[IC] Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

[FourtyTwo]

"Shit..watch, look." Andrew said, looking over to the man that was approaching the KSVK. They hadn't seen them yet, but something looked astray.
"They know about the truck. I'll nail that one fucker moving to the rifle, get a shot on the SAM truck's engine block, then wheel, then anything that moves. We have to eliminate all the footmobiles." Andrew said, as he cocked the XM500's box again, the semiautomatic bolt action .50 cal rifle heavy, but a more modern equivalent to the M82A2 of old- this was the newer version, and perhaps a little more compact due to the bullpup design, although not by much. He tracked the head of the man, watching, adjusting the ranging as he took his breath, waiting.
"Wait for my mark...get set." Andrew added, his winter glove on the trigger, as he exhaled slowly, the target and time slowing a tiny fragment as the man was on track. In the right place. There was little to no wind, so the bullets would hit, easy. Andrew's heartbeat was at around 60BPM, and dropping lower, as he felt cold, almost fixated. The bullet sprung from the muzzle break, and the bullet was within the second, in the man's shoulder and then his internals, completely throwing him back as it practically half-ripped off his shoulderblade in the process, and redecorated what was now his internals' living room as open plan. The man went down, and he adjusted, firing again as he took out another man by him, a clean bodyshot of some sorts, as he then waited, catching breath as he watched Nolan fire, and he waited for the interludes. He'd fire at the same time, to minimize the idea that there were two shooters with rifles- he had timed it pretty well prior to this. He adjusted, and saw one of the men run out, using an SVD. He was next, as Andrew adjusted, guessing mentally he was at 605m. And his sight was tallied for about 600, so he gave a good guess that he'd need to give an according drop. The marksman raised his SVD from a crouched position behind a rock wall, but even that wasn't enough as he tried to pull the trigger, to supress at least where he guessed they were. Andrew had fired first- and the fifty hit the top of one of the rocks, almost disintegrating one of the tops of the rocks as it then emerged and the round entered the man's neck, pretty much leaving nothing at all.
"Keep up the shots, Nolan- call out when you see nothing left!" Andrew said, aware that they were almost done, as he adjusted himself, looking for more targets down the high-magnified optic.

(Short post- it doesn't need to be too long from my end, as the last few posts have been long, and the next will be longer.)

[BigPapaBelial]

Nolan nodded, "I see him...wait one..." He inched over, and got into a firing position, he slotted a new magazine into his rifle, one of the magazines that is filled to the brim with that EXACTO ammunition he still had lying around from their last op. He had kept the rounds, intending to use them now and make a full report on their use afterward. He reached out switching on the laser painter or the rounds. He painted the truck, getting a bead on the engine block, two rounds quick, would knock out the engine, another round to the rotation assembly on the SAM itself, then the rest of the rounds would be used as needed. The painter would do it's job. He was told EXACTO rounds were fire and forget, and would guide themselves to their target. Even if the target it moving. They were about the find out.

He waited, and waited, and as soon as he felt the pressure differential and the shockwave of air coming from Andrew's rifle he fired as well. It'd be hard to tell if it was one rifle or two from how close the rifles fired to each other. The first two rounds punched right into the engine block of the big truck, ruining it utterly. A third round hammering into the rotation assembly of the SAM itself. Even if they got to use it again, it'd be only able to shoot in one direction. He grinned broadly. The rest of the seven rounds he had were for foot-mobles and other materials.

He almost cut one man in half at the waist with one round, he folded back on himself almost. Another man dropped hard missing an arm, Nolan could almost hear the man's screams of pain. He landed his first and likely only clean head shot of the day as he tracked a runner trying to get down the hill. The laser painter had already selected him as a target, the round was tracking him down the mountain. Nolan watched the blossom of red asthe round passed right through his chest, just below his neck. Nolan pulled his eye away from the scope just for a moment to watch the corpse bounce down the mountain side. He then put eye to scope again. He still had work to do. He hrmed, took aim at where he had seen a pair of men duck behind a large stone. But there was a very large cache of explosives just a few meters on from that. Gas and RPG rounds and what looked like Semtex and grenades. A very very good target. His round kicked down and slammed into the cache. He clucked his tongue when it didn't go up at first. And was about to take a second shot, when the whole cache went up in flames, causing four men to come running out of the cover, clutching burning limbs, and trying to throw off burning kit. He watched, as the cache went up a second time as something else explosive went off.

Nolan moved on as those targets wouldn't last long, and he wasn't feeling generous to put them out of their misery. He made a few more shots at targets of oppurtunity. And finally ejected his last round. He slammed a new round home and scanned the other mountain, watching, waiting, looking for more targets. He didn't hear Andrew firing at the time either. He waited, and after abit finally said it, "I'm not seeing anything...I think we're clear for the moment." He cocked the bolt, sliding a new round into the bore. "It sure is quite. What do you think?" He switched the scope on his rifle over to FLIR and looked for heat signatures. Seeing nothing but cooling corpses and burning debris. He saw a single body moving, hands held over a gaping bullet wound. Nolan centered his cross hair on the man, and fired, putting him out of his misery. He clucked his tongue softly, "Yeah, think we're golden. Still want to head over there? I'm coming with you this time."

[FourtyTwo]

"Sure- I won't be covered as well, but we can do that, if you don't want me to get tortured again." Andrew said, as he took his rifle , backing up as he watched Nolan kill the rest, already getting ready to move. He took his XM500 to hand as he moved back to the quads, and moved to his own, stashing the rifle on the front. Finding his Mk14, he readied the weapon, keeping it by his side as he got on and fired the engine up, giving Nolan a few seconds as he got his own shit ready and they were both ready to move. Andrew skid the quad away on the snow, turning hard as he headed down towards what looked like some sort of track, towards the post. He had his Mk23 close by on the tank, and knew that if shit went awry, it'd be the first thing he'd have aimed. Snow kicked up, as he hurtled downwards towards through the small valley, and then back up, towards the SAM site. He eased off as he saw one man come over the edge, having to aim the Mk23 one handed and with one eye. But he was crack shot, and even at 40m, he had an easy job of slotting four rounds into his general vicinity, and connecting two with the man's torso. He sped past, as he watched him crumple, already heading into the outpost as he skidded the quad to a halt.
"On foot, Nolan, let's go direct and get straight to what we're here to get rid of."

Throwing himself off, he raised the Mk14, covering Nolan as he saw two men move from behind the SAM. Half a magazine from the Mk14 sorted them out, the rounds from the RMR atop the ACOG accurate and pinpoint, as Andrew felt the kickback push hard. But the weapon's silent 7.62mm rounds did the job, and more than enough, as Andrew moved up to the truck, taking cover by the wheel.
"Shit, Nolan, I'm rigging up a charge. I'll get it set, then we get out of here." Andrew said, as he lobbed a grenade round the corner, a few rounds impacting the lorry as he knew that Nolan would be able to cover, albeit with an improvised weapon or his main non-sniping weapon. Andrew himself was quick, rigging a small charge to the underside of the SAM lorry, as he activated a timer. Sixty seconds- and though it wasn't long, it gave them enough time to not worry if it would get defused.
"It's done! Nolan, I got your back, get on the quad and get moving, I'll follow suit!" Andrew said, already laying down supression fire, as he took out one more guy, moving to his own quad back at the entrance of the outpost. Seconds ticked, as he heard a grenade go off behind him, out of range but still knocking wind from his chest, as he struggled to stay up in the snow, still charging for where they had the Quads. He bundled onto his and revved the still-running engine, looking to the other white Ghillie as he span round, aware that they had been mostly eliminated, and any that were here, were on the other side. Andrew just knew they had to get out, as he accelerated hard, the quad's grip on the snow loose, as they headed downwards.
"I don't know how big that bang's going to be, but.." Andrew said, as he was interupted mid sentence by what did happen. The explosion was almost ear-shattering, as the SAM and the surrounding ammunition went up. The shockwave made Andrew almost lose control, as he knew that had to have scortched the entire outpost, and done the job.

"Woah! Haha, fuckers won't be having AAA anymore now!" He said, as he looked to the other white-colored wookie, a common nickname for the ghillie suits that they wore. It was a mere Star Wars reference, that Andrew didn't buy much into, but it did have some similarities when he thought about it. Heading down the track, the gravel and ice intermittent as they headed back up the path past their old OP, they were headed out of the area.

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Approximately an hour later, after chilling roads, the situation had vaguely changed. They were out of the real shitstorm- headed right towards Camp Vulture. Pulling in, Andrew saw the cave come into view, the sunrise in full bloom as he pulled the quadbike inside, already bringing it to a halt as he got off, kicking the snow off his ghillie as he took his balaclava and then his hood off.
"Shit, it's getting no warmer. We picked a good position, that's for sure- tyremarks get covered up quick by the wind in this area, so that helps us." Andrew said, as he tossed a chemlight down by the quads, the yellow light illuminating the area.
"Cordite, this is Merlin....do you read Cordite?" Andrew heard, very distorted, as he realized what it was. The small cave was covered by a set of rocks on entrance, and it was hard to spot- but comms remained an issue. He ran out, making his way to an area where his radio at least worked now.
"This is Cordite, we copy. SAM site has been neutralized, as well as two mortar positions. All our required work's been done- we'll hold Vulture and wait for Team Knight, over."
"Understood- Cordite, things have been pushed up. Knight is inbound now- as well as our two contractors. They'll be both arriving at your LZ, the contractors just told us they'll be there at 0430 somehow, and the Osprey bringing in Knight comes in ETA 10 mikes to your location.
"Shit...well, that puts things ahead. What's the rush?"
"We've got intel recovered- it seems we're going to have to be more hasty. Other SF teams will deal with any other threats- you're to move out with Knight and the contractors to Fort Tempest, and raid the place. Get to work on marking the LZ and relaying it onto Omega, our Osprey- you don't have much time, so jump to it."
"Yay. Understood, Merlin- Cordite out." Andrew said, looking over at Nolan, muttering a swear.
"Well then. We've got to set those fuckers up, so we don't have to take bullets any more, and whatever these "Contractors" are, I hope to God there's more than the myths we've heard to them." He said, looking out the cave, as he put out the Chem light, by burying it under a rock.
"Come on, let's go." Andrew added in a simple tone, checking his Mk14 as he assessed the outside, already slowly walking back to the quads.

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Somewhere over the Mountains
0420 Hours

The Osprey was filled by the Growler ITV, Ross's visor down as he sat in gunner's seat, Jenny in the driver's. For obvious purposes, the vehicle had been adapted. to carry the three Juggernauts, with the seats further back. How on earth they were going to carry those two Titans of armored beasts, Brute and Bear, was beyond Ross's thoughts. The V22 was in forward flight, and keeping low in the mountain valleys, most AA sites destroyed and low-level flight keeping them out of any major AAA sites, but at the risk to groundfire- which surprisingly, hadn't been a problem.
"Two minutes to LZ!" The crewmember said, himself manning a M134 RCWS system on the underside of the V22, for close protection- mounted to keep any hostiles away if there were any on landing approach, the minigun attached on the V22's belly as a specialized system. The rear door opened, as Jenny looked out, then looking at Carl, a smirk on her face under her faceplate. The sunrise had risen, and it was getting lighter and lighter, with the darkness no longer in their favour. Adjusting his Mk48, Ross looked out, as the V22 began slowing down, the chatter over the comms now audible as Cordite could be heard.
"Knight, we've got the site secured, marked with IR strobes, but we've pulled back to Vulture to keep ourselves secured. You're going to have to drive that bastard out- those PSC's haven't made their way in yet. How the fuck they coming with us down to Tempest?"
"Not a fucking clue- but we'll figure that out. Jenny, fire the engine up. We're coming in, standby." Ross said, as the V22 swooped in, the vertical flight now slowly kicking in as the rear door was fully open, the rear-facing Growler now ready to go. The engine purred under Jenny's foot, the pedals widened and adapted to deal with the fact that Juggernauts were perhaps not the most wieldy in their suits. Jenny's MG4 sat by her side, as she adjusted her faceplate a little, Ross standing on the rear gun- the Browning .50 cal a brutal weapon that would turn most soft-skinned targets into pulp.
"20 seconds. On my mark." The pilot said over the radio, as the engine of the ITV ticked over, the huge chasm below harrowing, as well as the fact that they were still slightly moving forward and the entire V22 shook like shit being a fearful thing.
"Fuck me, I didn't go this far to get killed from falling down a fucking mountainside." Jenny said, as they swooped in, the pilot seeing the IR strobes through the NVs he wore, as they came in, the IR strobes indicating the drop site.
"Only so long I can hold it, Team Knight, you got ten seconds to get the fuck out my bird, or else we'll have to reconsider, out." The team heard, as Jenny smirked, in a certain type of way, feeling aware of what next.
"Fine by us. We're out of here." Jenny said, as she hit the accelerator gently, the rear ramp not entirely on the snow, but close enough. It was a two meter drop onto the snowy ledge, and they were moving quickly, as the V22 pulled away as soon as they were moving, the crew aware that their job was done.
"Okay, that went well. They'll be holding at Vulture themselves and are waiting for us to meet out- that made a lot of fucking noise, so if you see trucks coming, you know the drill. Carl, keep your M249 set up, this fifty does damage, but we'll need a bit more fire than that for some targets if they disperse." Ross said through the comms, as the snow white Growler kicked up powder behind it, the vehicle hauling some serious speed over the snowy and rugged terrain, the lack of a track forcing the Growler to go over and around rocks and boulders of all types. It wasn't comfortable, but it was do-able, as they headed over the rough direction to Vulture, on their GPSes.
"Seriously, I swear to God, with the way those Giants work, they'll tip this vehicle over and tell us that we need to walk with them to the place. They're crazy bastards, if I last remember how I saw them last." Ross simply said, as Victoria replied quickly.
"It's crazy to think one of them is you know...female. Makes me look like a weakling. Shit, that other one, he's huge. Can't be mechanized, I'm sure of it, I heard no whirring or any shit like that. Like they held that shit up with their own sheer force. How?" Jenny asked, navigating around a boulder, as she drove onto a small track, a horse one it looked like that was well abandoned.
"If I had a pound for every time I asked that to myself, I'd be fucking drowning in money. Maybe they're right, some things you just don't figure out. For now, they're as good as they get as backup, I can guess that." Ross said, as the three armored soldiers moved across the mountainside to the small camp, to regroup with Cordite, the snipers, and then wait for Brute and Bear to arrive.

[BigPapaBelial]

Nolan grabbed the XM500, and clamped it back onto the front carry bars of his quad. He unholstered his PP2000 and hopped aboard his quad. He motioned to Andrew, "I'll be there to cover you up close this time."

The pair roared off. Nolan keeping his PP2000 belted over his shoulder. And also belted on his M9 too, just in case. They arrived at the devastated AA position. Nolan jumping off his quad and making his way behind Andrew. Checking bodies as they went. Putting an addition two into some of them that still lived. There were not alot of them. He came running over when he heard the gun shots from Andrew. Sliding in on cover and looking about taking stock of the bodies. He crept around behind the AA platform and looked for anyone else. He spotted a hole into the ground, and tossed an incendiary grenade down inside, he heard the snap hiss of the burning phosphorus, then pulled out a frag and tossed it in to seal it. He came back around the AA just as Andrew finished up. He put on the speed, making for the quads, "This is going to be big isn't it?" He hopped up, letting out a soft urf as he canned himself on the seat of the quad, be got the thing running, turning and waiting for Andrew to get on, "Come on man!" He gunned his engine and roared down the track. Heading up and towards their previous OP. He skidded and flared to a rolling stop as the explosion went off. He turned around in his seat, and watched the fireworks. Ducking at one point when a piece of shrapnel hissed over head, "Well...that's mighty impressive. You do good work brother."

He hit his accelerator again and drifted into Andrew's wake again.

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They rode into Vulture like conquering heroes. And they sure as hell conquered. So many insurgents dead, and three major targets taken out, it was a good day cruising the theater of operation and doing what they needed to do.

But Nolan atleast was running low on essentials, like water, a little food and he needed to refill his sniper ammo. And leave the remaining EXACTO ammo behind for later use. He shut his quad down and he headed into the cave to restock. While doing so he heard Andrew get a comms from Merlin. He keyed into it while restocking. Sounded like timetables were being moved up. He decided to grab some Armor Piercing ammo just incase, along side the HEIAP rounds he had too. It'd work out in the end. He trooped out along side Andrew, "Once we're back here I'll find a place to post up to give overwatch. Me and my old flame the Tac 50."

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Carl loaded up the last of the items they were taking with them. He loaded himself in and nodded back to Jenny, "Hell of a sight isn't it? It's always an incredible thing. No matter where you are, it's the same sun rising or setting, and billions of people are watching it at the same time. Manitou gives gifts even when we're in the thick of the shit." He slammed the armor plating behind Ross, "We're tucked and loaded up Cap." He brought his M249 up and mounted it on the adaptive pintle in front of his seat. He strapped himself in as the time counted down.

He smiled, "Hey Jenny, let's see if you're a better driver then Ross is." HE grinned up at his partner. Then gripped the roll cage bar beside him.

They shot out of the Osprey, and for a moment he felt the loss of gravity. One of those incredible slow time moments. They sailed through the air for a time. He gripped tightly, then braced as they hit the ground. Carl caught sight of dirt and snow flying as the wheels dug into the ground. He grinned as they finally got purchase and the Growler well growled off. He took up visual scouting, looking for potential trouble.

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Further up the mountain Nolan laid under an overhang, his white ghille hiding him within a small snowpile. He couldn't feel the cold at all. His Tac 50 painted white at the moment, hidden against the background. He scanned through his scope quietly, His cross hair passing over an Osprey as it buzzed away, "Delivery of our heavily armored friends seems to have gone pretty well. Their taxi just left. Our friends should be coming up the path soon." He continued to scan the area, reaching over and putting some snow in his mouth to keep the steam from his mouth showing too much. It there was anyone out there he didn't want to be seen. Not yet anyway.

[FourtyTwo]

The minutes passed, over the snowy and desolate terrain, as the Growler kept hauling ass. bumpy as anything over the terrain, the GPS showing they were almost 500m away from the designated point.
"Almost there!" Jenny yelled, as they went over a particularly large bump, Ross thrown up a little as he held the gun, cursing.
"Fucking women drivers." Ross said, laughing like anything and saying it in a particular manner that would piss her off, as Jenny just held it in, hearing the comment too much yet knowing that she drove better than most men that had undergone the Advanced Vehicle training. She'd like to see Ross try driving over a boulderfield close to a glacier, she thought to herself.
"Yeah, yeah...we're here. Ross, I'm going to kick you in the balls when you get out of that thing, and it's going to be a fucking good one. Now we wait." Jenny said, the Growler coming to almost a dead stop, as they skidded on the snow, the sight of a few rocks and a unremarkable site visible, but only just. The clear morning was now beginning to fill with fog, as slowly and surely, it filled the area, and was getting stronger by the minutes. It was surprising to see, but something they had to deal with.
"Well...where are they.." Jenny said, as suddenly, two white things emerged from an alcove, where Andrew and Nolan had hid under the overhang. Andrew had gotten a little colder, but his body temprature rose a little when he moved up, the XM500 in both hands, the heavy .50 cal carried as he jumped down some rocks, looking at the vehicle with the three Juggernauts.
"Surprise motherfuckers!" Andrew said, moving down the rocks, laughing a little as she looked over, Ross pointing the gun sideways and almost levelling it on them two when he saw something rise in the corner of his visor, a little panicked but then realizing it was friendlies.
"Cordite! Get your asses over here, you look cold." Ross said, as he checked the perimeter with the M2 Browning, the two snipers moving briskly down as Andrew looked over at the three.
"Good to see you. So now what? We on the quads or with you?" Andrew asked, cutting down straight to it, as he looked around, the large .50 cal rifle in his hand something that even with a shortened barrel due to the bullpup, was still significant. Ross looked over, just starting to explain.
"Well basically..." He said, as he was interupted, the noise of a voice on the other end coming in.
"Knight, Cordite, this is Merlin. Callsigns Brute and Bear are being redeployed further down the valley, the fog's getting worse, we can hardly operate any air transport. You can probably see it- it's sweeping in quick, so they're relocating. They took a beating in clearing a significant command post, but they say they're still willing to take on Tempest with you. Sending you GPS co-ordinates of their new dropzone- it's far further down the mountain, you guys are on your own for now."
"Understood, Merlin. We're moving out." Ross said, as he looked back at the two snipers.
"Jump the back- the quads are a liability, we can't have them down there. It's going to get bumpy." He added, Andrew leading the way as he moved quickly, running around to the back of the vehicle as he clambered in behind Ross, up on the gun, Andrew himself taking his hood off and his balaclava, to get some cold winter air on his face. Jenny hit the gas, the vehicle already moving

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Natalie adjusted herself in her suit, following refuelling, back over the mountains.
"We're being redeployed, apparently. Mountains according to a friendly Osprey that was there a few minutes ago wasn't too suitable as an LZ for us because of the fog to move from on our feet, and besides, I like the idea of direct action more. They're deploying us further down the mountain- a hotter LZ, but it's about a kilometer out from Fort Tempest, and we'll be on our own. No significant gun runs, or large-scake fire support till the rest of the team comes. Besides, we want this Fort intact- no dumb fire missions to level it, in case we take out half the local population, so the best we'll get is maybe an Apache to help us. But hey, that's fine by me." She said, as she clicked her hands, herself feeling at least cooled down, after she burnt herself.
"You know, I knew that woman. A bit. I mean, it doesn't surprise me one bit. Lots of rumors going round that she killed Qaddafi and then ran for the money, and that the guy that died on the streets was a double. I could have gone into his Amazon Guards if I asked I think, mauled him with my titties myself. What a horrible human being. Both of them. Wait...you know, both of them?" Natalie said, chuckling a little, as she knew that the innuendo had slipped through, though it was a little dark, and perhaps something a little too open.
"Ah well...I suppose I've got more than enough ammunition. Might request for a new suit altogether to get setup for me, you know, move on. Yours could still work, but I always wanted something like yours, but with a more femme touch to it, my working. If it works for you, then it can work for me, just fine." She said, a loud noise yet no flames being heard, as Natalie's face held the worst of it in, feeling her rear rumble. Pearl Jam played over the stereo in the back of the Chinook, and Natalie, adjusting the shot-up Beret on her faceplate, smirked.
"It's far better than our shit in Russia. Far, far better. You Americans always do some things right, but I wonder what you'd be like in the VDV, if you weren't that big. Now our Paratroopers...they have courage I tell you, I mean I went through the process and myself, made them efficient killing machines. Badly armed, yes, killing machines, most definitely- no Chechen could stop them if you gave us the right drop zone and rifles. The men are good fun, especially when they're your bitch. They were my bitches. Hmm...when you tell a whole plane full of men pumped so full of testosterone that you'd throw them out one by one without a parachute if the first man faulters and they believe you, you know you're feared. Maybe there is sexism in the institution. Good thing I'm physical evidence that it doesn't..well, exist that much now." Natalie said, laughing a little, as she sat up, checking the scenery out the back door, the two warpainted faces of the two Super Heavies clear to see. She kept her lightening pattern, the blue and red starking, yet nothing too ridiculous. It looked more like it fitted someone like her, something appropriate, like Victor's was for him.
"When we're done with this, we're going to fuck like nothing else. I don't know how we can top before, but between us...we can figure something out, my big Brute. Anyway, business before pleasure. We have a lot to deal with, before we get a lot of the latter." Natalie said playfully, as she checked the M134, bringing it up on her lap, as the Chinook came in.
"We're coming in! LZ is hot as the fucking spicy chilies I got in the post, there's fucking hundreds of these bastards!" The crew chief on one of the M134s on the side of the Chinook said, Natalie laughing as she put down her visor, engaging her HUD as she brought up her own M134.
"Good thing I've got another minigun then. Hold us steady. Down we go." Natalie said, as she looked out the rear door, coming down on some sort of house roof, as a relatively safe LZ compared to most of the others. Moving out the back, Natalie knew it was a meter drop, but something they could deal with, onto a low one-storey roof. It was fine, even with the weight, she thought to herself, as the Chinook's rear and side gunners opened up, laying down fire. As she lept out the rear, aware she'd hit the roof, one thing quickly occurred to her. That wasn't a sandstone, or a mudbrick, or even a very strong wooden structure. It had a corregated roof.
"Shiit!"

She slammed through the structure, making a giant-sized hole, aware that Victor would follow. And as luck would have it, they fell right in front of a pair of insergents, Natalie landing right on her side, on her shoulderplate and in some ways, her rucksack. The terrorist screamed loudly in Arabic, and fired AK rounds at her, the bullets pinging off, as it made her angry, and she got up with a ferocious, adrenaline induced movement, the early morn not something she was still in her prime within. The Spetsnaz Machete on her left arm, by the reinforced GPS, was already out, and it was a bash, slash, stab and generally, fuck shit up weapon. And oversized. Natalie simply took the close range rounds, walking towards him as the man realized it was pointless, as she then lashed out a strong kick in the moment his mind was still struggling to comprehend what he saw, and walked over, thinking.
"Futility is horrible, isn't it?" She said, as she bent over, popping her visor temporarily as she stabbed the man hard in the throat, the man's grabs pointless to her, as she saw a mist of blood arise, and go on her face. She put her visor down, and looked back.
"FUCK! Let's fucking go!" She said, as she walked back, offering a hand to Victor, and then headed towards the other corner of the shack, kicking a metal door in with significant force, already firing the M134 up. She felt bloodlust rise, and it felt eerily familiar.

Emerging into the open courtyard, which would have been a fraction too small for the Chinook to make a safe drop or landing, Natalie took out at least six individuals on an adjacent building, letting Victor follow up, as she took the point, the half slum, half undeveloped village a small dot on the map by Fort Tempest, and something that was literally full of OPFOR enemies. Plenty to kill, her mind thought to itself, as she kept up the fire, rounds spewing as the noise of the weapon sounded like a genuinely pleasurable noise. It was like Thor's lightening bolts, in comparison to the Thunder of the XM312 that Victor wielded, the boom to her light.
"Now, we rearrange this place! Victor, you want point? We're headed down the hill, towards the fortification- we'll have to scrap any exterior defenses with some 30mm guns first, or else we'll get RPG'd to shreds- let's take our time shall we?" Natalie said, feeling the bullets ping as what felt like a whole squad of soldiers fired their AK-12s and AKMs at the two, the bullets harmess even though a lot of their armor had taken a hit. They weren't backing down, not today at least.

[BigPapaBelial]

Nolan smiled, watching the Juggernauts approach. He had them dead to rights. Not that anyone would ever be able to make him take that order. Ever.

As they rolled up he didn't make a move, he wanted to see how long they'd look around for them. See if their fieldcraft was as good as he hoped it be. Then Andrew went and spoiled it. He groaned. And got up a little slower then his partner. He climbed down the rocks carefully. Grinning a little, pushing his ghille hood back over his head, "Cold? This is T-shirt weather in Manitoba." He laughed softly, reaching up to shake hands with Jenny and Carl. Carl returning the shake, Jenny just smiling. Nolan swung his Tac 50 up onto a shoulder. And was about to say something about really wanting to have a snowball fight, when Merlin cut in.

Nolan groaned, "Well that's life for ya." He clambered up onto the back finding himself a place to sit or squat down, he checked his load out, his rifle, PP2000, pistol and ammo for them would have to do for now. He nodded, "Punch it Jenny, though slow down about 800 meters our so we can be of more use to you guys on the ground. I didn't even come half prepared to wade into the middle of a fire fight. I don't have the armoring you guys do." He grabbed a support tube as the Growler kicked off. Letting out a soft grunt of surprise.

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Further down Carl was scanning his sector when the radio he is using to spy on enemy comms crackles. Enemy chatter snapping over, saying something about Tempest being hit by "really big robots". He cued into the comms with Merlin, "Knight Two, to Merlin, Enemy comms is going nuts. Is that our PSC's? They making that ruckus down there already?" Carl swayed with the Growler, waiting to see if they got anything back from their eye in the sky.

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A short time ago

Victor put his helmet back on, sealing it with a pull. He and Natalie had reloaded and refueled. He'd taken a little time to try and rearmor as well. But the outpost they had gone to just didn't have the equipment needed to repair his suit as much as he had wanted. None the less, he had a tactical vest buckled on over part of the huge patch of armoring that he had lost in that fight. It would have to make do.

He smiled at his significant other, "You mean you actually had a chance to get your hands on Qaddafi and didn't take it? Wring that scrawny little bastages neck? I would have done it in a heart beat. Mind you, his Amazon guard, would have become my willing puppets shortly after." He grins and makes a pose, as if his mightiness speaks for itself. He laughs outloud. Then pulls his face plate off grinning broadly at Natalie, "Now, this time when we go out the back, don't go out uncontrolled this time would you? I'd really like to spend some time with you as my wife. Before we both bite the bullet in combat or in old age please."

As they came over the LZ he could hear the patter of small arms fire on the armored skin of the Chinook. He walked to the back of the chopper. Looking out the rear of it to the ground below. He grinned broadly, "Something tells me they don't like us. He let Natalie go first, lull them into a false sense of security.

He followed shortly. He got a look at what she did as he fell. Moments later, he slammed into the ground. Freaking the living fuck out of the second man. A giant of a beast of a woman just took out his partner. And now something, that looked like a robot just landed on one knee and a foot appears out of the sky. He sprays at Victor. Victor feeling the rounds patter away at his armor. He gets up, and draws one of his tomahawks in one movement. As he's getting to his feet he flicks his hand, the axe buzz-sawing through the air to take the man full in the throat. He paws at the axe, trying to dislodge it, even as he gurgle out the last of his lifeblood. Victor walked over to retrieve the weapon, flicking the blood off it and slamming it back into the sheath on his arm.

Victor pulled the XM307 off his back, and nodded, "This started well." They entered the courtyard and he ripped three rounds into a squad of OPFOR near the large gate out into the street beyond., "Oh I can take point? Is this my early birthday present?" He ran forward, lowered his shoulder, and rammed right through the gate into the street. Sending one of the steel things flying from sheer force alone. The other flipping open, and catching an insurgent right in the face with it's leading metal edge. He leveled his launcher, "Alright, who gets to die first." He started to walk forward. Opening fire on any high cal installations he saw, and on any RPG troops he saw. Trusting in Natalie to pick off the small fry.

Even as they did this the OPFOR communications went haywire, calling for reinforcements, armor, anything to help them at Fort Tempest. Even as Victor stomped his way towards the walls of the fort ahead. Nothing would stop them once they got rolling, short of a tank anyway. But Victor and Natalie were prepared for that too.

[FourtyTwo]

Half an hour later, and the vehicle had bumped it's way down the mountain, dropping almost a few thousand meters. But they were still above the snowline, and it was intermittent, as little contact had really been seen. But the .50 cal had been used by Ross, on one or two occasions, to take out a few trucks. They hadn't been long-lasting, to say the least. They thundered down the hills, and eventually, were 3km out from Fort Tempest and the village by it. Thundering in, Ross kept an eye out, the part snowy, part gravelly area a weird one indeed, but something you found in the foothills of some of the highest mountains of the world. Above the treeline, yet below the major snowfalls. It was a vague between. Ross looked over to Carl, as he mentioned what he heard over the comms.
"I wouldn't be half surprised...fucking hell, you would think it." Jenny said, Ross shaking his head in how much the enemy was going to suffer at their hands. No doubt, it wasn't going to be good.
"We're closing in...okay, Cordite, stick back and use a ridge to lay down sniper fire from, if it moves, kill it. We'll fucking ramraid right in, move to the PSCs, and back them up. They do the brunt of the work, we clean up. Sounds bad, but fuck...if they're like they are, no doubt we'll have not many to clean up." Ross added, as he looked over into the back of the ITV, at the snipers, who sat by his gun position.
"You do realize we've never physically seen them, right? I mean, are they like you, on steroids?" Andrew asked, as Ross laughed.
"Fuck...words don't say it all, mate. Carl can tell you. It's not fucking human, but dammit...you'll never see anything as awesome as that in your life." Ross said, as he shook his head, just still thinking about how crazy they were.

They thumped down the road, the noise of fire down below in the village.
"Shit, stop the jeep here, Saxon. Me and Nolan can move up from here." Andrew said, as Jenny screeched the jeep to a halt, the Growler ITV's snow trail ending as the vehicle stopped entirely, Andrew out the back with his XM500 as he moved out, waiting for Nolan as they scanned the area around, before looking back.
"You do your thing, we'll do ours." Andrew said, as Jenny nodded, the fabric nameplate tag of her callsign, "Saxon", on the front of her suit and the rear of her neckbrace, perhaps a better name in the heat of battle. She started the car again, the MG4 close as they carried on, Andrew and Nolan moving out as they sought out a OP. The few Taliban and Al-Qaeda forces that were outside the village didn't hear it at first, but then they realized. Contacts. They fired on the vehicle from afar, the bullets that hit the vehicle doing little penetration at this range, and to the occupants, little to nothing, the three armored Juggernauts moving in the ITV at full pace. It was hard for Jenny to keep control of the pedals through the thick boots, but it was do-able, just about. Ross opened up with the fifty on the checkpoint, as the troops either hit the deck or were torn to shreds, Ross guessing Carl also had opened up, as they headed right for it. One of the men stood up and fired right at Jenny's head, the bullets penetrating the windscreen but doing little against her faceplate and helmet, as she stepped on it, and the man realized suddenly he had made a bad move. The car surged into him, and flung him canted off to the side, the vehicle's motion at around 50mph doing unspeakable damage in the way it had hit. Ross fired ahead on another sentry, the M2 blaring out loud 12.7mm rounds towards enemy, as they headed into more and more dense housing, taking out several Taliban on the route in. They were taking heavy fire, but it was what they could deal. An RPG flung behind them and kicked up a ton of dirt and dust, as Jenny cursed.
"Call it a halt here, fuck that. Right into there!" Ross said, as Jenny cornered hard, skidding towards a piece of cover inside a shack. Literally. It was opened out, and she skidded the car to a halt within it, as Ross fired behind with the M2 at a whole cluster of soldiers, everyone disembarking after the cover fire.
"Remember where we parked the car- Brute, Bear, we've made contact, south side of the town- Team Cordite is up on the ridge providing hefty sniper fire for us. What's the situation?" Ross said, as a distinctive voice could be heard on the other end.
"Good...well, we're doing some damage here. You might want to join in, you know. Follow the explosions, we'll know when we see you. Bear out." Natalie said on the other end, as the scary female Russian voice that sounded like a Bond villaness ended. The noise of 40mm and loud gunfire was down the village, as Ross just thought to himself, how the fuck he hadn't really thought of that before as a tell.
"Understood, Bear. We're en route." Ross said, as he looked to the rest through his visor, the heavy suit and his Mk48 in hand good to rock.
"Carl, on me- Jenny, stick to the right hand flank of our approach. Let's roll these bastards over." Ross added, as he opened fire ahead on the road, moving with a slow jog as bullets pinged from his suit occasionally, taking out a grouping of enemy forces, as he gave Carl the chance to move up. It wasn't heavy and sustained, but it was shit this suit could take, to some degree at least. 7.62mm fire, and while it hit, it was staying out of the heavier and sustained fire that kept a Juggernaut alive. Lobbing a M67 down range, Ross watched it detonate within a shack and blow most of the fragile building apart, as Ross smirked, moving up as fire kicked up, and they came closer.

Andrew ran, aware it fucked up his breath, as they looked down below.
"Carl, get a perimeter defense up, I'll rig up my spotting equipment. This will do." He said, pointing to a position, as he lumbered on with the XM500, dumping it down on it's bipod as he pulled out the Spotting Device. Setting it up on it's tripod, he moved forwards toward it, already pinging up major points of interest. The fort's defenses, the shanty village, and one or two major structures.
"Okay, Nolan, when it's set, jump on your rifle and shoot away. First targets, Fortifications at the Fort, sandstone rampart at the front. Six individuals, AKs, RPGs and MGs, 620m. I can't ping our two beasts of burden, but whatever the fuck is going on down there, it ain't just AKs and our MGs. Fuck...sounds more like an Armored Platoon rolled into town." Andrew added, as he tucked into the snowy alcove, adjusting the FLIR spotting device, as he looked at his own rifle.
"You first, Nolan. Open up Mjolnir." Andrew said, a reference to the Norse warhammer of legend- these .50 cal rifles were like it, in that they really leveled what they hit. Or mostly disintegrated the target, turning creating a red mist that didn't need much explanation if it hit the right spot.

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Meanwhile in the village, and things had gotten pretty clean quickly. Natalie's M134 buzzed loudly, with an ear-shatteringly loud vibration and noise, the weapon somehow stable in her hands, as she swept out a whole technical and a squad of Taliban that had outflanked them, or OPFOR- since it was now both Taliban, Al-Qaeda, and the unknown group involved in Brussels. It was an amalgamated group of terrorists and Anti-Westerners who planned bad things. But they weren't running today, and by God, were they not getting sympathy or quarter. They were getting none at all, Natalie looking through her visor in regular vision, as she tore apart a few more enemies, fire pouring from above. She watched Victor move forward, and she kept with him, firing behind at enemies that tried to surround them, as she casually walked over past one man, who was injured from Victor's shrapnel, and crushed his neck underfoot, before laying down more fire ahead.
"That's the fort! Shit, lots of RPGs!" Natalie said over the comms, as she fired the multi-barreled minigun towards it, chipping cover away as Victor's XM307 barked loudly, detonating enemies into pieces as they pushed through.
"Knight, we're holding position in front of the Fort, you can call some Apache CAS to take it out from afar. Tell them that there aren't civies here, they can scalpel it." Natalie said over the comms, as she kept up the fire, keeping out in the open as she knew that while she was a big target, she was laying down enough fire ahead at the ramparts, the enemy pinned for the moment being.
"Victor, there's the gate, but I'm thinking a different method...how much C4 you got on you?" Natalie said, as she laid down more fire covering Victor, the shanty village right up to the Fort, which stood as a mainly sandstone structure, being almost like a typical Castle of sorts, with walls and ramparts, though the interior had been heavily militarized and the fort looked like it had seen better days.

[BigPapaBelial]

Carl grunted as the Growler bounced and jolted down the road. He grinned as the went from what he could remember of their big brother and sister in the PMC they could do all the work alone if given the chance. Not that the three of the smaller Juggernauts would give them that chance. As they bounced along he grinned back at the two snipers, taking over from Jenny and Ross, "Oh believe me, those two down there who are starting the party without us? They represent the current pinnacle of unassisted personal armored infantry fighting. I don't know how they do it, and I doubt I ever will. They are giants in all sense of the word. Heavy, deadly and dangerous. And never ever think they aren't. You'll get a good idea of it during this operation." He turned back then pointed ahead, "I'm seeing contacts." He began to full-load his LMG as the jeep came to a grinding halt to let the snipers out. And began to fire, shortly after Ross did. Spitting smaller rounds out at the desert fighters, "Get some! Get some! This is for Brussells you mothers!"

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Nolan leapt out of the growler, grabbing rifle and ammo pack as he scrambled away, ducking to avoid stray rounds as the armored infantry rolled off. He engaged in a ground eatting lop, not quite a run, he didn't want to fuck up his breathing. He'd need it for the fighting. As they slid into a good firing position he reached into his pack grabbing his APERs mines. Then dashed over, digging into Andrew's pack without asking and grabbing the mines out of there too. He then hopped some rocks and began setting up perimeter defenses and booby-traps. He set down nine mines in quick succession. Leaving them a way out if they had to bolt from their position, but covering their rear and flanks just in case the insurgents below got it in their heads to come after them. He grabbed his survival knife from where he left it so he could dig a mine into a dirt hill. He then came dashing back. He vaulted the rock and settled in with Andrew, "Our out is at seven o-clock, over the ridge behind us and through a hole in some rocks. Provides cover and an easy out. All other vectors are covered by mines. We'll be fine."

He began to set his rifle up, clicking the bipod down. And slotting a magazine of HEIAP rounds into the breech. He cycled the bolt manually quickly on his TAC that he had brought rather then his own XM500. He then checked the spotting device, mentally taking note of distances and points of interest. He nodded, "Good dope on the scopes...let's see then...sandstone...ramparts...and...got them." He took a long deep breath, and let it out, calming his breathing. He blocked out the sound of the shooting beginning in earnest below. Frankly as long as the firing didn't happen right beside his head he had other things to worry about, "Windage seems almost nil..." He flicked his thumb on the safety stud of his rifle and smiled, "Mjolnir huh? Let's test that." He put eye to scope. Got a good hold, and pulled the trigger.

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Carl grabbed the roll cage of the growler as Jenny skidded it into the small building. He urfed as the sudden stop almost gave him whip-lash. He shook his head to clear it, demounting his M249 off the front of the growler and jumping out. Almost instantly buzzing down a quartet of enemy soldiers that came running over to try and get the jump on them. "Remember we're in Section E-24. Don't forget your purse Cap." He chuckled as he stepped out into the street and immediately ducked back as a big .50 cal GMG somewhere ahead spat down at him. He peeked out around the corner, "Stay strong out on your side Jenny." He reached back over his shoulder, pulled his Carl Gustav off his back, loading one of the Dual Purpose High Ex rounds he carries. He grins, "Clear my back blast!." He shouted as he stepped out around the corner, feeling a .50 round splang off his left shoulder. He smiled raising his left arm a moment later and flipping off the .50 crew. Then pulled the trigger on the RCR. The rocket hissed out, and took out the whole top floor of the building the GMG was in. He laughed, "Good to be back." He slotted the GarlG back onto his back then fell into Ross's shadow. M249 at his shoulder, spitting rounds out cutting down enemies as they went.

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Victor strode forward confidently, unlike the amazon they had destroyed earlier, there was almost nothing this army of fighters had that could hurt them. Other then those RPGs of course. And maybe those big 12.7mm guns. Maybe anyway. It was still up for debate as even without full frontal armor he'd already taken a few of those .50 cal rounds to the chest. Victor stepped past a man who he had pretty much cut into with splash damage from his grenades. He didn't need to worry about him, Natalie is behind him, she'd take care of him. He had other things to worry about, like clearing the way. He swung his Grenade Machine Gun back and forth smoothly. The recoil off it almost unnoticeable by the big man. Every round, pin point accurate. He blink-fired two of his rockets. Taking out a technical coming down a side road. He highlighted another rocket target and sent a tird rocket at the base of a run down inn. The rocket hissed in, blew up some load bearing walls an brought the building down on top of several fighters inside. He walked right past, ignoring the screams of pain and calls for help.

The one time he did slow, and almost stop is when they came in sight of the walls of the fort. And several RPG rockets came hissing down. They missed, but pattered his armor with debris an shrapnel. He grit his teeth and fired up at the tops of the walls to get those fighters heads down. He grunted, "C4 hun? Gimme a second." He patted himself down quickly, somehow managing to keep firing his XM307 one handed, though the fire was far less accurate then if he had been using both hands. He finally answered, "I've got five stachels left." He looked at the gate then grinned, "Fifty seconds." He swung his launcher onto his back. Took up a sprinters stance for a second, then with a push, he started running, it wasn't a fast run but it ate ground quickly. Half way there he had two of those C4 bricks out, one in each hand. He slammed them both onto the gates, then planet a third up there as well. He quickly connected them together then hurried back to where Natalie waited.

As he did, he heard a crack, and a man from on the walls came tumbling down, landing to his right, a large hole punched right through his chest. There came a series of more cracks moments later. Booming, almost deafening sounds. And he turned to see several more fighters pitch backwards off the wall or forward onto the ledge or over onto the ground outside. "Big Bore rifles firing." He clicked into Ross, Carl and Jenny's comms, "Are those big bore rounds yours little friends?" His Norwegian and Mohican accent sounded like someone had taken the best of both worlds and created a god.

He reached Natalie again, and checked the timer on his HUD. Forty-eight seconds, he had beat the fifty second mark he had given. He pointed at the connected C4, "Go ahead babe." He told Natalie. "The fireworks are all yours."

[FourtyTwo]

Andrew watched the shot, the Tac-50 ringing out as the rifle recoiled hard from what he saw, but Nolan was too focussed. The .50 cal took one man down, as Andrew watched on. He moved to his own rifle, and moved the barrel over the head of a soldier moving to a DSHKM platform. The entire ramparts were coming apart in fiery hail and bullets, but targets were around, to the rear of the ramparts. Andrew zeroed the weapon correctly, and fired away, the bullet quick and faster than any words. The runner fell quick, torn apart as most of his vitals were ripped out.
"One more,,next up." Andrew moved the rifle's scope position, taking a breath again, as he dumped the air out of his lungs, and fired again, on another target, quickly ventilating him, as Andrew quickly realized the situation, looking back through his spotter's device. The ramparts had bodies, mutilated, blown apart, filled with lead...and while Andrew knew Nolan's sniping ability was remarkable, and he had at least taken a significant number, it was the two on the ground.

"Seems like it, you two. We're moving to your position now." Ross said over the comms, moving up towards a upturned wooden barricade as he switched to his M32, shifting the MGL off his back and extending the stock. Shooting three rounds over cover, he quickly dispatched a small fireteam that moved around the corner, feeling bullets pelt the suit from occasion and then be taken down. Jenny kept moving down the flank and occasionally stopping to shoot. They were all taking a hell of a lot of fire- stuff that infantry wouldn't even dare move into, but their suits gave them some adaptability, not to run in headlessly into the fray, but to at least move through a hostile environment where fire was going to come your way. It wasn't like what the other two giants had at their disposal- total and utter dramatic firepower, backed up by almost impervious armor. It wasn't like that now, but none the less, it meant going headlong into fire was now an option, apparently. She adjusted her pack, as the heavily armored Royal Marine flanked the corner, kicking over a soldier before filling them with lead, and the men behind that were moving to flank Bear and Brute. Moving through, Ross keeping a field of supression up as the main two moved through the tight alleys, Jenny managed to keep any that were moving on Ross and Carl, the tight fighting and fact that she'd probably be the first to take a bullet around a corner meaning this armor was critically important, herself feeling the cold sweat run down her whole length, as she kept up the fire on each and every approach. Moving through, Jenny felt one man flank from behind, a set of AK rounds slamming into her back, as she felt the impacts hard.
"Damn!" She said, as she shifted, the man still firing as the bullets flew past her, and she only had to do one thing. The MG4's 5.56mm did the work, and while inaccurate in itself, the weapon was potent enough to put the man back in his place, as Jenny, or Saxon, headed back towards the rest.

Back to his Mk48, Ross kept moving, aware Carl covered left and front too, as they pushed forwards, Jenny coming out of an alley to their side, as they finished off the last of the group, Ross feeling like he had taken rounds, but was still in more than just one piece.
"That looks like the last of them...Bear, Brute, hold position, we're thirty seconds out on foot. Watch for us on your rear." Ross said over the comms, as they moved over a barricade, the three armored soldiers simply little in comparison. The noise of a huge explosion echoed, Ross taking out another man that moved out of a collapsing building as he aimed down the Mk46's Holographic sight, the LMG powerful and heavy-recoiling though lightweight and basically an M249 in it's basic composition. Moving around a corner, it reminded Ross again to himself, what Natalie and Victor were. Themselves, they were bulkier and far better protected than most, but it didn't compare, as Ross saw what was there, Gaia and Prometheus, the Titans of a world that had lost all of them.

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Seconds earlier, Natalie had been still buzzing away with the M134, casings flying as she swept up under the gravel a set of enemies, simply annialating the AK-armed soldiers, as they came down hard, and Victor threw the charges, running back as the Mohican gave little to no fucks that he was still taking enough rounds to down an Rhino. Natalie watched on, as the ramparts slash walls were cleaned out, and most of the area in itself, was almost emptied. Watching as Victor came back, detonator in hand, she smiled underneath, looking over at her fiancee's stance and the ferocity that just oozed even despite the faceplate.
"You're too kind, Victor." She said, taking the small device, insignificant in her gauntlets, the switch small but capable of doing so much. Flicking it, the reinforced wooden and steel gates exploded into almost a million pieces, tearing apart even a huge section of wall that a few of the men were hiding behind, blowing it inwards. She raised her M134, the barrel already spinning, as some men tried to run out, and found the noise of a shitcannon on the other side, Natalie standing tall as she did, and gunning them down quick and thin, before pausing the fire, and hearing footsteps behind, or at least the noise of a ping on the suit's sensor system. Turning around, she lowered the minigun, seeing the three Juggernauts again.
"Well....seems like you finally arrived. What kept you so long, huh?" Natalie said, looking over, standing tall over all of them, alongside Victor, as she cackled under her visor.
"You know what we know, so it can't be stressed more that we need this place under control. Now, despite the hits we took, we'll keep point- you three, keep sweeping out the inner rooms. We'll deal with the courtyard, and secure evidence. Sound good?" She added, putting her faceplate up, revealing her combat-bruised and worn yet beautiful face.
"It is good to see you, Knight. That Apache CAS will have to wait- I do not like this at all, I mean now we're here, all it takes is for them to mobilize a defense back on the ramparts, and we could be here all day. So I saw we do it the good old fashioned way. Is it Saxon, yes? Female one, it tells from the way you stand, I want you to stick close to me, on my back. You two will have to try and keep behind Victor, until you find better cover- we'll be a larger target, da, but it will be better than you getting shredded by excess fire." She said, as Ross and Jenny stayed speechless, Ross finally breaking the silence, as the three looked at the two giants.
"Understood, Bear. Remember what we're here for, we're not here to nuke this place."
"I really don't think you understand the gravity of what shit we saw up in the mountains. This is bigger than anything I've seen....I mean, you aren't going to go ahead and walk into there quietly. Follow our lead, and let us do what we do best- I don't see you coming up with any better ideas." Natalie said coldly, looking down at the three, as she exhaled hard, checking the M134.
"After, we can deal with niceties, maybe deal with things without lead flying our way. Now, come." Natalie said, putting her faceplate down, as she moved back out onto the main street, looking at Victor, then ahead, as Ross and Jenny were just partly scared and partly confused. They seemed angry, in some crazy way, like they were in full bloodlust mode. Not like last time, where they had done it- and Ross himself knew that after Natalie's cold response, getting in the way would be a bad idea. Keeping behind Victor, who's back seemed like it was like a giant bulletproof human shield, was probably the best idea for now, as Ross checked the Mk48's barrel, and the Holo sight atop it. Enemies came quick and thin, as they already pushed into the compound, and lead flew.

Natalie's M134 buzzed, as Jenny kept behind, opening up with the MG4 on the far rampart, Natalie taking out a set of enemies behind a vehicle pool, as the vehicles' metal did nothing for cover, the bullets flying at the soldiers in front. Even Juggernauts weren't going to pack enough armor for a job like this- but Jenny knew that if it wasn't for the big Russian lady in front of her, the volume of fire coming her way would be far scarier. For Natalie, this caliber of sustained fire was tolerable, just about at least, and she knew it wasn't exactly the best of situations, when both her own and Victor's suits had taken a beating from Phoenix, back at the command center. Yet it was the cover that they could give, and Natalie and Victor, as they moved through the destroyed gate and into the courtyard, had done mostly the job that was needed, as Ross put down a set of enemies with sustained fire, feeling a few ping off his side, as he barely managed to swing around and stop an enemy switching to the GP-34 under his AK-12, as Ross sent a volley of unaimed 7.62 his way.
"Holy shit! You weren't half lying! Carl, let's clear the inside, seems like some sort of hub of some sort. Terrorist Central, right this way. Bear, Brute, we're moving in- Saxon will stick with you, if you need some flanking done. If you see any ammunition caches or supplies out there, you good to take it out?"
"One step ahead, my friend! You might want to be careful in there, those corridors are thin, and I don't want you becoming processed meat, understand?" Natalie said in her typically cold Russian accent, perhaps a little more chilled than it would be to Victor, for certain reasons that had to be maintained.
"On it. Carl, keep point, let's try and find a way though all of this then get up on the walls. Or what's left of it." Ross said, as Jenny kept using Natalie's rear as cover from the main fire that was on the other side of the fort's interior, the noise of the minigun churning enemies, as suddenly, the noise of rumbling becoming louder as Natalie ceased fire, to give Jenny a chance to take down some enemies, as well as conserve the minigun's now almost glowing orange barrels. It wasn't natural, whatever it was, Jenny realized.
"Saxon, or whatever your name is, try and manuever to the left, to that vehicle pool! I'd move quick!" Natalie said, as she then changed back to the private communication channel with Victor.
"Shit...the backblast is going to be bad on this one, I've held it for far too long..." Natalie said, aware that Victor knew what was about to happen. The gas caught light, and Natalie's rear exausted them, the noise like card being ripped apart, as Jenny heard the noise, but didn't look. The sight of it was incomprehensible, but something that the enemies almost saw as fear in itself. The beast exhausted flames too, it almost appeared.
"The fuck was that?" She said to herself, unaware that Natalie's rear end had a mind of it's own, as she switched back to the regular channel, rather relieved as she pinged up a set of enemies on her HUD by some defenses, already firing on them as bullets pinged off her, aware shit had really gone to it's climax now.

[BigPapaBelial]

Nolan resighted his rifle, trying to get a bead on another runner on the ramparts. As he did, something big appeared in the corner of his scope view. He blinked and flicked his reticle down to it. And instantly stopped dead. He couldn't even remotely believe what he was seeing.

Victor stepped out of cover just moments before, and that's what Nolan saw. The immense giant stepping out into the open, presenting a clear profile for nearly everyone in an 1000m circle around him. Guns chattered, mostly from the fort trying to pick him off. But nothing seemed to work. He strode forward confidently, GMG raised and pumping rounds into the fort's courtyard, clearing cover in advance to keep the fighters within on the back foot.

Nolan reached out and nudged Andrew. Then leaned in and pointed towards the front gate of the fort, "Look at that...is that a human being? That guy we took out on the dam looks like a figurine in comparison to this guy!" Nolan returned to his gun, still shocked at the sight of the man in the heavy suit.

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Carl thumped into cover a short distance beside Ross, swung up and mounted his LMG onto a wood spar just above him. He fired accurately up at the fighters opposite them, grinning broadly as he does, "Have I mentioned how much I love my job?" He suppressed a bunch of fighters down. He tossed a grenade up front chasing some fighters out of cover. He stepped all the away out, and began quick blurts of his LMG, clearing the path towards the fort and the rendezvous with Victor and Natalie.

When they did make it Carl lowered his LMG for a few brief moments. There was just something about the two. They were like Chronos and Gaia. Zeus and Hera. Two primal forces, like two towers of rock with the ocean beating against them in a tide of gunfire and explosions. Carl had been in alot of shit since he donned the Juggernaut suit. He'd faced down enough men to have killed entire armies. Taken out armored detachments and pill boxes. Blown open doors with sticks of C4 and kicked down walls by sheer weight and strength alone. But he'd heard of moments where Victor had taken 7.62 rounds to the chest and walked away. Or supposedly flipped a half-ton technical on it's back and then torched it.

Carl felt very small as they approached the two.

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Victor took a .308 round right to the side of the helmet as Carl and Ross joined them. He barely reacted as he pivoted, his HUD highlighting where the marksman hid, then drew one of his USAS12s, and fired off five rounds. The modified penetrator rounds kicking right through the shooters cover and painting the wall behind him a very nice Coquelicot red. He then turned took look at the smaller Juggernauts. Despite the weight of fire, which had slackened quite abit as the long rifles started booming again, having taken a short break that they had. The shooters around the fort were busy keeping their heads down, not wanting to get hit by those big rounds.

Victor nodded in greeting to the smaller juggernauts, "Well well, boozhoo gentleman and lady." He bowed slightly in respect to Jenny. He could tell it was a woman under all that armoring. It was clear, he'd learned how to tell the difference over many years of working with Natalie.

Victor lead the way into the fort with his two smaller shadows. Carl ducked in behind Victor as they began to move, and made to exit and move up when Ross ordered him forward, "Sure thing Cap." He stepped out and around to the side. Leading the way forward. His lighter, but no less protective armor, allowing him to get into a point position a quick as he could. His smaller LMG coughing and chattering as he cleared out harder to hit targets. He also ducked and weaved. Grenade from Victor's big Grenade machine gun cranked past him, the big man letting them sail past the smaller man with pinpoint accuracy, blowing holes in walls for Carl to shoot into.

Victor heard the telltale rrrrp of Natalie letting one off, "Is it wrong that I'm developing a fart fetish I wonder?" He gave Ross a swat, and pointed ahead, "There my friend, take that position. And let's get inside the fort." He blink targeted the remains of the main gate into the fort, and launched the last of his rockets. His rocket launchers clicked empty, then began to reload. The last bit of the gate blew off their hinges, and flew inward. Victor crowed as he made his way up towards the opening, "Knock knock! We're you're neighbours. The ones who you blew up our back yard!" He strode forward confidently. Watching as Carl ducked around the dismantled gate and made his way inside the fort's courtyard.

[FourtyTwo]

(I wanted a continuation post- sorry if it's shorter than usual.)

Natalie kept on firing, the weapon blaring louder than anything that was being fired back, as she replied to Victor.
"You'll have more of that later on, if it's your taste Brute." Natalie said, chuckling a little, as she flung herself through the courtyard, the damaged suit still taking 7.62 hits with ease, as she gunned down enemies holding the far end of the courtyard.
"Saxon, get some charges up on those Shilkas there, we'll keep this under control.. Keep our flanks suppressed." She said, aware that it had been a good run so far,
"Understood." Jenny simply responded, avoiding the tremble in her voice, as she moved round the motor pool, keeping up a regular consistent supression fire on any enemies around the area, but she was really picking off the lucky few that hadn't been shreded by the sheer volume of bullets raining from the M134, or the shrapnel from the XM307's rampage. Natalie felt her HUD ping up a new set of enemies, and she turned her fine attention to her, the mighty giants rampaging through, as they knew it was something that had the force of nature behind it. Already laying down some fire on the enemies concentrated around a raised corner of the Fort found themselves mutilated by the fire, torn apart and giving Jenny the time to move through. She was well armored enough, she thought to herself, but these two, were a new level. Pulling out a sachel, she slid it under one of the Shilkas, one of three, aware the reaction would be enough to detonate the set quickly, due to the ammunition cache behind it. She was no expert, but they'd be out of action easily enough, had they had to fall back.
"Charge set- falling back to the motor pool!" She said over the comms, running with the MG4 in one hand and her left loose, as she almost sprint-ran back across a small section of the courtyard, sliding behind a burnt-out UAZ for cover as she detonated it.

Ross looked back to Carl, covering with his Mk48, as he pointed to the gatehouse.
"On me, Carl! I think there's a way onto the walls!" Ross said, moving to the side of the gate and finding a wooden door, kicking it in with ease as he quickly took down one hostile in the room, before heading up a set of thin stairs. It was hard, but it was do-able, just for them. A man lept on him from the top, knife in hand, Ross feeling the man beat down but it was something he could quickly reply to. Almost using the man's momentum that he had used, he turned over, flipping the odds as Ross came down on the Taliban fighter armed with a seriously large knife of some sort, and quickly turned the knife back, aware the suit had taken a stab in the center of the plate, but it hadn't gone through. Quickly clambering up, Ross dusted himself off, Mk48 raised again.
"Motherfucker. Onwards." Ross simply said, as he rolled his body to the side with his feet, moving up as he kept his head down, lobbing a M67 over first, to clear the immediate area of the stairwell leading up to the ramparts. The noise of screams followed as it went off, Ross following and feeling a few hits from AKMs, among other weapons, as he supressed back, giving Carl a chance to get a more accurate shot on, as they pushed up onto the walls of the Fort, Ross quickly feeling the heat but making sure he could suppress back. Moving behind a pile of empty crates, Ross mounted the Mk48 up on it's Bipod, already laying down some more concentrated fire on one flank that hadn't been completely demolished by the Heavies, taking out a DSHKM, or "Dushka" as was usually easier to say. He switched to his M32, already pushing his cover and laying down 40 mike fire on the far end, giving Carl a better chance to set up a position to fire from after about twenty seconds of suppression fire, already laying down some more extensive cover with the hefty M32, clearing out a entrenched tower, as he came back around to the Mk48.
"Carl, move around the walls- I think the Heavies have got shit down there sorted, we need to sweep out the MANPADS on this area. Bound to be some potentially medium-range missiles and Igla installations, if intel is correct." Ross simply said, as he kept up the supression fire, feeling bullets patter his armor from time to time, but he could take this shit.

[BigPapaBelial]

Nolan hrmed, taking his eye off his scope briefly, and tapped his radio, "Ground Team, this is the Angels on your shoulders. Be advised. Inside those walls, we can't provide long range support. You're on your own. We'll continue to pick off targets of oppurtunity outside the fort walls."

He patted Andrew on the shoulder, "Ground team is out of sight. Let's do what we can from here. We still have work to do."

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Victor planted himself in the middle of one half of the courtyard. He unleashed a hail of grenades, shreding anyone who tried to step up on his position. He grinned broadly, honestly looking forward to later, "I'm quite interested in what happens then my dear." He turned unsheathing one of his shotguns and gunning down some soldiers who tried to rush him. He chuckled loudly, slotting the shotty away smoothly, and continuing to fire with his GMG. He laughed darkly, "We are the grim bloody fables that you've heard of in your darkest dreams! We survived Brussels, survived your amazon giantess! We have survived more then you can ever imagine! Come at me you bastards!" He continued to fire angrily.

Elsewhere Carl blindfired around a corner. Taking a moment to check the corner. He looked over at Ross, then looked towards the guardhouse. "Gotcha! I see it!" Carl let his LMG swing, and grabbed his shotgun off his shoulder. He swung into the room moments behind Ross. He scanned the room then followed his partner up the stairway. Reaching the top he body checked a man to the ground, putting some flechette ammo into the man's chest. Ripping a gruesome hole in him.

He turned and started to pump rounds down the top of the walls. Men ducking to avoid the long rifle shots, were absolutely shreded by the dart rounds from his shotgun. He started down the walls, "We got this." He proceeded down the walls, heading for one of the redoubts "I've got this one." He stepped out onto the circular fortification, a cache of IGLA launchers leaning against the walls. He motioned to Ross, "Go. I got this one." He tossed a C4 stick among the launchers, then followed after Ross, as he went he clicked the detonator, part of the wall and the launchers going up in a ball of flame and cooking off ammo.

[FourtyTwo]

Andrew looked over, nodding.
"Indeed. I see a set moving towards the gates, 650m. Three tangoes, all ripe for bullets." Andrew said, watching through his own scope, adjusting the XM500, as he tracked in front of the movers. The rifle kicked hard against his shoulder, the bullet quickly wiping the first man out, with a decisive shot through the chest, almost abruptly stopping anything that the man carried forwards in momentum. He let Nolan finish the other two, the .50 rounds not fucking around when they hit, and putting down whatever was in their path. The area was mostly cleared, but Andrew knew that whatever the titans and the Juggernauts in the built-up area hadn't cleaned, they would.
"Five more, reference point, water well 100m right of the previous targets. Ranging, 640, wind is 3 m/s to the north. Fire when ready." The New Zealander said, adjusting the XM500, and quickly pinging one of the men. The shot missed, but the second, did not, hitting the man at the back of the pack. They'd be running now, but that was something he knew Nolan could deal with.

Meanwhile down in the fort, and things had gotten nastier. The three ZSU Shilkas went up, following Jenny's detonation of one, disabling the other three, as the first was utterly destroyed, and a fuel cache behind caught light and disabled the other two, badly. She kept up supressive fire, but had to fall back, aware she was taking a lot of heat. And the Heavies weren't. Natalie felt the shots echo all over her, the volume of fire heavy and enough to stop an Elephant in it's tracks, no less. Her body underneath was bare, to say the least, but it was how the Amazon came to what she did. Taking down a machine gun nest with a huge volley of M134 tracer rounds, tearing the sandbags by the DSHkM apart, she moved forwards, letting Saxon deal with the rest, as she moved forwards, moving into a camoflaged netting, some sort of command structure She let her M134 down to her side, and kept her Spetsnaz Shovel ready, the enlarged weapon sturdy in her hands, as she knew this would be some CQC through here. One of the men tried to outflank her and jump on her side, but it was a frisky fling, that Natalie could respond to. She almost used the momentum and threw him on the floor, Shovel in her right coming down with him and with a significant force, landing in his neck. Withdrawing it, she walked over, feeling bullets ahead, and chuckled loudly, almost audible through her faceplate, as she saw the man with the RPK fire hopelessly. She threw the Shovel with a certain precision and aim that wasn't unexpected of a Spetsnaz operator, yet due to it's size, looked like she was flinging a Longsword. The shovel landed right in the man's chest, as she felt another run with a Scimitar of some sort, the claustrophobic environment hard for her to move in, yet her skill showing. She let him go forth, and came within inches of being stabbed, disarming the man with her gauntleted hands, already grabbing a hard hold, as she looked him right in the eyes, the fear on the Officer clear. She threw him down and walked over, her stomach gargling, as she let loose with a vile fart that ignited, just before him. The man screamed loudly, probably shitting himself at the thought of this firebreathing beast that didn't take bullets, as she put her faceplate down.
"I'm the big bear here, you hear!" She screamed, as she stepped on his neck, killing him, as she put it down, her bloodlust flowing, the Amazon fully almost growling as she realized the post was now clear, and that the silence had just been her entering a state of total anarchy. She put her faceplate down, retrieved her Spetsnaz Shovel from the man, now on the floor and bleeding heavily to his death, before looking over the desk. She let the camera on the side of her head stream the footage, of the documents, and the other intel she saw, aware too much shit was going down outside the area of the camouflage net. Taking her M134, she licked her lips, and walked back out, the 7"5 suit and giant within a force of nature in it's own right, with Brute already blowing half the area apart to boot.
"Intel's secured, I recorded it, and all the high rankers are dead. They don't understand who's the head bitch here, it seems." She said in her cold Russian accent, already moving back out and helping Brute to clear out the rest, in the far of the compound, by a set of barracks within that housed some men, all who ran with AK-12s and whatever weapons to hand.

On the walls, Ross laid down the fire, as Carl clacked off the charge. The set of Iglas went up, and took out part of the wall, collapsing it behind them as it fell into the outer ditch, the explosion significant enough and blowing apart even enemies below. It was an awesome sight, as Ross and Carl continued down the wall, Ross particularly switching to his M32 to dish out some more fire on some of the enemies. It was not much compared to in the courtyard, but substantial, as he finished the cylinder off, taking out the stands for two launchers on the other side, and knocking them down so that they would not be redeployed easily again.
"Merlin, this is Knight, we're almost done here. Can you send any Apaches over to help us out? The AA is mostly offline, we could do with some backup with the rest." Ross asked, as he moved from the position behind a set of empty gas canisters, to a part of demolished wall, firing with the Mk48 accurately at two tangoes, before lighting up another that fired an RPG into the compound inaccurately, the warhead flying off into the gatehouse wall rather than into any of the Heavies. The shot threw the insergent off the roof, as Ross fired another set of rounds into a another grouping, taking them out quickly.
"Affirmative, five minutes Knight. We're sending Mechanized Infantry platoon "Whiskey" your way to help clean up the mess. You're only nine miles from the Chinese border- and what we don't clean, the Chinese will." He heard, as Ross headed over the cover, laying down more fire.
"Got it. This place has no civies, we're within the Fort with IR strobes. Watch for the two big friendlies, the gunners won't fucking believe the cameras when they see it." Ross replied, as he moved up, laying down fire for the other Canadian Jug to push forwards with his lighter LMG and his slightly lighter armor, giving him the drop and the edge when shit hit the fan.

[BigPapaBelial]

Nolan slid a new magazine into his big rifle. He worked the bolt to get a round into the chamber. He sighted in, he repeated Andrew's directions to make sure he had them clear, "6 5 0...at the gates...3 meters a second from the north you said...and...got them..." He reached up, adjusting some things on his scope. Took aim again, then fired, his round flying out about 2 seconds after Andrew's it hit the other man and made him do a really neat back flip, landing in a heap at the foot of a low wall. He worked his bolt again, moving his sight over to the other target. He bit his tongue abit, getting a good lead on the man, then sucked his tongue back into his mouth. He grinned evilly, and pulled the trigger again. This man's head and shoulder vanished as the round hit just below the neck. Nolan let out his breath, "Oops..."

The Canadian Sniper shifted his sight over to the five new targets, "Kill shots brother..." He sighted in, picking off another of the men, blowing off his leg, "Damn that show was low..." He worked the bolt, shifting over, and blowing the next tango down smoothly. "Nearing empty...gonna need a new mag after the next shot. The last two out of this group will be yours man." He sighted in on another runner. Then fired, he watched the bullet. The man must have been carrying something explosive, and his bullet set it off, because it tore him and one of the last two guys apart with a large explosion. Nolan hrmed, taking his eye off his scope as he cleared his rifle, "That was...something..." He let Andrew take the last shot as he scanned for more targets.

Victor stood in the courtyard. Having put his GMG on his back, not wanting to risk collateral damage to the team with the explosives. Instead he turned in a slow circle. His USAS12s in hand. Spitting those penetrator rounds around him in a hail of rounds. He purposefully made himself a very large target, pulling aggro on himself to keep it off the lighter juggernauts and off his fiance. He felt something ping off the back of his armor at one point. He turned to look down at 3 men, each wielding sledge hammers. One of them was muttering, "Not a good idea..." Over and over again. They all turned to run. Victor grabbed one of them by the back of his head, and drove him face first into the ground. Victor unsheathed one of his tomahawks, stepping forward and planting the blade of the axe into the knee of the second man. Leaving him squirming and screaming in pain. The last man was faster. Already running for cover. Victor pulled the large gunstock club out of it's sheath on his left thigh. Made a kneeling forward step and threw the club. The knife sized spike atop it glimmered as the club spun end over end. The knife spike slammed into the man's upper back, and he dropped, grunting in pain, no longer able to feel the rest of his body as the spike had severed his spine. Victor crushed the other two men under his boots as he strode over to the one with the club in his back. The big Norwegian/Mohican giant leaned down, "I'm going to leave you here...you're going to watch everything we do. You're going to witness it all. You shall tell the tale. And then, somewhere down the line. I'll come back for you. You won't be able to hide. You won't be able to run. Nor live a long full life." He ripped the club out of the man's back. Making sure he wouldn't bleed to death. Then dragged the man into relative safe cover where he could watch it all happen. Victor then went back to being a target. Firing accurately, keeping heads down, creating oppurtunities for everyone within.

Carl bunkered down beside his partner, sliding new rounds into his shotgun. Once loaded he put the tube on his back, and pulled up his LMG again. He peeked out of cover, "Keep up the fire man." He stepped up and clear of the cover. LMG nestled into his shoulder. Striding forward. Gunning down any that he could. He could feel rounds ping and kick off his armor, he thanked all goodness that none of it was .50 cal. But there was still rounds out there. He watched a hail of rounds come from the courtyard as Victor joined in on the two lighter Juggs to make their progress easier. He watched AQ and Tali fighters get ripped apart by the penetrating rounds. Carl got back into cover, and laid down cover for his British friend to push up, "Come on brother! Let's clear this out. I don't wanna be up here when gunfighters show up."

Close by, more or less, several Apache gunships, members of the slightly expanded Spear Flight, were buzzing back towards Bagram when a request by Command came through for them to divert and assist units in the mountains. The three choppers had swung in and made for the position. As they rolled up the valley, they could see gun fire, explosions and flames. One of the pilots whistling, "Wooo, look at that. Who ever these fellas are, they know how to party. Check for strobes. Let's help these guys out, push all enemy fighters out and towards the chinese border. Let the Chinese Army cook them off. Give them something to do." The chopper swooped overhead, then settled in to begin helping.

[FourtyTwo]

Natalie continued to fire her M134, the multi-barreled weapon growling and almost growing an orange hot, as she took down a few more men, tearing many holes in them, as she stepped over some bodies, carrying on, feeling the AK rounds ping off, harmlessly. The last of the men from the barracks went down, following Victor's USAS12 barrage almost completely turning to shreds the rest, as it quickly emerged what the situation was. They'd cleaned this area of the fort. Even Saxon, or Jenny's MG4 had come quiet, as they all somehow realized what had happened. Walking around, she kept the barrels spinning, taking out one more man that ran from behind a car, quickly having most of his former self projected onto the far wall of the fort.
"Shit. Courtyard is clear. Knight, looks like we haven't got any more to take out. There's bodies a foot high in places- I think that estimate of 200 was around good." Natalie said, chuckling over the comms, as she looked to her side, to Victor.
"That was intense. I could really do with some R and R after this." She said to him, looking around, aware that the fight wasn't totally done. Walking back to the front, at the gate, she saw a few Taliban troopers running, to then instantly stop in their stride.
"Bad luck!" She yelled, as she raised the M134, and the weapon barked loudly, the weapon not even combatable by the Taliban soldiers, who shot, and then ran. Neither of which fazed Natalie, as she tore them apart, the heavy minigun recoiling hard but doing it's job.

On the walls, Ross kept moving, already firing as he felt rounds slam into him, one in his groinplate and another in the helmet, but he didn't care. He was moving, and fast. He laid down a hail of 7.62 fire as he walked, aware that down below, hell was being raised also. The noise of 30mm rounds, followed by FFAR rockets into the village was booming, but not as much as the XM307 locally.
"Good hits, Spear. Hold fire on Fort, we've got this. Over." Ross said, as he kept up the fire ahead onto a set of enemies moving out, clipping them with a couple of shots in the torso, from standing not bad. Looking around, he checked for more targets, checking the ammo line from his ammunition assault pack, before quickly lowering the weapon.
"Shit, Bear, this place is clear. I'm not even sure how the fuck we just did that." He said, as she laughed.
"Welcome to rolling with us." She replied, as she stopped firing, Ross putting up his visor, aware the area was clear. He looked over to the far side of town, where a bunch of Warrior FV510 IFVs rolled through, carving a path through the main route in town. The Apaches circled again, quickly cleaning up a set danger close to the IFVs, as they came in, barely fording a river that flowed close to the Fort, before making their way to the front. Ross and Carl headed down, aware that they were going to get relieved.

Natalie made her way back into the fort, looking to Victor.
"Your friends are here. We'll sweep this intel up, and get out of here. Our Chinook should be coming back- no AA left to interfere now, our LZ was a ballsy one." She said, reminding him of the fact that they were lucky to insert when MANPADS were up, and that it was something that the Chinook pilot had taken with an incredible pinch of salt on his approach. Flares and ECM jamming must have been used, she reminded herself, or they'd be bags of meat in metal.
"Intel seems to suggest what we saw at the command post, confirming it. That thing, Phoenix, wasn't the only one. And that the Group, is called "Ravenclaw". Saw their name on a document somewhere- seems to suggest they're multi-cultured. Rogue elements of Chinese, Iranian, Indian, Russian and Brazilian governments, centered on a central terrorist axis- they're not connected, but extremist elements, the odd politician or two, businessmen and extremists who profit are in. Explaining the Russian guns. And Brussels." Natalie said, as she put her faceplate fully up, kissing Victor's, revealing the Lightening pattern on her face, with her blonde hair on a bun visible just. Her face was dirty, but gritty in a way you'd expect it to be. She swung the M134 on her side, walking to the command tent again.

Walking in, she looked at the papers a little closer.
"Suggests Ravenclaw forces are out of theater now. We wiped out a good cert, but this says the rest are going into Pakistan. And then dispersing, I bet. Roughly 1,000 soldiers, armed with modern equipment. Even Western gear. Shit. Add to that the intel about the other armored suits, and that's a problem." Natalie said, as she found a sturdy metal box, about the height of her rear, as she took one of the pieces of paper to hand, and sat on it, the giant's weight almost crushing it but the boxes of ammo held.
"Taliban and AQ are being fucked up on a royal scale. This was one of their last big strongholds. And we just emptied it clean. Ravenclaw wants to hit the West hard. We just retaliated, but I hope it wasn't for nothing. It's got a good web of intel on the other stuff, locations of other international internment points. Where they lay their head low. A few places on the planet, it seems, some surprising, others not so much. I can't infer much here, but it's useful, if we want to know where to go next." Natalie said, as she looked over to him.
"These suits might be a little more than hit hard...but we're still Gods, Victor." Natalie said, putting it back, as she stood up, already reaching up to Victor, and undoing his visor, her lips hitting his, as she tongued, tightening her arms as she then let go, already a smirk back to her face. She walked past, and slapped him hard on the back of the suit, by his rear, before turning her head back.
"And I sure as shit know you'll kick some ass rain or shine. That guy still alive?" Natalie asked, pointing to a man in the middle bleeding moderately, the one Victor had dealt with earlier, as the other Jugs came into the compound, visors up, as the Mechanized Infantry moved through the rest of the village slowly and carefully.

"Aye aye." Ross said, finding an oil drum to sit on, barely coming down comfortably, as he saw Jenny come over, her helmet off and in her left hand, her MG4 in her right. For a moment, all of the soldiers there saw eye to eye, Natalie looking around.
"You did good, Knight. For your size, you are more than capable." She said, as Ross laughed.
"We did our part, Bear. What we had to." Ross replied, aware he was playing with fire here, aware they were just waiting now for the British infantry to move in.
"Call me Natalie. This is Victor, if you didn't know. And as you know from before, we're more than just some ghost stories. This is what we do for a living. We want the bastards to pay for Brussels as much as you. We have the wounds to prove it." Natalie said, looking to Victor, before looking to the Juggs in a steely way.
"Jesus, so it was you. Who saved those people." Jenny said, gulping, in the thought.
"We almost died for them. He almost had a bullet planted into his heart, and I've got too many nine mil rounds that have had to be pulled out. Sacrifice is sometimes worthwhile." Natalie said in her cold Russian accent, looking over in a certain glare.
"You understand, but do not feel it. There are oceans of blood to be created for those responsible. We have only begun. And as have you. Today. A long and dark road to redemption lies ahead of us, but we shall get it." Natalie said, widening her stance, as Ross took her into account. Nothing could deny it. The two were titans, just massive. They were large, beyond scale. It felt as if if he ran into either of them, he'd just bounce off, like hitting a brick wall. It wouldn't be a good occasion to try it.
"I guess so. You're friendlier than they say." Ross said, as Natalie laughed, looking over at the smaller soldiers in general. They were good, but not Giants, or like Ares and Athena were when they made their presence clear.
"You found us on a good day then. Shit, that was good." Natalie said, looking to Victor.
"Anyway, our ride's here in five minutes. Good luck, you three. It has been a pleasure." She said, offering a hand to Ross. Her massive armored gauntlet shook Ross's smaller gloved hand, herself chuckling, as she looked over, aware Ross had something on his mind.
"And before you ask...Victor is my fiancee. I can tell it from your eyes, Ross, you are looking in a way that only men with a hard-on do. But I will permit it." She said, walking over, her voice booming slightly, the Russian accent amplifying it almost.
"And very, very few men get to hear that. Have fun." She said, walking away, leaving Ross in a state of disbelief.
"Oh come on!" He said to the other two, Jenny laughing, as Ross got off the oil drum, and looked over at the two walking away, the masses walking out the front gate, the noise of a Chinook in the distance.

[BigPapaBelial]

Carl stepped out of cover again, striding towards a small group of fighters who just wouldn't give up. He spat rounds from his 249 accurately, gunning down fighters as he went. He didn't see it immediately when he felt a kick against his leg. His knee locking up, and he dropped to one knee. One of the fighters having bought out an RPK LMG. He had it braced against a low wall and was spitting rounds out of it's drum mag at the Juggernaut. Carl growled, reaching up, pulling three grenades off his harness, pulling all the pins and rolling the frags along the ground into the midst of the men. He tucked, raising his arms over his head, and lowering his head. The frags went off, obliterating the men behind cover. Carl could feel shrapnel pinging off his armor. As the fire, dust and noise died off he looked up and scanned the area. No one left. He heard some groaning, a few of the fighters sounded hurt. He didn't really spare a moment. These guys had done far far worse. One man to bleed out slowly and painfully is just one little bit of payback for what they caused so far.

Victor stood in the courtyard. He'd stopped firing as it seemed most of the resistance had either been killed off, driven out, or were now encountering the military elements coming into the area. He turned slow circles. His USAS12s held out on either side of him, he trusted to his radar and optical HUD to tell him if there was anything else he needed to shoot at. He almost looked like some deity. Arms outstretched and blessing the masses of dead. He finished his turn, facing toward Natalie, "Gods that we are luv. We cleaned house today." He almost purred as he returned the kiss she planted on his lips after removing the faceplate. He grinned as he turned around at the man sitting against a wall. Victor nodded, a somewhat evil grin on his face, "Yep...he's going to tell the tale. I'm going to drag him with us until we reach an area we can dump him and his friends can pick him up. He won't life unless he gets a doctor within the next 5 hours. And I don't think his friends can get that in time. But he'll have enough time to tell them just what we and our little friends." He gestured to Jenny, Carl and Ross as they approached them. "Can do. See what I'm saying? I think the other side, will be very wary when it comes time for them to do something else. Who knows what will come their way. They will have to keep their best on alert and stretch their elite thin to combat us."

Carl took up the rear in the little column of three that made up the Military Juggernauts. He walked over and clasped Victor's arm in a warriors clasp. Grasping the bigger man's wrist. Victor returning the gesture. Carl nodded, "We did do good didn't we? This was incredible. The rumours we hear about you two out in the wild is incredible. And then seeing what you did in Brussels. Honor to work with you."

Nolan lead the way into the base. Followed close by Andrew. His rifle slung over his shoulder. Nolan's face is cover in a fine dusting of sand and dirt. The blast from the rifle kicking it up each shot. He walked over to the group, then hopped up into a barrel, "Incredible, truly incredible, you all are like virtuosos of destruction. I'm flabbergasted."

Victor grinned, walking over to his meatbag that he intends to use as a statement. Picking up the man and slinging the bleeding man across his shoulders, "Take care gentleman and lady. We'll be in touch." He then followed Natalie out the gate. Making for their chinook.

Carl shook his head and slapped Ross on the shoulder, "Need some aloe for that burn man?" He grinned, "Eyeing up another man's woman. That would get you killed in some places." He laughed softly.

Victor stepped up onto the chinook, "Pilot, swing us out towards enemy territory on our way back, I have a present here I want to leave to these guys." Victor offered Natalie a hand up into the Chinook, "You know if you wanted to frighten that Captain back there, you could have just drawn your cannon on him." He laughed deeply.

[FourtyTwo]

(I re-wrote this post almost entirely- it takes a different sort of approach, since I really wanted something long (but I really skimped out on the first half I feel).)
(Also, awkward- I forgot Nolan's first name, and Andrew's second. I think his is Harris.)

Ross chuckled, as he looked to the other two.
"What can I do? I mean, you know...in this life or the next if women like her are around, I will probably get killed, you are right on that one. Didn't even have one, you know." Ross said, shaking his head, as he knew full well, she had done it out of fear-induction.
"To be fair to you Captain, she is a stunner. Not many large women retain that sort of beauty. I don't blame you for it, but make no mistake, that isn't mechanized. That's muscle and strength under that, both of them make us look like bugs." Jenny said in response, as she looked over to the snipers, who'd come in after the fight, moving through the town.
"Lads and Jenny, some Warrant Officer wants to talk to you. Says they need you outside." Andrew said, quickly pointing over, as Ross got off his barrel, the others behind.
"Fair enough. Let's see what they think of this madness." He said, as they headed to the gate, Natalie and Victor gone about two minutes ago or so.

Walking out, the FV510 Warrior came to a stop, with the rest of the infantry disembarking from the rear, one in particular moving over to the Juggernauts and the Snipers, who had walked out of the demolished front gate of the fort.
"Captain Henderson? Shit, you Juggernauts really are insane. Chief Warrant Officer Welch at your service." The Brit said, wearing a regular MTP uniform, with a Osprey Assault Vest and helmet, with a mesh net on it. He seemed pretty much like the others, the rank distinguishing him in particular.
"Yep, that's me. This is Lieutenant Carl Cardinal and Sergeant Jennifer Morrison. These wookies here are Lieutenant Nolan and Staff Sergant Harris." Pointing to the other two in the team and then the snipers, Ross kept his helmet in his left, and his Mk48 in his right, aware that the three were intimidating indeed in their stance, and the heavy Juggernaut suits they wore.
"You came late. Two contractors did most of this, ghost stories that you've probably heard are actually fucking real, but beyond that, this place is cleared. Shitloads of supplies, AA and militants, dead. I hear you're cleaning up- you may need more than a few mops for this one." Ross added, as the WO was amazed, looking beyond the three well armoured soldiers.
"Fucking hell....you aren't lying. We're setting up a Camp in here, Whiskey Company is setting up it's IFVs adjacent to the place, infantry are inside. The walls and everything are still standing, so it's still an important strategic defence in the area. Gunfighters have got them on the run to the Chinese borders, so we're going to work Anti-Insurgency from this place- the Royal Engineers are meant to be here by 1100 hours, and we've got a good amount of defences and barracks to set up. Not sure what your orders are from here, but you're welcome to join us here till they come through." Welch said, as Ross looked at the rest of the British contingent in the company, sweeping the town and the general area, going in also.
"Well, we're up for that. We need a resupply and some kip, so something for something I guess." Ross replied, as WO Welch nodded, looking over.
"We've got a couple of lorries coming in now. Help yourselves to what you need- this is some seriously nice work. No doubt you took bullets in those suits, we've heard stuff about you all over the place." Welch added, as Ross chuckled.
"We've travelled far and wide, but it's what we dish out, Warrant Officer." Ross simply said, as he looked around, back to his team.
"Well....off we fuck for some ammo and sleep." Ross said simply, as Jenny shook her head, in the simple manner he said it, before falling in, swinging her MG4 over her shoulder.

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Natalie clambered into the Chinook, following behind Victor, as she watched him put him somewhere the opposite of comfy.
"Shame I wasn't unarmored, or else I'd of drawn both of my plump two cannons on him." Natalie said, laughing giddily, as she then checked her M134.
"Scaring people with words sometimes works better. Lasts a lot longer, mentally fucks them." She added, as she took her faceplate off completely, leaving it on her neckbrace, as she looked to Victor, cuddling up closer by his side as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, looking him in the eyes.
"You're the only person I fear, you know. Brings my heart rate up, any other human, not so much you know? I mean....you're that spark on crude oil. Just waiting to really surprise me..." Natalie said, edging closer as she kissed him on the cheek, the Pilot a little awkwardly interupting.
"30 seconds, we've got a small enemy outpost below. Do what you need to, Brute." He said, as Natalie edged out, letting Victor get up, and grab the body.
"Shit, seems like you're going to show these bastards we remember the wounds." Natalie said far more seriously, as she stood herself, following behind as she raised the M134, the rear door gunner backing out the way, coming between the two as he moved to the front, Natalie aware her M134 in her hands was more powerful than the M240 that the crewman had just manned. The side door gunners barked open their M240s, as Natalie followed suit with her minigun, spitting hot lead as the Chinook hovered a few meters above the ground, giving Victor enough time to do what they do. The fire was so intense, on the small outpost, no more than 20 men in number, that they didn't bother replying, the volume of bullets and the literal spitting of hot lead all over hammering the point home. As Victor finished up, Natalie offered a hand up, the Chinook flying a little lower to scoop him, as they then pulled out, the Chinook steering hard out of any RPG or gunfire that now came back, and headed for the Chinese border, to safety. Walking back to the seats, the rear door gunner quick to get back on his M240, Natalie watched Victor take his seat, as she slyly sat on his thighs, unstrapping her ammunition rucksack to the side as she backed up, aware her rear, or at least, through the suit, just sat nicely on Victor's lap.
"Hmm...I guess they'll know what they need to know. You sitting comfortably?" Natalie asked, as she knew his response would be pretty clear-cut.

---

Five Days Later
Somewhere off the coast of Honduras
1900 Hours

The MH6 Little Bird wobbled a little as it headed offshore, the rain pouring in the midst of the thunderstorm, as Natalie adjusted her position in her Tactical Suit, the shadow black colour at this time of day hard to spot if concealed. Though there was six inches of kevlar between her bare body and the outer thick rubber coating, that allowed for slides and , she knew it was still light enough to run in, and most of all, use for various purposes. In this instance, a rebreather apparatus had been set up on the armour, with the compacted kit sitting on her front, a small tank with a diving mask, coupled with a set of Diving Goggles.
"Five mikes to LZ." The pilot said, as they flew on, Natalie looking to Victor by her side, a smirk on her face. After coming back from Afghanistan, Natalie had decided to take a break, and mercenary work always flowed through the company, needing to be sometimes filled. The people wanting this contract completed was the US Government in this circumstance, preferring to take a more hardline with this particular group, rather than deal with it officially. Wet Work like this always kept Natalie going, and besides, after it was done, they'd be dropped off the coast of Belize, for a little...well, fun. Take a few days of holiday, to do some things most mortal men would dream of doing, when the weather would improve rather than this shitstorm of rain. Their super-heavy armour was being repaired, with Natalie aware she was in the process of getting a completely new one, hers being almost shredded anyway after the events of Wakhan. So for now, these were a good filler, and this op suited just what they were about to do, as a nice paycheck. $250,000 was plenty enough for a comparatively small job like this, and from that, deducting $40,000 for the helicopter and ammunition, was really a small drop in a big paycheck that would fund their lives as the stored money in their accounts already did.

She flexed her neck, looking back, before she tucked herself closer into the seat. The neckbrace of the suit covered the entire rear of the head, being so huge to protect from explosives, but at the front, it only covered up to the chin, giving a good visibility in the front 180 degrees. She widened her legs, looking at the water meters below the helicopter, before turning back to Victor, her face wet from the spray of rain and water below.
"Remember, we're hunting a HVT, a big druglord going under the name of Pablo Rodriguez. Big cocaine factory, established on an old US naval outpost, that they developed on a peninsula jutting into the Caribbean. Could take a submarine in it's heyday in WW2, now it's abandoned and mostly dismantled, apart from our entry- an underwater piping, takes us right into the facility, where we can get sneaky and so on." She said, as she checked the AS VAL on her front, chambering a 30-round 9x19mm magazine. She had her two USP.45 pistols silenced in hip holsters, and her Spetsnaz Shovel tucked onto her forearm, when needed. Going quiet was easy with these suits- the soles of the suit's boots were designed to be virtually silent, and the profile, while large, was easy to hide with in the shadows or in concealment. A pair of flippers were attached to them, to make movement a little easier while underwater- it would still be slow, but do-able with their strengths.
"This is how we do our holidays...shit, I guess I really did sign us up for some real recreation. We've got enough C4 between us to disable and destroy both the mechanisms and the Coke that's there, before calling the bird to pull out of there, just in time for the Honduran Navy to clean up. And while the weather's bad, it's better than sunbathing at least. I guess there's some plans we can have, when this storm passes." She added, her face a slightly tanned colour, and her blonde hair tucked into a bun, yet she still looked imposing, the two dark smudges of warpaint just below her eyes, water still dripping a little off. She was a Amazon after all, and from the two....rises on her chest, to the sheer size of her body, you could tell you didn't mess with this woman.
"Check the air's flowing, masks on, and attach your flippers. Two minutes, Brute. This really is a new meaning to wet work." She added, as she pulled the mask for her rebreather from her side, and engaging the mechanism, put it on, before putting her Diving Goggles on. Her vision was a little impaired, but they were diving to 30m- and for that, they'd need more oxygen than just a regular set of oxygen tanks would give. She changed comms channels, for the dive radio, as she looked to Victor.
"And there's some seriously wet work down below that you'll have to deal with later, Victor. My rear is roaring for action too, I've got to show you what heat is really like." She said, being a massive tease, as she looked out on the slowly setting sun that barely poked a hole in the stormclouds, as the helicopter pitched, and slowly began a hovering pattern, just over the ocean. The rain made the tactical suits a slightly reflective shiny, yet covert black, that in this weather, was amplified further.
"We're about one and a half kilometers from the base itself, the suits are weight, but we won't sink entirely. Flippers are your friend here. 30 seconds." She added, as she looked to him, checking her Dive Knife placed right in a specific spot on her chest, and the chem light attached to her leg, a light green that would activate when they hit the water, and provide illumination when they went deeper. While her head would be a little wet, the suit was sealed below the head in this circumstance, to prevent water filling the suit up, so to speak. The fact of the matter was, they had a little work to do, and they'd be a hell of a force. The chopper held, about five meters off the ocean, as Natalie unstrapped herself, giving a thumbs up.
"Geronimo!" She said, as she then left the side seat of the MH6, legs straight and her arms too, as she then plunged into the deep, exhaling hard as bubbled formed past her goggles, and the warm Caribbean water kicked up against her head, the suit sinking as she adjusted her position, and began kicking, hard. The rain was heavy above the water, but below, it was quiet, with Natalie hearing only the burble of her own breathing and bubbles.

[BigPapaBelial]

Carl got to his feet, and grinned, "Careful where you try and stick your rod man. On the reserve, that could get you shanked." He grinned and patted his partner on the shoulder and gave Jenny a one armed hug, "Let's find a place to flake out. I don't know abou-..."He trailed off as Andrew relayed the news. He sighed, "Ain't no rest for the wicked." He followed Ross out of the courtyard. He looked around and nodded, watching the massing soldiers. Squads humping down into the town around the fort to clean out any hiders. Already he could hear cracks as soldiers engaged small groups that had survived the arrival of the Juggernauts. Carl smiled, enjoying the feeling of a job well done.

He smiled brightly and nodded, "There we go. We wrecked them. And now we have a moment or two to chill and rearm. I highly doubt command will want us to come out of here." Nolan reached over and gave his partner a pat on the shoulder, "Great job brother. Wonder if they have anything to munch on? I think I need a spliff to calm down after all this, and a little food would help." The Canadian Sniper sighed, "Let's find someplace to bunk down Andrew, my brother. We've been behind the lines for awhile now. I think we can call it for abit before we go back out. Even if we've beaten them here, they're going to need our eyes to clear this out. They'll go to ground, just like they always do." Nolan groaned and stretched hugely, "Bedtime kids! Lights out." He headed towards the box trucks coming in, wanting to atleast get something to eat before he found a corner to curl up in.

---

Victor grinned, "Between you and me, you'd have probably killed him with your frontside cannons love." He grinned broadly. Stepping towards her as she leaned into kiss his cheek, he reached up, grabbing her just a little roughly by the back of the head and was about to claim her lips, when the pilot called out. Victor sighed, "Always something...I'll safe that for later." He stepped over to the body, grabbed it and pulled it upwards. The man, who had passed out, letting out a gasp of pain as he came back around, "Oh good you are alive. I was positive I hadn't killed you." He pulled the man up, and pulled his helmet off with his other hand. Letting the man see the gruesome, red, black and yellow warpaint that Victor had put on some time ago. It was streaked from sweat in some places, but it still had that intimidating shape.

He growled right into the man's face, "You remember the message I told you to deliver?" The firing of the side gunners and Natalie's big rotary cannon began. Victor grinned, "You hear that? That's what your people brought down on themselves. From here on out, I see a man who professes to be a Taliban or an Al Queda and I kill him on principal. So you get to tell the other curs what happened at the fort. You tell the other curs that we'll find them. You tell them we're coming, and hell is coming with us." He stepped over to the edge of the landing ramp, and hurled the man, underhanded. Then used a voice command to fire all his rockets into the other side of the outpost, screaming at the top of his lungs, "You tell them we're coming! And Hell's coming with us. You hear me? Hell's coming with us!" He stepped back onto the Chinook, "Pilot, get us the hell out of here. This place stinks of shit. I feel like I need a bath just from being here."

The pilot quickly did as the big man said. Victor hung off the back of the Chinook by one hand and foot. Watching as the fighters below ran out to retrieve their comrade. Victor smiled, knowing that it'd only be a matter of time now.

---

Victor hrmed, "HVT huh? So no disintegration, got it." He grinned at the reference, then strapped his rebreather on, tightening it up. He also checked his kit, the warclub across the small of his back.His MP7s, and USAS12s as well. He was all kitted out and ready to go in. His own lighter tactical suit taken the place of his heavier suit. His full suit is in for repairs at a special place, the very place that helped him make it intially. They said they could have it up and running within 10 days. He hoped that would happen, he didn't want the Brute Suit out of action for too long.

Either way he rolled his shoulders and then when Natalie went over the side, he went with her. He dropped into the water, and began to swim, powerful strokes of his arms and legs sending him through the water smoothly. He breathed evenly. Cutting through the water, "And here we go. Off we go into the wild blue yonder. To make money for our own freetime." He burbled a laugh into his rebreather as he swam on towards the shore.

[FourtyTwo]

Natalie let loose, a stream of bubbles near her rear, as she kicked hard, hissing in the rebreather hard as she looked as the shallow waters that they had dropped into. It was only about 20m deep, but still, the illumination was half decent, the storm beginning to slowly pass though the area, but not that it mattered to Natalie. They had a fairly long swim, but she was muscular, being surprisingly strong. Under any armor, apart from her pretty face and her curves, she was built like a female tank. Her legs and arms were proportionate to her height, not just long, but thick, almost tree trunks in how they dominated. Beyond her two big bosoms, she had a six pack that seemed very well toned, though hard to spot, and her body, whilst elegant and beautiful, was powerful in ways that represented she took no shit. She was ex-Spetsnaz after all- and that brawn was backed up by a very ruthlessly efficient mindset. One that turned her into a killing machine more potent than her weapons alone did. Hissing into the rebreather, as a school of fish swam by, the warm tropical waters reminding Natalie that sharks were also around but not likely to fuck around with them today. Besides, Natalie knew she wasn't going to die that way, fate would never allow it. Swimming on, her legs thundering, the two black suits moved through the water with a certain grace, as they came closer, and closer.

Within fifteen minutes, Natalie saw the beginnings of what was the naval base, as she looked back at Victor, hissing hard through her rebreather.
"Through here. It's going to be tight." Natalie said, as she looked left, almost in a crouched position, as she checked the AS VAL, chambering an underwater-compatible magazine, as she looked to him.
"And since you have a fart fetish, you stay behind me." Natalie added, chortling over the radio, as she knew that at this stage, Victor wouldn't get the effect of the heat, but the pressure would hit him, and boy, did Natalie know what she was doing when she had some force in her gas. The piping seemed ancient, but the gate was rusted, and covered in coral in places. Taking a small oxy-acetlene torch from her back, she began cutting the grate with ease, quickly ripping it off, as she took her AS VAL back into one hand, and her Dive Knife in the other. The pipe was thin, but it led as a filler for the dry dock within the submarine pen, completely broken now, with all the pumps removed. It fit Natalie and Victor just- and Natalie knew that teasing Victor was a full time occupation, alongside killing people.
"In we go." She remarked, as she took her gloved left hand, with the knife in it, finding a spot to wriggle in. She kicked hard, letting the momentum take her, as she stopped her legs. Her sixth sense kicked in about where Victor was relative, and she knew this was going to be good.
"Straight on...hmm...it's going to be a wet one!" Natalie said over the comms, cackling like the devil, as suddenly, the pressure and force rocketed her forwards, as bubbles of her gas displaced water, the flurry right to Victor, as she kicked, still laughing.
"Oh, you should have never said you enjoyed them. You're going to get plenty more later...." Natalie said in an evil way, aware that this was perhaps a true revenge for when Victor hit her on the rear. Oh, she always had a way, she thought to herself.

Swimming on, through the narrow pipes, Natalie stopped, as she then heard walking above. They had gone up and she could see through the grate, the feet of one man. He wasn't talking. She couldn't stand in the pipe, but she could do something different. Inhaling hard, breathing in air at a rate most humans could only dream of, she knew the grate wouldn't be that strong. It was bolted in two places, and it moved when he stood on it, as he had initially heard. It was too narrow for them to get out here, but Natalie wanted to stir the Hornet's nest before going through. Putting her feet up against the top of the pipe and taking two hands on the grate, dive knife in her right, she saw the other man walk away, as this soldier stayed, over the small grate.
"Let me have this one. Quiet."

Natalie yanked, and the grate, which was so poorly attached from the top, came apart, the whole structure going, as the man fell, straight into the water. Natalie didn't even flinch as the man, arms outreached, was so shocked and unaware, he didn't know how quickly his life ended. Natalie thrust the Dive knife right by his neck, throwing her hand forward onto his mouth and suffocating him, pinning him down in the narrow tunnel, the man kicking and looking right into Natalie's goggled eyes, unable to see beyond the black tint as she looked right into his, with a real feeling of hatred and adrenaline combining. It took less than thirty seconds- the man must have taken water in his lungs, due to the panic, but it didn't matter. Taking the ripped out grate, she put it back up, and swam forward, dragging him and having to kick even harder. And it was one less enemy. Perhaps they'd look at the grate and moan that it was broken, but they'd never know their friend was sitting in a flooded pipe.

"Mind the body." Natalie simply said, as she kept on kicking, hoping Victor was on her back. Swimming towards another grate, she cursed, looking beyond it. It was concreted off- like the US Navy had done so to seal the passage off. But the good news was, there was a passage upwards, a little underwater but poking out into something out. It was a way out, Natalie thought to herself, observing.
"Fuck, this should be going to the submarine pen itself, but we can't go through. Dammit. Wait a second- I have a possible idea." She added, looking around at the coral in the pipe, as she bung a green chemical light forwards, the cracked tube emitting light, as she took her Oxy-Acetelene torch out again, quickly cutting through as she did on the entrance. Natalie was using up almost the rest to cut the rusted, yet thick bars, before pushing them out the way, and swimming through. The pipe seemed to be concreted here- but there was an access point, for some sort of maintenance perhaps beyond the grate. Natalie looked up, the darkness only illuminated by the green chem light, a smirk on her face as she looked around to Victor.
"Get that grapple hook ready. There's just enough room for us both here. Fire it and and set it to pull if you think it's got a stable link, otherwise, we'll crawl up it." Natalie said, as she swam upwards a little into the hollow, where a few destroyed ladder rings sat at the top- the rest had rusted and broken off, and meant that the only way up was a rope. It seemed to go into some sort of elevator shaft- a maintenance one, rather than a normal one. For carrying pallets of ammunition, rather than groups of people. A metal grated door, probably to stop people falling into the water, sat where the lift would usually go- the lift itself disabled higher in the shaft, from their perspective still in the water. Perhaps another grate covered this way down- but it wasn't there anymore. As Natalie shifted a little, emerging from the water in the very narrow shaft, she took her goggles off, and the rebreather out of her mouth, as Victor prepared the line. They would have to then perhaps keep climbing up the lift shaft's cable, and perhaps after getting higher, do some damage from above, getting an oversight on what was what from an observation room in the pen. It was a nightmare, but they were undetected- and Natalie, knowing full well what damage they could do, knew that if they hit the enemy correctly, then almost any enemy standing here would be toast before twenty minutes would pass.

[BigPapaBelial]

Victor followed along, grinning a little, not sure if the fetish he'd been developing was at full strength. He just grinned, and followed along behind his fiance's beautiful ass. He grabbed the body as it came down, and pulled it back around behind them so they wouldn't need to push by it later, "Body minded." He chuckled, then swam forward. He reached up to help her push the grate aside, grapped that grapnel gun he decided to load up with today because why the hell not. He swam up, breached the surface, raised the launcher and fired. The hook whizzed up and the hook landed somewhere. Victor gave the thing a few good pulls, making sure it is hooked to whatever, then puts his weight on it, "Alright, we got a stable position...after me now hun." He then begins to climb making his way up the shaft. He did the entire climb using only his upper body, wiggling his way up, reaching a position where they could climb around the lift itself. He looked for abit then like he was using a bunch of monkey bars at a playground he hand over handed his way along the underside of the lift, grabbed a support spar and made his way up around the side of the lift.

By the time he made it around the lift Natalie had joined him, and he had managed to wide up the grapnel again just in case. He looked upwards, the service entrance just out of reach. He hrmed, then smiled, "Here babe." He offered her one of of his hands to step on, as she did he boosted her up to get her high enough to open the door and climb through. Victor waited then caught her arm as she offered to help him up. He crawled out as well. One in the small service room on the roof he motioned to the door, "After me again..." He went to the door, then heaved it open, stepping out and scanning the roof. He put out his hand to stop Natalie from exitting as he spotted a sentry approaching them from one side. Victor pulled one of his tomahawks from his thigh holster and waited. As the man passed, Victor slammed the axe into middle of his shoulders, grabbed him across the mouth to silence his scream then slammed the hawk two more times into the mans neck, silencing him for certain. He dragged him out of sight. Then smiled, "That's the best way to start things..." He pulled his rebreather off, "What's next?"