Next to join was Gourai. His steps lively yet light as not to make to much noise. Gourai joined Red Brother and Svyatogor looking to both of them nodding an "Im ready." That is, as if he really was. Anthony was glad the others could not see him inside Gourai he was actually nervous. For the first time in many years he was actually nervous. He not only wanted to get paid, but he wanted to do the job right and for the good of mankind. This was going to be the first of many goals toward redeeming himself in his own eyes and to those he had destroyed all those years ago. However, now was not the time to be nervous. Anthony exhaled slowly releasing his tension into the universe and put his game face on. Now he was ready. "Lets get this Turkey shoot started."

It took Sean a moment to get the three Frames on the same communications channel, one that wouldn't be picked up by anyone listening too carefully.

"Do you two know where the others are? I don't want to rush in with just the three of us but we can't wait all night for the others." The Brother shifted slowly to get a peak over the hilltop at the party below.

The dozen guards would easily handle the three of them if their initial surprise attack didn't take as many down as they hoped. Even if it took 3 of them down, that would leave 9 frames against them. By the time the last 9 guards were downed the real pain would begin when the hosts with the heavy frames strode out their door. If he could get another one of the flight CVF's to show up they may just have a chance.

Jack got into the GOLEM and prepped it to go. Initialized the main generator. Then powered up the main systems and weapons. He was ready to go. All that was left was to initialize the frame itself. He was ready to go. He did not care as to what happened next. He would be fine either way.

The GOLEM sped up and appeared next to the other three frames. Not a great turn out. He had been hoping for more. Well he could move pretty quickly should need be. "GOLEM checking in. Where the hell is everyone else? I mean the four of us should be enough. Heck I could most likely take this place on my own. " He boasted even though he could not. The frame would be torn to shreds if he did that. "So fearless leader, what be the plan?" He asked with a bit of worry in his voice.

Some static broke through their com's and a voice could finally be made out through their speakers and head sets. "This is Ghost checking in. I've established over watch on the mountain to your 4 o-clock. Break." he mentioned, a pause in radio chatter to prevent anyone from honing in on their signal and also letting the others listening know that he still had more to say. "I apologize if it appeared I abandoned you all, but I had to make sure you were as committed to this as I am. Over." he added. His scope made it possible to see the four of them down below, they were keyed up and ready to go. The base they were about to hit seemed fairly alert but still unaware of their location. He'd been at the mountain since before the sun came up, as any dedicated sniper would be. Josh was early. He glanced at his gauges and monitors, making sure everything was good to go. "Ghost is REDCON 1. Awaiting your signal." he finished up.

"Good to see you two made it, still waiting on the last of our fly boys to show up if they even do. But if it looks like they aren't coming we'll have to storm the fort and hope for the best. Also now is the time for questions if we have any to ask." Now that he had both of his supports and a few more gate-crashers with him, Sean felt better about their situation,

With Golem and Svyatogor they'd be able to break the guards quickly before the others were ready to fight. And now that Gourai and Ghost were able to watch the area it was a good bet that they wouldn't need to worry about as many vultures successfully fleeing the fort. But without the full team it was only a guesstimation. For now he would keep any eye out for the last of their crew before the time came for them to make their move.

Shaun Dean

"Overlord, Overlord, this is Anemoi Five, standby for report one dash one. Break!" the allies' communication set suddenly buzzed, addressing to the man in charge of the operation, in particular. "Anemoi Five is currently at North East of waypoint one. And is currently awaiting further orders. How copy, over?" said Shaun into the mouth piece as he dived under enemy radar.

He'd just given them his current position and it was obvious that he was planning to cut off the rear guard first in order to prevent them from alerting the rest of the Vultures. It was also clear that he was airborne. Dee then let the microphone dangled from one side of the "bone dome", or otherwise known as the flight helmet before he took a lungful of smoke from the cigarette between his fingers. His eyes scanned over the sets of screens in his cockpit, double checking all its system and confirming they're all still functional.

Anemoi, named after a Greek mythology of the Wind Gods, was flying ridiculously low to the ground. The frame expertly weaving through buildings and approaching the enemy base at moderate speed. This would of course change as soon as he'd receive the permission to engage the enemies. Like any other air support unit, his way of approach into the battlefield was going to be different than those on the ground. It'll be just as his client had wanted, quick and efficient. They won't see what hit them. But the experienced mercenary knew better than to underestimate their enemy. Expect the unexpected, he'd always remind himself. Especially when a flying arsenal gets involved. One would never know just what sorts of defense mechanism it would have.

Nonetheless, the client seemed to know what he was doing. As if he'd gotten what he needed to run the machine. Dee wasn't sure if the man needed any of them as his crew either. But supposing if he was, then this fight right here would probably determine their place. Time to walk the talk. Time for action.

"If you have specs on the enemy units now would be a good time to share, no questions otherwise. Let us wipe the scum from the face of the earth, God willing". Lev wasn't really religious, he'd seen too much, maybe even done too much in his lifetime to remain faithful, but religion had been part of his upbringing and it showed at times. Old habits die hard, he'd thought more than once when he caught himself uttering a short prayer under his breath or crossing himself before a battle. Now he focused on his machine, slowly and deliberately flexing both his and Svyatogor's muscles and testing the joints, the response, the feedback. All systems nominal, everything felt right, not a single drop of lubricant out of place. He was ready, Svyatogor was ready. Slowly and deliberately, he placed his right hand on Kladenets' hilt and waited. The sword would not be drawn until the battle was engaged.

The Wasp was taking too long, so if he didn't feel it worth his time then he can find someone else willing to pay him. Or perhaps he ratted them out to the vultures so he could get a closer look at the Titan, but seeing as the guards weren't keeping alert to some imminent attack he safely assumed they hadn't been found out.

"I don't know the specs of most of these Frames, seeing as the vultures aren't a uniform army they all use stolen or scrap frames. From what I can tell the patrols outside the walls aren't falling to pieces and the anti-aircraft frames on the towers are pretty stationary" Sean knew it was now or never, so he started the orders "Svyatogor and Anemoi, you are green to go. Keep it quiet and thin out as many as you can before being noticed. Ghost and Goujai, ready your fire for the AA Frames on those towers so that we can keep our fly boys airborne. Golem I want you close to me, you watch my back and I'll watch yours." He wasn't sure just how Jack was feeling about him now, seeing as his history as a bandit and Golem's history as a bandit killer don't create a friendly work environment

What Argile worried about most was when he wasn't Jack's employer anymore; would he be inclined to kill him just to follow through with his reputation? Or would he see that Jack is a changed man for the most part?

OOC: was wanting to wait for Avanhelsing to post before me but I will get one in to keep it moving. Because you haven't fully gone in, I'm improvising on what you're doing.

"Acknowledged, primary targets are the AA Frames. I'll send you a SITREP (Situation Report) every 2 mikes. (minutes)" said Josh, focusing his sights on the roof where several Frames were located. The AA ones were easy to spot, slow moving because of their extensive arsenal, rocket mounts on top of rocket mounts. A barrage of missiles could go flying at any moment but he was ready. The truth was, the more fire power they had, especially of that nature, made them easier targets. Each of those missiles had a non nuclear war head that would detonate if say, a round from his Specter were to hit them. The chain reaction from all those rockets exploding would be catastrophic. Hardly a subtle method but a very effective one. They were on the move, making their way to close in on the compound. He was only going to fire if they were compromised, not a moment sooner. If he jumped the gun, then their position would be given away ever faster and that wouldn't help in the slightest. "I got 2 on the south side wall. They don't appear to be alerted but are packing significant fire power. How copy?" he asked to Sean, hoping they caught it in time.

Anthony replied, "No questions here boss." and made his way to a nearby hill with a higher vantage point than the one they were all currently on. He heard Josh report from ovewatch and scanned the fort. "I got eyes on one on the west corner and one patroling back to the north. Ghost is right they got some big ass guns so if we gonna hit'em, we hit'em hard and fast. If y'all need help with that big ass front door I can knock for you." Smiling behind his HUD helmet at his last comment he loaded his cannon with a HESH round. It had been a while since he had seen some action and the anticipation was starting to get to him despite him really hating violence since after the war. He finally caught himself not being his normal self and did another cleansing breath and waited for orders.

Jack listened in as everyone talked. He was not in the mood to be waiting anymore. He wanted to kick in the door and start shooting up the place. Yet he followed orders and began the battle startup for the GOLEM. The voice in his head chirped and spoke whenever he needed it to. The system was finally all done. The frame was ready to go at a moments notice.

There was one thing however. The boss. He was a bandit, basically a warlord known for being particularly brutal. He was the damn Red Brother. Yet there was a small chance he was good. However tiny it was. Part of him wanted to turn the frame on the Sean the moment he got the chance. However the other side said not to. See if he had really changed at all. Give the guy a chance. Who knows, maybe the guy wasn't still evil. "Golem standing by. " He said dryly.

"Roger that, Overlord! Copy on green to go! Anemoi Five is rolling in!" with that said, Dee stubbed out his cigarette on a makeshift ashtray beside him before he fastened on the mask to his helmet.

He then pushed the throttle lever up and flicked a few switches on, mainly the thermals and jammer to scramble his own signals so that the enemy wouldn't notice him coming. His frame was in good shape to start with. He could tell just by the vibration he felt within the cockpit. Dee punched another button and brought up a three-dimensional hologram of the terrain, showing him the grounds he'd covered as well as the positions of his allies. A couple of seconds later, he picked something up on the screen.

"This is Anemoi Five! I got radar contact! Grid; Too, Sev en, Wun, Ait, Zee roh, Nin er! Moving in for visual confirmation! Standby!" Dee clicked the zoom in button for one of his screens as he approached the site. "Visual confirmed! Be advised! Patrol appeared to be working alone and is arm with SMG and a melee weapon! Break!" the man then made a quick check on his immediate surroundings, using the environment to conceal his approach. "I'll be going into a clockwise direction from the earlier mentioned POS (position)! Engaging! Over!"

Approaching from the enemy's left flank at a moderate speed -to avoid damaging his own parts yet with enough punching power to damage the target-, Dee would deliver a rising stab towards the mid section of the enemy's frame with his Botzger. With the momentum he had, Dee should be able to penetrate even a much stronger armor than those on a light frame. Should the impact land true, he would then unleash an electrical charge through the blade, stunning the pilot from making contact with their base if the stabbing hadn't already killed them. Another stab would be given once that was done, burying the blade deeper into the tear so that the objective could be met. It would be a practiced execution. Smooth and quiet as he expertly avoid any explosive parts to maintain the element of surprise.

However, should something go wrong during Dee's attempt, the man already had a plan readied.

The frame bled liquids of all kinds as Anemoi brought it down, the scene itself resembled a murder most fowl if played by metal men. Not only had the blow landed true but he had managed to disable the frame without much of a commotion at all. Not even the pilot knew what was going on when he met his end, just that all systems were failing and that he just wasn't fast enough to let anyone know when the electricity came.

"Anemoi there is another patrol coming your way, two frames this time and they'll be coming up on either you or that down frame in moments. Svyatogor, think you can give him a hand?" Closer inspection on one of the CVFs showed it was toting around a grenade launcher, not what you'd call a silent killer.

Svyatogor moved through the night with a grace that was almost preternatural for a war machine of that size, dashing as swiftly as the current concerns for stealth allowed, its movements a replica of the motions performed by the man within. Lev couldn't feel the air on his face and all he could smell were the cramped confines of his control helmet, but he could definitely see through Svyatogor's "eyes", hear through its sensors and feel the machine's body almost as well as his own as it traversed the land to initiate the attack, sword gripped and ready. His pistol would just not do, not until the need for stealth was over anyway. Lev checked the situation, his own allies had taken positions and Anemoi was moving ahead, closing in on a lone patrolman.

Even if he didn't like the man he had to admit the execution had gone flawlessly, and now it was his turn. He approached from the patrol's blindside, picking up speed as he went. He could make them out already, Svyatogor's sensors sharper than an eagle's eye. One with a submachinegun and a small blade, another toting something else, a grenade launcher most likely. Well, that made picking a target a non-issue. Still, good as he knew he was, completely disabling two frames in two strokes before either of them managed to raise the alarm just wasn't going to happen, not without using his pistol anyway. Looked like he was gonna have to rely on his teammate for this one. "Anemoi this is Svyatogor, standby to engage on my go".

As he completed his high speed approach, Lev began taking in the details of the frames. There were always, in every Frame ever created, a number of spots where the blade would strike easier, places that allowed Lev to deliver a blow almost effortlessly, without having to cleave through armor plating at all. They were always there, it was just a matter of knowing where to look and how, a skill he had practiced long and hard, though perhaps unnecessary in this case. The Frame carrying a grenade launcher wasn't the worst he'd ever seen but it wasn't a high quality piece of work either, riddled with vulnerable spots, places where even a stray shell or piece of shrapnel could potentially cause catastrophic damage in the heat of battle.

Smiling to himself, Lev unsheathed Kladenets and the silver sword glinted in the moonlight. Only for a moment. "GO!", he roared into the comm just before he came upon the back of his prey, the one handling what was definitely a grenade launcher. Only handling it, for Lev was certain the weapon wouldn't come into play. Sword held in dexter, he finished his approach with an almost textbook lunging stab to a particularly vulnerable spot to his enemy's back, sword arm extended in a straight line from the shoulder so it formed a clean line with blade. The blade should slip through the gaps in the armor and pierce right through the enemy's "heart", destroying the cockpit and killing the pilot instantly without allowing the blade to punch through the machine's chest and become entangled, all of this in the blink of an eye.

As for the other guard, as he came into a stop from the thrust against his victim, he pulled the blade back and took advantage of the natural motion to twist his hips and deliver a powerful sweeping blow with his left hand, armed as it was with Kladenets' scabbard, aimed at the surviving Frame's head. It was a makeshift bludgeon, unlikely to do any real damage, but he knew any kind of momentaneous staggering would be enough for Anemoi to close in and finish the job the properly while reducing the risk of alarm.

Anemoi stood before the "slain" Frame for a second. Ignoring it as the head rested on "his" shoulder. He then took a step forward, supporting the CVF's back as he set it down, leaning its back up against a wall, almost treating the machine like it was human. Soon after, he pulled the dagger out and straightened himself up, staring at the gap he'd caused as it bled with a mixture of colors, confirming the kill. Then his attention turned towards the left, ready to dash towards that direction for the next attack when the call came in. Forcing Anemoi to glance over his right shoulder before his thrusters started burning.

A couple of things ran through Dee's mind at that point of time. Firstly, he could ignore the threat and proceed with taking out the other patrol in the east -which is left of his position- while advising Svytagor to disengage the incoming pair and find himself something else to fight instead. With the coordinates he'd earlier given, he was thinking of using their artillery support and take out those two. And in the meantime, have Ghost take down the AA Frame unit so both Anemoi and Svytagor could move around without restrictions. Simply put, Dee was planning a simultaneous attack deep in the enemy's compound, accelerating the enemy's disorganization, disintegration and destruction.Crippling the Vultures' time to respond and cope with their overwhelming firepower.

However, Dee didn't have the three conditions he needed to make the call for a deep and simultaneous attack. He didn't have the ability to see the entire battlefield from where he's at, nor did he have Intel on the targeting assets as well as the point of access into the Titan. He also wasn't sure if their team have the advantage in combat power against the Vultures. Last but not least, he wasn't sure how the members would work with synchronizing their attack since not all of them were familiar with a combined or joint attack as a team.

So Dee have no other choice. "Anemoi, standing by!" he said over the comm and turned his Frame in the direction of his newly acquainted comrade, ready to push the throttle forward. As soon as he heard the mark, he sets off. "Engaging!"

Anemoi emerged from around the corner at high speed in a low stance. He'd flipped the dagger backwards so that the tip would point towards his elbow. As soon as he spotted where Svytagor was at -behind the one with the grenade launcher-, Anemoi knew just which target he should take down. He got into a three hundred and sixty degree turn for momentum, delivering a back handed strike towards the probably staggering Frame's torso. Aiming directly under the arm as the machine stumbled for balance, hoping the blade would bury in its side before his right hand pushed the back of the blade deeper, injecting the electric charge into the cockpit of the SMG wielder just like the one he'd done to earlier. Clearly, he'd executed that move plenty of time so the possibility of it failing was less than unlikely. Still, his own firearm was already in the position to be used should the blade missed its mark.

Whether they have been compromised or otherwise would be hard to tell until the enemy make their move. It's a risk for engaging a pair of patrolmen since the chances of them communicating with each other was higher than those working alone and thus, any sudden cries of shock or exclamation may be overheard by those listening in on their conversation.

It was around this time that Sean was able to find the frequency that the Vultures used for communications, though he wasn't able to hear what was being said he was able to moniter anytime the channel was used. For now the take down rose no awareness against them but it wasn't but a moment later when the comm frequency started to gain some activity. Sean watched it for a moment and quickly picked up on the pitch patterns, it was role call and three pilots wouldn't be checking in.

"Alright we need to take down at least another two before the enemy gets wise, their starting a role call and their eventually going to call out for three dead men. These next kills do not require silence but it'd be best that we keep a silent profile for as long as we have it. Gourai and Ghost, be ready to fire upon your chosen targets on my mark, and Golem that's our que to join in the dance. Everyone clear?" Argile knew everyone knew their orders and didn't really wait to catch a response any of them as he watched the communications operator call for pilot number 6 for the third time.

OOC: Sorry for not posting until now, but with me being a sniper, I can't run the show, I gotta wait for opportunities. Also, Lyzan, you called me RedCon 1 like it's my name lol. That means Readiness Condition 1. Meaning all weapons are at the appropriate status and I'm ready to go. My name is still Ghost haha.

"Roger." Josh called over his radio. He was patiently waiting before he fired, just keeping eyes on everything with his powerful scope. Josh moved his rifle up from watching Anemoi to the AA Frame up top. It had done a few scans already judging by it's rotations but it didn't seem that they'd found anything. He zeroed in on the cockpit of the Frame, adjusting for the wind and elevation. If he could kill the pilot instantly, then it wouldn't be entirely too loud but if need be, he was going to go straight for their rocket systems and blow them to hell. A far less strategy but he couldn't expect them to stay silent the entire time. "Ghost to all Frames, prepare for contact." he said, now getting his final lock on the cockpit.

Josh whispered "Boom" to himself, not particularly into the mic though, as he fired a single round. A hollow point round, it soared through the air and hit the stationary target with ease. The Frame then lowered it's hydraulics, it's lights turning off and sparks shooting out of the hole in it's body. He quickly adjusted to the next AA Frame, knowing that that shot wouldn't go unnoticed. He zeroed in and accounted for it's rotation to see his fallen brethren. "Boom." he whispered again as he fired another single round. He blew the pilot away just like the first one. He allowed a brief smile to slide onto his face before scanning for the third one.

The last one either heard or saw the other two AA's go down, he deployed his stabilizer legs. Bars that emerge from the Frames legs and feet for further stabilization like on a piece of construction equipment. The blast shields that cover their rockets opened and the rows of missiles slid into place, armed for ignition. Josh was prepared to break the silence and so was everyone else, he hoped. "Going loud." he said into his mic as he pulled the trigger. His magazine could dispense the desired ammunition at his control so he made sure to throw in an explosive round, to 100% guarantee the rocket's detonation. Once his round made contact, a massive chain reaction of explosions occurred as each of the missiles blew. The force shattering the roof beneath it and it's flaming skeleton dropped into the building below.

"Roger that, Ghost going loud. Gourai to follow suit." Said Anthony as he lowered his track wheels for stabilization and have them ready if a new position was needed in a hurry. He zeroed his cannon on the northwest corner of the base as the patroling AA frames were going there before they caught on to what was happening. Gourai fired the HESH round a moment later it landed with splat between the two frames. Another moment passed and the plastic explosive blew the walk way to pieces and the frames fell through, but not before Anthony loaded and fired another round to make sure the two were completely incompasitated. "Gourai has two EKIA and is locked and loaded for more on command. Over." Anthony reported as he scanned for possible targets.

"God damn it, you two! What don't you know about ON MY MARK! F*#%, lets get moving Golem before they start firing up this hill." The Red Brother crossed the climax of the hill and immediately was trying to balance his weight as the frame went running down hill. There were two enemy frames on their side of the fort who were panicking with how quickly everything was falling apart and it was around this time they saw Red coming down the hill and open fire on them both.

If Red hadn't been the first to fire they would have gained the advantage, but he was lucky and now they were trying to move to keep out his fire. Little by little he forced them to come closer together while he strafed and closed in on the pair. Argile managed to put the first CVF between himself and the second and that's when he stabbed the first with both of his bayonets. He knew at least one of them killed the pilot as the frame went limp in his hands, but he didn't stop their as he started firing again firing through the first frame and into the second who wasn't ready for the attack and was quickly punched full of holes. Red dumped the first corpse on the second as he scanned his corners to see who was coming this way.

With Sean no longer on the hill he didn't have the commander's eye in the sky point of view, which was something he sorely missed when he was in the field, though he also missed being apart of the action just as much. Perhaps there is some module out there that'll allow him to have an active bird's eye view in his HUD. Now what Sean couldn't see were the remaining three frames all on the west side of the Fort heading in his direction after all the gun play that came from the hill.

Dee soon heard the songs of the battlefield, with rounds being emptied within the chamber of a sniper rifle. The first shot sounded, followed closely by a second and then a third before the loud chains of explosions shook the ground. Almost simultaneously, another loud boom was heard some distance away from the first. This was it. Its what he'd been waiting for. A joint assault. But from what he'd heard over the radio, everyone were already on the move. Except for the sniper and the artillery module on the hill. He knew their line of sight were limited so Dee decided to take the initiative.

He flicked the switch for his booster and went airborne, hoping that his comrades have cleared the enemy's air defense units. In no time, Anemoi have reached a high enough altitude to "overwatch" the whole situation under him. Impulsively, the man took matters in his hands at what he saw. There was no time to make a video relay. Something needed to be done fast or the whole team might lose the momentum they already possessed.

"Gourai! This is Anemoi Five! Standby for Fire Mission! Break!" Dee made a quick calculation on the screen before him. "I got three Vultures approaching from the west of Overlord's POS!" he then gave the man the grid to where he wanted the rounds to land. "Fire for Effect! Danger Close!" since the three enemy's frame were still obstructed by the structures and buildings around them, a clear line of sight from those directly involved were impossible to achieve. "In three.." Dee counted down. "..two.." he'd done this so many times before so he knows what he's doing. "..one.." the enemies still hadn't emerged from the corners though. "Fire!" Dee called.

Everything were already taken into consideration. He'd timed the rounds to land right on top of them the moment they turned around the corner. It should destroy at least destroy two if not all of them. And even should there be survivors, he'd at least warned the team about them. Ghost could even intercept whatever that might survive if the Ringleader hadn't already annihilate them.