Andrew let Nolan handle this one, as he kept watch with the spotting device, the tripod it was mounted on offering stability, as he continued to watch into the outpost, the road that passed through and around clearly being one that guarded the fort, provided it with a buffer layer of protection. And it had to go, not a single doubt was given. Andrew had taken the XM500 once more, but he had it entrenched, set up on a tripod, low, low down. It gave a good angle of fire, and was loaded with APDFS rounds- enough to penetrate a couple of inches of steel, and punch a solid hole through something. He didn't know if it would on those crazy bastards from Blue Sword, what with the exceptionally dense and complicated system of layered armoring that they had, but it would work on most Soviet APCs, that much he knew. With Nolan's more precise .50, this would be a hammerblow, a quickfiring bastard to sort out all problems. 

Apart from that, Andrew only had the Mk14 EBR with him, set up with a thermal imaging optic, a heavy thing that sat on the top rail, alongside a BuRDS- or Backup Red Dot Sight system installed on the side of the rifle, comprising of a Aimpoint Micro-T1, that could offer a quick sight alternative to the big thermal optic on the weapon. A smaller H&K MP7A2 complimented that, with a simple EOTech Holographic attached, and a Surefire silencer and laser/flashlight setup, would do perfectly for closer encounters.

Moving a little as he paid attention to the radio call, Lawrence clearly knowing the duo's capability. This would be interesting, no doubt. Damage was to be done, and he knew that following their drop-off, they had obtained an unholy amount of C4.
"That sounds fun to me. Take lead, Nolan, I suggest we make a barbie out of that place."

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Keeping his head down, the green and brown ghillie suit doing it's job here, helping him to blend in. Adjusting the tan beanie on his head, and the blackout facepaint a little, the Kiwi looked on, simply observing and keeping a track of the situation. The darkness that had followed the sunset made the opportunity perfect- this place was heavily reinforced, and Andrew could hazard a guess that if anyone had NVGs, it would make this job far more difficult than it already was. He had a webbing set up across his chest, containing mags, frags, and even a couple fags. It was a good setup, but for now, Andrew was wired. Quad-lens NVGs over his eyes, just tracing, watching movement. 
"Covering." Andrew said, in a quiet tone that he knew that Nolan would silently receive, watching from the hillside, the illumination and strong lighting in the base being intermittent, as he watched on, peering through the blue-red thermal optic on the EBR. He knew he was situated well enough that even to the trained observer with a pair of NVGs, it would be very difficult to pick out his pattern and camouflaged rifle from this.
"Patrol moving your way, keep your head down." He simply said, watching on again, as a small foot patrol headed past where the man had pissed, before Andrew slowly moved from cover.
"Guards are switching at the towers, I'm moving in." Andrew quietly whispered, as he slowly pushed forward, making his way down the hillside, shrub to shrub, rock to rock, taking his MP7 out as he slowly crawled in around the outer perimeter of the outpost, or whatever it was comprised of. 

Setting up close, he moved through the shrub, looking across, as he pointed out an ammunition cache, in a rudimental tin-shack structure, the sight of one of the mortars there enough to give him reason to think about it. He checked his MP7, before crawling forwards, looking across to Nolan.
"Get the IFVs. I'll deal with that." He mouthed to Nolan, barely even making a sound, more like a movement of his mouth to say what he was doing, and he didn't know how well it came out. Moving out of the shrub, into the darkness, he slid between a set of crates, then peeking cover. Slowly crawling across, he moved to another set of vehicles, keeping underneath the UAZs as he stayed out of the main conical points of light, the UAZes offering a good position in which to sweep around. Letting another vehicle pass, going through the outpost rather than stopping, he moved to the third one, pulling out one small slab of Semtex. The Czech-produced explosive had a different composition to C4 or PE4, in that it could do a little more thermal damage in hitting a soft spot. Hence, punch through a vehicle's undercarriage to hit the fuel tank, just a little easier. Plus it felt easier to handle, nice little blocks rather than big slabs or wedges of C4. It was a terrorist's weapon, and was virtually undetectable.

Rolling back over, he watched a couple of trucks roll in, two old Urals, stopping nearby on the other side of the road of the outpost, clearly heavily laden. They had no fabric cover, so the contents of all was visible. Silly mistake. It was a hell of a lot more gear and equipment than Andrew wanted to deal with, and getting to it would be very difficult, from here at least. Looking around, he gave a quiet command.
"Those trucks have a couple of ZU-23s and Strelas mounted, it ain't good for close air. Either we get trace tags on it for the flyboys, destroy it from afar, or you jimmy some sort of way to put C4 on it." He said quietly, keeping an eye out for guards, his voice faintly picked up by the throat mic, transmitted efficiently to Nolan's earpiece, so as to not compromise their current situation.

Looking on, he saw a break occur, as one of the men headed to the ammunition shack, Andrew taking his knife out, the stabbing tool of choice a Swedish-manufactured Bowie, with a clean enough knife blade to make quiet slashing easy. The Kiwi slowly moved out, following behind, minimizing exposure as he moved around some low cover, following him straight in. And then, he lunged.

Moving forwards, the man was in a half turn, but it was nothing, not enough to stop Andrew quietly pushing the blade through his throat, and his hand over his mouth, throwing him down onto the floor with a comfortable push. The artery poured, as blood sept out, Andrew dragging his body around, behind the door. He would sort it out later, but right now, he had C4 to set. Moving out of the light, he set up a nice stack, using it over the Semtex this time round, making a nice layer right inside a case of grenades, and by a small armory of AN-94 rifles, able to blow it all apart. It would maybe even be enough to level the building, and either would have the perfect effect.

Heading back to the body, he slowly picked the dead man up, tearing his wool jumper off, looking around before he got to work. He rubbed the blood in the dusty floor in a little, before covering his bleeding neck with the jumper. He got around and picked him up, dragging him to an empty ammunition crate, lobbing him inside, before finding a pallet and placing it on top. It would do, and nobody would question it, fingers crossed. Heading back out, he got into position by the side of the building, diving out of the light into a small ditch by the side of the building, peering out as he saw another two-man patrol head into the outpost. He observed for now, watching, waiting, for a chance to cross the road and get to work on some of the other vehicles.