(Since he ain't posted, I'll carry on the flow. Hope everyone's still in- I want to keep this RP flowing, and get some shit blown up shortly. )

Huscarl looked over his shoulder, checking the SCAR-H in his hands, moving up as he took the head of the wedge, looking back towards Praetorian and Mischief, who were keeping point.
"Eyes open. CSAT patrols from here out, they're Recon so they don't fuck around. 6.5mm rounds too, when you hear them you know about it. Keep moving." Huscarl said over the comms, keeping a clean sweep of the area through his holographic sight, aware that they could run into anything and anyone. He adjusted his ECH a little, Husky moving with a pace now, as they moved tactically though the forest. Huscarl kept cover by a tree, letting the wedge spread forward a little, as he then moved back up towards the front, aware that Praetorian and Mischief would see the first of any contacts.

A few hundred meters later, and Husky still hadn't seen anything, suprisingly enough. The thick pine forests combined with the sunset made NVGs a pretty tempting option, though Huscarl kept his off for the moment, as he kept moving, keeping his pacing he looked ahead.
"Shit. CSAT patrol, three men, just to our left at about 100m. Looks like they're headed our way- we'll have to engage, stop them from coming down any further. Mischief, Praetorian, you're cleared to engage from your perspective- everyone else, find cover and ready your shit." Huscarl said, looking over, watching them follow the beach as Huscarl moved to a tree, scanning one of the four men in the patrol, aware that the team would probably share targets. When Mischief and Praetorian fired, Huscarl knew that he would have the first man, right at the front- and knew they couldn't fuck this shot up. If they fired one off, or got on the radio, they were as good as dead. Huscarl simply put three shots into the first man's chest, aware that the CSAT infantry, their fatigues a grey hex scheme with a Katiba in each man's hand, weren't going to last long. The man dropped, as Huscarl watched the rest take their marks, watching on as he moved from his cover, aware that they were close now.
"Targets down. Okay...Athena, from here, you'll keep command of the rest.- you need to find an observation point that gives you a clear view of Camp Zephyr. Identify Sickle, designate the target with your laser designator, and call it out to Spartan, our Greyhawk on station. It's going to be a danger close shot, since they're using Anti-Personel AGMs, but it should wipe the camp out, and probably clear the infantry presence- if any stragglers are left, you know what to do. We'll be working on the clock from that, so no fuck ups, or you'll be in a real world of shit. Once you've blown the place to hell, go in, find the documents off our HVT, and get back to the boat- it'll be good enough a distraction for me and Mischief to cause some carnage on that submarine, so that we really hit CSAT in the balls. We all good?" Huscarl said, reloading the SCAR, as he looked over at Athena, aware that though she wasn't exactly his second-in-command, she would do the trick for now, and get to job done. He looked over to Mischief, and looked out towards the other side, aware that they had little time as it was, giving a signal for him to fall in on him as Athena took the rest back into the forest, going north towards Zephyr.

"Well then Mischief...let's get to work. I've never blown up a submarine before, but I'm sure it can't be too hard with the explosives we've got, and the fact I've looked into the plans of this thing. We just need to disable it mainly, turn it at best into an immobile and dead beast- the engine room and propeller shaft would be a good shot to go up, and since most of the crew isn't on the submarine, we'll be able to tear it apart. Reckon we'll be able to have the charges set from the exterior, or are we going to have to get messy?" Huscarl said, looking at Mischief with a certain look, knowing he'd probably know better on that regard. He knew it was just two against a very, very significant resistance- and he didn't like that at all. None the less, Huscarl knew that this was what they did best- and if this worked out, the anarchy would be just enough for himself to get the job done. Huscarl took point, as the pair were now moving along the edge of the pine forest and also northwards, but moreover towards the submarine and the concrete pier where it had been just able to dock up, in order to wait on Athena's callout of the missile strike on the camp.
"If it's another day of getting our feet wet, that's going to be fun to say the least." Arran said in a semi-serious, semi-joking way, as he kept his pace, aware that both him and Mischief, along with Athena's team, were moving quickly now, since time was of the essence- they had very little of it. 

Moving up towards another pine, Huscarl dived down to a prone position, pulling out his Rangefinder from his hip, as he quickly had a look, aware that if they moved any further, they would compromise themselves. Keeping quiet for now was of the essence. 
"About six CSAT Navy guys on the pier which is about 150m, godknows how many inside. There's a patrol team moving back to Zephyr...we are going to really, really need a distraction here. If Athena's team opens up hell on the camp, I can't see the navy guys moving, but we can make use of it to take it out." Huscarl added, looking over at the Czech soldier, a man who Huscarl knew reasonably well but knew would fit into the team better shortly. Putting the magnifier over his SCAR's Holographic sight, the pair waited, waited till Athena designated the target and told Spartan that the camp was fit for basically an annihilation.