(Queen just let me know that she won't be able to post for a while. So I'm going to keep things moving, to Faronaki. Quite a big post on my end- it should bring about some sort of wrap up. Also, Advanced, you still control Linn by the way- you can RP him how you like.)

Huscarl saw the boat come closer, already swimming as hard as his body could. He panted, as he saw the boat pull in, and Hotwheels, on the side, reach an arm out for him. He grabbed on, quickly clambering up, as he turned and gave Mischief a hand into the RIB, three-quarters of the way through before Huscarl had turned to Athena
"Let's get fucking moving, eh." Huscarl said, as he dragged Mischief in, Huscarl taking his helmet off and putting it by the front of the boat as they turned around, the submarine now fully in Huscarl's view as he took the Glasses off.
"Shit in hell, we really did some damage. Look at that thing. They're going to be pissed." Huscarl said, chuckling a little, as his shaved head could be seen, underneath his helmet, as they headed south, but would soon turn West, towards Faronaki- the peninsula where the FIA Guerillas were.

After about ten minutes of being thrown about on the waves, Huscarl had his helmet and glasses back on, the latter cleaned and the former at least wiped out of water in the head, as he looked to the team.
"Athena, take us in here- right at that jetty." Huscarl said, pointing to the tiny wooden structure and the little cabin that sat on the peninsula. The boat hummed quietly, as they came in, Huscarl already up on his feet as they slowly eased onto the sand, Huscarl leaping over to the wooden jetty as the boat stopped. He gave the hand signal to "Follow Me", as he saw Antos and Mihail come into view, sitting down. Huscarl lowered his weapon, as Antos got up.
"Made it safely? I saw those explosions from the fucking peninsula!" Antos said, as Huscarl laughed.
"It's good to see you again, Antos. Who's this?" Arran said, as he walked off the jetty, close to where the two Guerillas had a small fire going.
"This is Mihail, a friend of mine. Anyway, you came to show us what you know- from what I heard, this guy was big." Antos simply said, as Arran nodded.
"Yes. I'll need your laptop and a secure encryption. Athena, pass me the documents." He said, looking at the paper that Athena gave him. Two files, and they both looked sizable.
"In here. We are safe from AAF patrols, they should not come." Antos said, as Huscarl looked over to the rest of the team, following behind.
"Lads, mind if you stay out of this? Less bodies in one room, the better- I'll get a good read on as well." Huscarl said, aware that while they would probably want to know, it was probably better. He'd tell them what they'd need to know- he wasn't that massive a prick, but he knew what to tell them when he knew what was key from this. Not every square inch of detail, but the basics, more than a regular SF team would need to know would be what he wouldn't mind them coming into contact with.

Following Antos and Mihail, he followed him inside the cabin, shutting the door behind, as he opened up the files as he casually stole a seat. He opened the first, and quickly saw papers in Farsi. He then swore, as he got the other. It was different, but a loud swear could be heard, as Antos was the first to make something legible. Antos could read some Farsi- he had received it as a part of his training, and he knew enough to just about get by in reading documents. Like these.
"Fucking hell, this is why they are here! Captain, you cannot go back to Stratis, surely!" Antos said, looking Huscarl straight in the eyes.
"That isn't how it works, Antos! Look...the first is Stratis-related. We knew the AAF were at odds for a long while, this is direct evidence for CSAT telling the AAF to "Evict" the NATO forces on Stratis. And you know what they did to this island. Half the people on it are evacuees or dead, Antos- they'll fucking murder every NATO soldier if they get the chance...Patterson, McKinnon, everyone. Bastards. They're here to set up a set of FOBs against you on Altis, and enforce COIN tactics. I've seen it in practice- they'll uproot whatever they can, your cell will be gone by the end of the fortnight, Antos!" Arran said angrily, as he looked over.
"What about this one? I do not understand it." Antos said, as Arran looked at him again.
"Fuck...fuck, fuck....that's Operation Hades. Fuck, that's impossible, that can't be real." Arran simply said, as Antos's face turned to confusion.
"What?"
"An experimental tectonic weapon, undertaken by CSAT as an alternative to nuclear warheads or EMP attacks. It's as black ops as black ops get....it could literally cause Richter magnitude 8 earthquakes in any fault line on this planet. I know it's name and what they apparently have on it...they're bringing it here. Listen to me Antos, this is beyond your concern. This is a matter of Worldwide security- we're talking weapons that in the wrong circumstances, could destroy entire cities without hardly a suspicion. I studied Geology- and I can tell you that an earthquake of that size, on a city such as San Francisco or even Athens or Rome could turn it to rubble in the right circumstances"
"And what does it say here?"
"They have it on Altis, at a research station...they're performing tests, in the Mediterranean and specifically, from this island. The Aegean is notorious for low-level tectonic activity, compared to higher magnitudes elsewhere. The ground practically shakes every fucking month at a Richter 2. The research station isn't specified, but it says that a CSAT cargo plane brought it in yesterday and it's already gone to Fort "Omega", no idea where."
"So? We can raid it if we find it?"
"So you go and kick the fucking doors in, let's say. You won't last half a day at that rate. Antos, just don't do anything fucking stupid. Tell that dumb leader of yours if he plans anything big on any big installations, not a chance. This is a matter you leave to us, Seagull- you will be briefed, but trust me, this isn't your territory. Get this scanned, and I'll get a comm link through your machine to my superiors. Just get to it, Antos." Arran said, walking around the room, thinking to himself as he knew that shit couldn't be worse.
"That leaves Stratis then." Antos simply said, as he put it through the scanner, quickly establishing the link as he got to working with the documents as he knew that they had to be swift about this.
"Yes. Well, I don't give a fuck for the fact that we lose a handful of platoons and assets on Stratis, an incident and then it all goes back to us focusing on how to restructure the fiscal plan for the next fucking year without being bankrupt. The Brass won't. Chances are, AAF forces are bolstering at Stratis Air Base and Fort Fulton now, and they'll be eliminating people like McKinnon first. We won't have time- they begin in an hour, and by then, half the island will be under AAF control.....which means that if we have any chance, we need to go now- I can't walk away, especially what with Mike-26 as an issue we need to sort out, and I feel sorry for Patterson. I need your group's help, Antos, if this will work."
"What do you need?"
"I need a couple of squads of FIA to divert from Cell South-East to Stratis, specifically, to the village of Girna. It might be hard to organize, but if you want to fight, we're giving you one. Right now, you're going to get the same orders as me from Langley- eliminate Air Station Mike-26. They might be defending it when we arrive, it could be leveled when we arrive. We have two jobs to deal with- the servers and the radar installation there. There's a encryption on the servers that they hold, but it'll only last a few hours before CSAT codebreakers crack it when they bring them in, since the servers are pretty much disconnected most of the time from the rest of the world and hard to break. The Air Station is a numbers and data station as well- and there's enough intel to give away huge pieces of NATO radio traffic right into CSAT or AAF hands, of maneuvers down in the Med- everything from pilots to infantry in Italy and Greece. The radar station is also a big element so control of that means control over air traffic in this part of the Aegean too. Something we had for a while, and are about to lose. AAF are going to want it if they want to run the runway efficiently, so disabling the radar station puts them in the dark." Arran said, looking to Antos, as he nodded.
"I'll see what I can do. But no promises for tonight- Aramis is up his ass again."

"Well, you can't just come alone. But it's going to be a long fight, and I can't see the situation being good. Anyone at Stratis AFB is as good as dead, which means 1 Platoon is off the list, along with every aerial asset on the island that is NATO-friendly. 2 Platoon...fuck, Patterson even, might make it out of Rogain and regroup at Tempest. That's their order- defend Tempest all costs, and to scorch earth at Rogain. 3 Platoon at Camp Maxwell and Air Station Mike-26 is going to get decimated, and 4 Platoon, a weakened group down at LZ Connor has an IFV and a couple of engineers. Against roughly a company or two of correctly placed AAF, supported by their MRAPs, CAS support and total and unopposed control of Stratis AFB means that we are as good as dead. I'll have to take command- apart from Colonel McKinnon, Major Strickland at Fulton and a few Lieutenants throughout the Platoons, it leaves me as head. We have to assume that, of course."
"Yes. So you are going to destroy Mike-26, then what? Fight back against a Company's worth of men without any long-range support? You know NATO will have no idea what will happen, the AAF will cut communication after NATO say that it's Green on Blue."
"Of course not. I'll figure that out, Antos. But right now...I think this is our priority. We need to deal with Stratis first, and then we'll be coming back to deal with Operation Hades. It's gone through- we need to haul ass. Keep your heads low- if Aramis doesn't listen, just get as far from that side of Altis as you can. We'll get this sorted, and though I know shit's fucked for NATO on Stratis, I'll have to give them leadership. Some sort of initiative to survive, or else they'll surrender- no matter what the cost of how fucked it all gets." Arran said, to Huscarl, as he tucked up the documents, looking to Antos again.

"Burn these, shred these. Get rid of them- they're on Langley's system now. They know what we know, and you will soon get a communication telling you what to do beyond what we just discussed. Good luck, matey boy." Huscarl said, tapping him on the shoulder before shaking his hand, Antos a little weirded out at the CTRG soldier left the building, and went back to the other forces of his team. He had things to say, and when he looked at them, he told them what they needed to know. They were back to Stratis, back to Tempest to reinforce any NATO forces left, and eliminate Air Station Mike-26- as well as the information vaguely on Operation Hades, something which he knew that his team would be assigned to deal with when he dealt with this situation on Stratis- but didn't specify beyond what he had to tell them. And lastly, as he finished, he simply told them this:
"Between all of us, Mike-26 is to whatever NATO survivors the only real long-range comms and salvation, so that's the only reason they'll follow us to assault it. They have no idea that we need to get rid of it and that what they think they'll get out of it doesn't really exist- keep that illusion up to them, or you'll find yourself very quickly running from a typhoon of shit. Also, we might need to dive to the Apex Marshall off the coastline of Tempest to rearm at the cache we have there- so I'm going to need a pair of divers to get nominated for that. Let's get in the boat lads, and off we fuck to a rathole." Arran said, looking to the others, as he pointed to the boat, getting in at the driver's seat as he fired the engines up, the noise of a A-143 Buzzard flying over as they swept the area, but couldn't see the RIB, as Arran backed up the engine, aware he was going to get asked a lot of questions as they left the peninsula, and headed out.

(DunDunDun! We've almost drawn to the end of the Prologue- Husky's Fishhook is about to begin, so you can wrap up in this part. Though Advanced, we are carrying on Antos/Mihail alongside Linn.)