The hell rained through, rock and gunfire, as Natalie charged, side by side with her partner in chaos, her fiancee in ferocity. Victor charged the wall, tearing through metal, as Natalie rushed by him, the sight of a man firing a AK-12 right in Natalie's face nothing. She wasn't to be stopped, the rounds noisy, as the female heavy cleared the man to the floor, a sharp foot to the neck quickly knocking him dead, in the state of the other men charging into the breach. She saw the men on the walls, and already had the GAU-19 raised, the weapon recoiling hard, the rounds heavy, physical, tearing into their position. It echoed, loud as hell, Natalie standing tall and taking their fire, bullets richocheting, the cavernous inside area now getting cleaned the fuck out. They manned mostly RCWS, or remote weapon-station based weaponry that was on the wall, some directly, but they were getting fucked up, as Natalie took them out, the inside well lit, the enormous sandstone-limestone cavern illuminated well. In here, it seemed like the usual terrorist stronghold, now with an enormous hole in the side of it, though further down, a trace could be seen of something weirder.

Natalie stopped, the barrels sizzling hot, as she turned to Victor, looking on at the other giant in the room. This had been a hell of a clearance, as she took her breath back, her HUD clear of enemies inside the enclosure. The place was an absolute mess, the .50 and explosive shotgun rounds had echoed throughout the place, it appeared, with this part of the compound clear.

Ross and Jenny followed on Carl, the rockfall clear, and only intermittent now, with the occasional boulder the size of a car now splintering down the mountainside, though it appeared to be clear of the breach that had been made. The sheer chaos that had been made was visible, as Ross held his Mk48 high, firing accurately at a few stragglers on the walkways above, one whole walkway collapsing as one of the Blue Sword soldiers laced a 40 mike into the support, bringing it down onto a couple more men. Shit, it was a good shot, Ross thought to himself, but the kill count compared to what Natalie alone, or Victor had just done inside here, was miniscule, even if a little dramatic. The two Heavies looked hit hard, and from that charge, Ross could only guess that all hell had rained down inside, as he moved on the flank, the level of rounds that were flying still echoing inside the cavern, but focussed perhaps more on the main attractions in here.
"Tangoes, top walkway!" Ross called out, as Jenny moved behind a set of ammunition crates, the bipod down, laying them out as Ross offered some more accurate fire, the magnifier over the holographic optic, their MMGs perhaps a little muted in comparison to explosive 12 gauge, or blaring .50 cal rounds that seemed to punch bits of the sandstone to dust.

The area was cleared out, as the noise of enemy fire could be heard to tone down, the internal cavern clear, as Natalie and Victor were back on point again. The enormous GAU-19 slung over Natalie's side, impractical for the tighter concrete-lined, and increasingly space-age looking surrounds that they were in, no longer just a natural cave formation, but as if it was dug out, constructed into this. Whatever this was, it looked cutting edge, with strip lighting and clean white and grey surfaces. She drew one of her Deagles in her left hand, a pocket-version of her GAU perhaps, with Athena's Wrath in her right, the arm-mounted harpoon weapon on her left arm, ready to fire. She kept close to Victor, moving slow and steady, any enemies taking a clean shot from the Deagle, and she had magazines to spare. Sweeping through the corridors, Ross and Jenny kept close, ahead of the Blue Sword mercenaries and the rest of the British and American Marines that had now begun to witness the outer chaos inside the fort itself. This place was something else.
"Radio signal is going weird in here. I've got static." Ross said, there being a certain quiet as they moved deep into the mountain, the sound of the earth perhaps audible, and the fighting outside quieter. A silent blaring alarm was going off, the clean metal, plastic and glass surfaces, with numbers everywhere, looking seriously fucking worrying to anyone inside. This was beyond cutting edge, that much they all knew.

"We'll need to use a repeater, or it's a jammer. Either way, if they have enough money for this futuristic shit, they have money to spend for another tunnel system. We need to keep pushing, sweep, and clear. The Task Force should be picking up on us and sending people through to keep relaying signal." Ross said, as Natalie looked back, holding what was basically a sword the size of him in one hand, her enormous carbon-black, blue-visored heavy armour saying all that needed to be said. He had never been able to properly see into Natalie's eyes, given that her helmet from the rear was covered by an enormous neckbrace, and her height was difficult to see. He didn't even know what she really looked like, the visor fully reflecting light, though for a moment, Ross could have sworn he saw a pair of blue eyes beyond the dark blue, reflective, hexagonal-lined polycarbonate-lined nanofluid nose-to-forehead visor, looking icy cold into his eyes. His neck was strained looking up, and he made a mental note to never, ever look there again. He had seen something he just couldn't wire out of his head, from just that momentary stare, he had seen into the eyes of someone who was not messing about, with Victor even more difficult to see up to. He stopped dwelling on it, as they moved through the corridors, taking it in.

"They're regrouping, delaying us, Captain. They know we'd punch through them, it's only a mater of time. Water leaks through any crack in the rock eventually....and that's why we haven't seen any yet. They want to blunt the sharpest point the spearhead when it suits them, not us. Which means they know what we look like, and what to expect. And if they can afford the future, they can afford cameras. Be careful what you ask for, Henderson. We are no longer hunters, we are in the dragon's lair." Natalie replied, looking back once more, staring at the British Captain. He was a firm man, yes, he was brave, and definitely a born leader, knowing his way. It reminded her of herself when she was in the VDV, though back then, she was perhaps a little more terrifying than even he was in armour. She stopped short, hearing Victor's comment.
"Whatever it is, this is money and tech invested heavily. This isn't the Taliban, or any armed force I've seen. It's the Network, for certain." Natalie replied, as she kept her Deagle raised high, in a different hand to what anyone sane would do, let alone being a hand-cannon for usage in one hand alone. Her wrists were tough enough, she reminded herself, giants weren't exactly like normal people. Ross could hear the thorny, knife-cutting tone of Natalie clearly, and knew he couldn't argue with her on that one.

"Aye, eyes open. This material looks like it's implanted into the mountainside, so charges won't collapse the whole fucking temple onto our heads. Just sections." Ross commented, as Natalie stopped at a corner of the corridor, the sight of nothing for so long worrying.
"And that still doesn't help us from several tons of blasted rock. So we are either in a trap, or we are about to be.....everyone, quiet, now....." Natalie added, as she stopped dead on the corner, hearing the echoing noise of soldiers loading up guns, and it sounded heavy. Total silence enveloped the Blue Sword soldiers, Natalie, Victor and the other three Juggernauts, as they only listened out. Not even radio chatter was coming through. Natalie, up against the wall, and looked back to the rest, using the corridor for cover, not even clearing the corner, not even peeking it just yet. Signs on the wall were in Russian and English, in a digitzed font, with the area around the corner pointing to "Server Centre", of some kind, the area that they had just moved through being mostly an armoury, with barracks lined in glass and beds to the side of that. It was high-tech, and felt more and more strange to the sight and feel.

"Blyet, don't even fucking ping anything. This is a choke point, make a fucking noise or movement past me, you die....it's a bear trap. They won't have light calibre weaponry there, it will tear through us like butter. Tanks won't survive it if I think I know what they have." She simply whispered into her comms, knowing that they'd hear, friendlies that is, not the enemy. Natalie thought hard, before looking over at the Canadian Juggernaut, knowing he might have a piece of equipment even her advanced suit wouldn't have. Backscatter was experimental, and even thermal imaging couldn't see through floors. But that could. It seemed strange how Natalie was thinking this through, though clearly, it was a chessmaster's mind at work, her tactical vision able to already see how she'd stop a set of unstoppable armoured soldiers charging in, and seeing that exact moment, before it went to shit. Natalie knew that while Victor was an engineering god, she knew people, she knew frames, and she knew that there was all too good a reason not to charge the corner.

"Lieutenant Cardinal, do you still have your sensors? I need you to look for a dummy floor, and go through it with Brute." She said, knowing it would seem strange, as she looked back across at him, adding on to her statement.
"Because I think they wouldn't build this facility on just one plane into the mountain, as we found going down. It's going to be thinner than the rest, used when they may have built it. If we toss smoke through the corridor where they have the trap, we'll raise their attention on what they think we're going to do, put some grenades and sporadic gunfire. When we're actually going to go under them, and around them with a fractional force. If this is an advanced facility, they'll build more than one way into their server rooms if they lost access at one point, and they shouldn't even hear you coming if we make enough noise. Just do it." Ross looked confused, as he didn't entirely get what the hell this situation entailed. The whole place was lit up strange, it felt clean, polished, bright, and precise, the blood and spent ammo, with bodies everywhere making it only messy, not dust or dirt.
"How the fuck is that meant to work?" He asked bluntly, as Natalie turned back on him, staring down at him, popping her visor for just a second. Ross was terrified earlier. Her face was beautiful, clearly, but she had a fire to her eyes that he didn't even think he could handle, something that had done insanity, and walked through it with middle fingers raised. 

"Because it's how I'd frag a whole platoon of armoured soldiers, and built an advanced complex meant to funnel technologically inferior forces unknowingly. It's why this is better defended than a giant steel wall. You can't level this place....but you always need to design for fuck-ups." She said, walking up close, her stare cold at Ross. She did like the Captain, but felt sometimes like she was already a leap abound ahead in how this was going to work. Even if it didn't, there was another route through, anther pressure point, that they could use to outflank or relieve pressure, divert or divulge the enemy's trap.