked down the slope and spotted some flankers, "Andrew, targets 310, I can't get to them, pin'em down would you?" He fired again, this one likely his only true kill shot of the day by sniper standards. The round went right through the Fatal Tee. He didn't bother lingering. Snipers being a force multiplier he wanted to multiply their force as damned much as he could.

Carl groaned, looking up as the chopper arrived. He rattled off a few shots, and tried to get to his feet. He instead yelled in pain. And barked a few more rounds back down the slope. No way in hell is he walking on that ankle alone. He grabbed Ross' shoulder as the Brit came back for him, using his commanding officers shoulder to help him to his feet. He limped to the helo, then with Ross's help threw himself aboard, crawling the rest of the way, stopping by the field-kit on the wall, and began to pull his boot and part of his leg armor off, grabbing for the splint and the dressings.

He grinned as he heard the sound of the round bouncing off the door gunners helmet, "You're lucky! Any other time that would have been fatal." He grit his teeth, and started to bind up his ankle, he looked at his ankle, without the support of his boot, it had swelled up to something the size of a grapefruit. He chuckled, "Medics are gonna kill me. Can we go home now? Atleast for a little while?"

Down below Nolan stopped firing, letting his heavy rifle go silent. He carefully adjusted the front of the hide the pair of snipers are in, "And now...we wait...we're up high enough that they may think we jumped aboard the chopper." He reached over and put some snow into his mouth, to keep down the amount of breath steam that could give away his position, "Game on bitches."

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[i]Elsewhere, At the Wakhan theatre[/i]

A silver and red haired man, cigar in hand, leaned over a tactics table. A large map detailing the situation in Wakhan province. He takes a look at the map then nods, "So give me the layout then Colonel." A younger man nods, "General sir, we have the Brussels group penned in finally, nice and tight here. Fort Breshna, or Fort Lightning, old school fort, enough room for about eight hundred people or there abouts. Don't think the group has even that much left. Between the Russians, The Chinese at the border, the French, German, and US troops, as well as counting Vympel, Spetznaz, Devgru, Marine and JTF2 units that are in the area, I believe we've wiped out eighty percent of the group. Sadly the last twenty percent, is their cream of the crop. These guys were the ones they held in check, and the guys who were at Brussels were the newbies."

The General nodded taking a look at the map, "Alright. So these guys are going to be armed, armored and ready to roll. Is our prime target here?" The Colonel nodded, "Yes indeed sir, there was a joint strike on his strong hold by a Spetznaz and JTF2 team, well he had to flee, and a lot places he wanted to go too, didn't let him in. So he managed to sneak in here. Our Facilitator is in Wakhan at Lightning." The General chuckled, "All this time he tried to pull fast ones, getting out and now here he is stuck in the last place he wanted to be."

The Colonel nods smiling brightly. The General hrms, "Now what about assets? What have we got on site?" The Colonel chuckled, "Five thousand soldiers, from pretty much everyone in the Coalition. We have a team of CSOR and JTF2, A Spetznaz and Vympel team, Special Ops Group out of France. Just to name a few anyway. We have reason to believe that the PLA has put units of their Spec Ops Battalion and their SOF on alert on their side of the border. No one is getting out of Wakhan unless we let them out. The US, French and German armies have the province bottled up tighter then a virgins asshole on prom-night. We have control, and with armored units patrolling the area, we can have QRFs on site at almost any flashpoint in the province." The general clapped in appreciation, "Then this is going the way we hoped."

The General finally moved over and tapped a list of names, and units, "So we have Special Operations forces from alot of nations, but what about the heavy hitters? I see none of them have been checked off." The Colonel shakes his head, "No sir. Almost all of them are out on assignment. Knight has been in Pakistan for a few days now, but I'm told they managed to exfil just last night. Lt. Carl Cardinal twisted his ankle and is in the infirmary, but he'll recover. We can contact them ASAP. Last we heard, the Perth group is available, but one Natalie got shrapnel wounds, and is recovering. Lastly Cordite assisted in Knights exfiltration. And should be on their way back. We can send a whirly bird to pick them up if needed sir." The general nods, "Get that done, and let both Knight and Cordite know what's coming. I'll deal with Perth. They are gonna want money, but we ave the backing of a good dozen nations in on this, I think we have it. And I bet they have a personal stake in this."

The general picked up a phone and called a number to the central office of the Perth Private Military Contractors. Stating his name, General Felix Zaza Lawrence, Overall Commander of Forces in Wakhan. And he had a job for the PMC, one that will change the world.