Natalie, or Natalya, sat in the back of the Il-96 Airliner, leaning back as she looked over to Ilya, walking in the aisle. It was a military airliner, but this was the only array of seats left. The rear was completely empty, utterly desolate. Apart from a few crates of weaponry, and Natalie's loadout, it was pretty barren for now. Ilya Vasilovich, or Colonel Vasilovich, as she should have stated his name, was in his late 40s, and looked grizzled, like he enjoyed fighting once, but didn't anymore. He was one of the few to understand what Natalie could do, and the very few things she couldn't. She didn't like him a lot, but respected him none the less.
"Natalya, it is good to see you again. I'm amazed you accepted." He said in his Russian, the cap-wearing Colonel looking right into the female's eyes. Her uniform and beret were still on, as she sat up.
"And I'm amazed you haven't found a replacement for me. I mean, in all of Russia, nobody can do what I do. I guess it's perks of being big." She said, chuckling, as she knew she was just a bit too large for this window seat. They were over the Pacific Ocean somewhere.
"You're scarily big. That never changes. So tell me, what has?"
"I'm engaged, to a man bigger than me. Probably the only man that knows how to fuck me right, Colonel. An American." Natalie said cackling, just thinking how much that pissed him off.
"He's a nice man, a Mohican, and vicious with a tomahawk. A partner in crime of mine." She added, as she sat up in her seat, looking out the window at the rain.
"What else? Ah, yes. Private military company, lots more pay, and a little less harassment from male operators. That was it." She said, as Ilya sighed.
"Look, I know what happened, but a man cannot control his urges..."
"And I can't control my anger sometimes either, but we just live with that too...I guess that man losing his fingernails, that was just completely disproportionate for groping my fucking tits. The world works according to the most powerful, and you know that I don't care for what you say is right or wrong. I do my job for the Motherland, and I do it very, very well, if men are interested in me or not. What happens, is a side effect. I had a good success rate. And you didn't think to ever mention to the Interior Ministry that if the price was right, a woman of my caliber was in their command. And after you failed on that, I left, and won Bronze at the Olympics, and found a future that was bigger than that. That you fucked up on, Ilya. Just because your Spetsnaz, doesn't make you a slave to Russia. Money talks. And I love my country. It's why I'm here. But you fucked up." She said, as he looked to him, the look on his face stark..
"So what do you want me to do about it? Ask if I can get you a seven figure Rouble salary and go on with that?"
"Better than not having me, I would say. You should join, we could do with more training instructors for the operators. Bring them in line. You were good at that, I remember. But you still fear me. I'm not suprised, Colonel." She sighed, as she looked to her Beret.
"Fuck it. The point being, you knew I wanted Maxim personally. I'm glad you saw fit to my method of insertion. It works best like that." She added, as Ilya nodded.
"Sure, it does. I wanted to send a team with you, but then I realized how much you were carrying." He said, as she nodded.
"Nothing fucking less. Why need a squad when you're carrying their whole loadout? I would have not needed your Hinds, if I had a different capability at my side." She said, thinking to her armored suit, just aware that Ilya didn't know at all. If that was the case, shit, she would ask the Spetsnaz to stay away, and turn up a few hours later to find what she'd leave behind.
"I understand. Don't fuck this up, Major. You're here because I don't want to bring in another platoon of men, and make this bloody."
"Who said I wouldn't?"
----
Somewhere outside of Sokcho, Republic of Korea
1600 Hours
The Russian Armed Forces would have prefered the Il-96 to go to Vladivostok, or the Kuril Islands, but this was a different operation. The ROK, or South Korea, had let the flight into a ROK Airbase, a small one, but a significant one. For fueling, but for also for a further briefing. One that didn't involve more brass than Colonel Vasilevich wanted.
They were launching the strike from here. And Natalie knew what was going on. The rain poured outside, as she made her way off the plane, heading down the side ramp, the sight of a rainy South Korea something that at least fully brought her out. Moving down, she saw the Russian GAZ uttility vehicle pull up, as Ilya followed before his lower ranked, but far more immense counterpart. Natalie was big, no matter how you put it, amongst others. Not just height, but sheer volume in her arms and legs, which filled her well. Definitely elegant, but she looked like she could do very, very serious damage if the worst came to the worst, even unarmed.
"Plane's going to take a few minutes to fuel. We're going to get you briefed." He simply said, as she opened the back door, stepping in, exhaling.
"I thought we went over it, I'm going to do what you wanted me to do. Fuck shit up." She said, chuckling, as she sat inside, leaning over a little as she knew her head was a little too tall.
"It's more complicated than that, Natalya. Everything is." Ilya added, as the car set off again.
About five minutes later, the briefing began, in a small hangar, that the Russian operation had set up in. The Spetsnaz had wanted this to be away from Russian soil- to minimize any infiltration, and to keep things off the grid with Natalie. They wanted things to stay out of Russia, until things got explosive. She leaned back in the plastic chair, as it struggled to keep her huge rear. It sounded strained, like anything that she sat on would invariably be. She was the biggest living thing in the room, because the 30 or so Spetsnaz Alfa soldiers were only 6"5 in height, maximum. All male too. Positive Discrimination hadn't worked well for women, but at least she had made herself impossible to refuse, in any manner you viewed Natalie Denisova. To say the least, they were small compared to her, in every aspect. Natalie looked over at the map, and the markings on the map that dotted it all across.
"The plan is simple, then. This is a Black Ops operation. You are the finest men that I could find, and all extremely capable. You are also extremely good at doing things that will not warrant records, or medal recomendations. This is a raid that will be conducted in the most exceptional secrecy." Ilya simply said, looking to the group, as he pointed to the map.
"We have many assets on standby. We have two SU-34 aircraft from the VVT, flight callsign "Spear", both one and two respectively for them. They are armed with many air to ground munitions, as well as Anti-Radar missiles to eliminate any cause for AAA fire. We have two MI-24Vs from the VVT also, which you men will use to insert via a fast rope into the compound, proceeding to sweep and clear the area following a bombing. But last of all, we have Major Natalya Denisova." He said, as the men looked to her, every one of their eyes turning on the blonde haired giantess.
"She is no longer serving in the Forces, but she remains possibly one of the most deadly operators that our unit has to give, and has returned to offer her many talents on this operation. Many of her files are confidential with reason, and you will not see much of her. She will eliminate anything that threatens your entry, and in effect, will lay the ground for your attack. I may remind you, Major Denisova is also engaged. You may stop drooling." He said, as Natalie laughed, shaking her head, at Ilya's sly comment, as she prepared something herself, her booming Russian voice as hard as an anvil.
"Or I'll fucking snap your cocks in half." She said, her Russian deep and threatening, like she had very much said that in every man's ear. She didn't underdo scary when she had to.
"Carry on, Colonel." She added, looking back, as Ilya even looked half scared, looking to the men in front of him. They were Spetsnaz Alfa, the most fearless and crazy bastards alive, Natalie knowing that they could compete in aggressiveness with axe-shaped weapons like Victor did. He'd beat them, but the Spetsnaz Shovel in the right hands could beat a person beyond just death.
"Right. In effect, she will insert beforehand and eliminate all resistance in the base. We expect their own Hinds to be on patrol, and naval craft in the harbour, as well as other ZU-23 guns. She will destroy these, and make noise. This will allow our aircraft to enter the area, and destroy the area with effect. Maxim is to be taken alive, but you may shoot him if he is a threat to your lives." The Colonel added, as Natalie laughed.
"You drag him to me, I'll sit on him till the air in his lungs expires. Sir." She said, as she looked around, Ilya a little unable to even come back to Natalie. When she spoke, her voice could echo in your ear, if she spoke loud enough.
"Yes. The operation is a go on her call, you'll be waiting in position approximately five kilometers out, on this island off the coast. Once we're ready, you go in, and eliminate every and any hostiles. We are expecting them to be well armed and possibly armored, with kevlar and other ballistic vests. Once we have swept the area, you seize intelligence, and anything of value." Ilya added, looking around the room.
"Any questions?"
-----
Four Hours Later
2000 Hours
Somewhere over Pekulsky Bay, Russia
OST
The noise of a parachute opening could have sounded like thunder, if it wasn't already for the fact that Natalie was within a thunderstorm. It was hellish, the storms of the Bering Sea terrifying in Spring, no longer bringing snow but rain. The coniferous forests of the Far East sat below, Natalie's HALO insertion getting her right to the point. She had thrown the oxygen mask off, and now was only 200 feet above the trees, as she saw the last glimmers of sunlight escape the horizon. The Parachute's underside had the florescent paint of a skull and crossbones, Natalie's iconic pattern. It looked cool to her, perhaps to her enemies too, if they could see her low pull. The black cloud was thick, overwhelming, completely entangling. There was light, enough to warrant not putting on NVGs, but there wasn't enough to exactly be seen easily enough. Perfect. Natalie turned hard, letting a long hard blast go, a little quieter than her usual but as forceful as ever, the backblast at least propelling her forwards. She saw her LZ come up, the river a narrow and tiny affair, but cutting through the trees. She always knew that Victor was more at home in these forests than her, perhaps connected and somehow knowing of the earth. He was unnaturally good at just knowing where things were, even though Natalie felt they were things he shouldn't. He was good with the earth, to say the least. But she was good in the air. Where things were crazy, she had strength. Threading between the two trees into the thin ditch-like stream, she dropped the last ten feet, and dropped into the river, rolling as she hit the floor and standing up. Her whole top half protroded, as she moved slowly, wiping the water from her cheek, raising the PKP.
"Black Eagle, this is Central. Minimal radio chatter from here on out. Callsign Spear is airborne, and awaiting targets, you have a direct line to send laser designation, or IR strobes." She heard, as she moved slowly through the boggy stream, looking to the rain above.
"Understood, Central. I have something wonderful planned. Black Eagle out." She said, as she moved through the bog, clambering out as she kept the PKP high. Moving with a tactical walk, she headed up the embankment, and into the coniferous forest, moving through with a certain pace, as she kept her eyes about. Lightening struck in the distance, the white flash filling the sky, as she moved carefully, through the mossy undergrowth. She moved with a certain pace, moving through the brush, her face no longer the sunkissed white that it was. She had applied a nice cream of black and blue camoflage, and almost tailored it into a simular pattern as Victor had taught her. If you looked closely, you could see the outline of an Eagle in her face in the cream's composition, but it would be like a Rorschach test to tell.
Hearing a patrol up ahead, she ducked down, seeing their flashlights on, keeping down in a ditch, off the side of a tiny gravel track. She could hear them talking. About the clap. And then about the base's defenses. There were four. They were well armed, with AN-94 rifles, and one PKP themselves. Shit, good Russian weaponry. Natalie just waited, leaving the PKP be as she took her VKS instead. The Clapper. Perhaps for these men with STDs, it would be the be the nicest solution. Getting Clapped.
Setting the rifle up, she adjusted it, the men within 100m, and by nothing of significance. She could shoot them with the PKP, but this was even quieter. Subsonic rounds, and definitely guaranteed to hit what she wanted. Breathing hard, the rain patting through into the soaked undergrowth, she shot, taking the man at the rear out. He had fallen behind. Before the second from the back noticed, the leader was dead, and then, the third man. The last man had to realize that the patrol was now completely decimated, and was about to release the air from his lungs, and turn around. The 12.7mm round landed square in his neck, and almost half ripped out his vocal cords, and arteries. He bled immediately, and it was a significant amount of meat to lose. Patrol down. Four men dead. It was like another grouping that the Spetsnaz team wouldn't face. And perhaps it would rile the base a little. Keep them confused. They were expecting an attack, and Natalie knew that the more confused they were about how that attack was coming, the better. Would it be a few helicopter gunships, or would it be a few IFVs rolling through the only gravel track into the base? Or would it be an attack from the sea. It would be none of those. It would be the most hellish thing that they'd experience.
After hiding the bodies and disabling the echoing on their radios, she moved up, back into the forests, a new magazine in the VKS, the Clapper. She moved quietly and carefully, through the thick coniferous forest, slowly and surely pushing up to a small ridge. Clambering up over a rock, she moved forwards onto the ground, before taking her rangefinder out. Plonking it down, she looked down the optic, at the rainy scene in front. The military installation was an old Soviet Navy base, being mainly for listening to the US Navy's movements across the Beiring in the Cold War. It had been abandoned, and the singular gravel track that led out of here, was locked down, for almost the next 40 miles. There was at least 120 men in the area right now, with BMD-3s, and a reactivated chain of barracks, vehicle stores, and other locations. It seemed impenetrable. There was wire fencing around it, with spikes. But there were discrepancies. Number one. There was a BMD looking like it was undergoing service, in the vehicle store. Number two, there was a pair of Mi-8 Hips, and two empty helicopter pads, for the two Hinds that patrolled the area and would keep an eye out. Number three, there was a ghastly concrete structure near the jetty, that had a pair of ZU-23 guns on the roof. Outside, a little further away, two more ZSU platforms, and a Tunguska SPAAG, with a radar installation right next to it. That could be destroyed by the jets. The others couldn't. Natalie was meticulous with this stuff, and didn't let anything drop from her eyes. The front entrance was exceptionally well guarded, there being at least a squad-sized force there, well armed and wearing kevlar vests, appearing to the common eye like Russian soldiers, but actually being mercenaries. There was, however, a ditch on the flank of the site, and a pipe. And it was missing it's grate. It was a way in. Too easy, many would say. Of course, that would be a trap, and Natalie was sure that there was maybe a claymore or two in there. The noise of a single Mi-24D Hind above shut that thought for a second, as the one-piece wearing giantess kept her head low.
It flew over, passing through, searchlight on. They didn't know yet, but another half an hour, and they most definitely would. Natalie kept watching, thinking the pipe through. Even if it was secured, and led to nowhere useful...well, nowhere useful would be definitely somewhere useful in the base. Even if it was the latrines. Natalie had crawled through worse shit before. It was either that, or risk cutting through the fence, and going head on. She wouldn't mind that, so long as head on meant not taking 140 men, two Hinds, and a couple of BMDs on. That would be okay, in moderation. It would be better to stay quiet for now, continue confusing. There were four towers in each corner of the rectangular base, and they had a man each, with searchlights. Getting rid of them, would be perfection if she was going to go in. Bodies found would put the base on alert, but for what? People in the forests? Or people in the base? Natalie knew the former was more likely, but once she commited, that would be that.
Natalie exhaled, wiping the rain off her brow, as she breathed hard. Think, she said to herself. Confusion worked as long as the spotlights weren't on her. The sight of a Vodnik driving into the base could be seen from her position, just pulling up to the gate. An idea clicked. She checked her charges, and pulled out a small directional motion sensor, akin to that of a Claymore's laser. She connected the two, leaving it inactive for now, a cunning plan beginning. One charge on the track. Another by the pile of bodies she had, scattered on the road. And by then, Natalie would be inside the base, and planting more C4 than would be needed. It would be enough to sink the Nimitz, if she did this right. Springing up, Natalie Denisova got into action, and so, the confusion would begin, as the thunder roared once more, followed by a blast of lightening and heavier rain.
"Natalya, it is good to see you again. I'm amazed you accepted." He said in his Russian, the cap-wearing Colonel looking right into the female's eyes. Her uniform and beret were still on, as she sat up.
"And I'm amazed you haven't found a replacement for me. I mean, in all of Russia, nobody can do what I do. I guess it's perks of being big." She said, chuckling, as she knew she was just a bit too large for this window seat. They were over the Pacific Ocean somewhere.
"You're scarily big. That never changes. So tell me, what has?"
"I'm engaged, to a man bigger than me. Probably the only man that knows how to fuck me right, Colonel. An American." Natalie said cackling, just thinking how much that pissed him off.
"He's a nice man, a Mohican, and vicious with a tomahawk. A partner in crime of mine." She added, as she sat up in her seat, looking out the window at the rain.
"What else? Ah, yes. Private military company, lots more pay, and a little less harassment from male operators. That was it." She said, as Ilya sighed.
"Look, I know what happened, but a man cannot control his urges..."
"And I can't control my anger sometimes either, but we just live with that too...I guess that man losing his fingernails, that was just completely disproportionate for groping my fucking tits. The world works according to the most powerful, and you know that I don't care for what you say is right or wrong. I do my job for the Motherland, and I do it very, very well, if men are interested in me or not. What happens, is a side effect. I had a good success rate. And you didn't think to ever mention to the Interior Ministry that if the price was right, a woman of my caliber was in their command. And after you failed on that, I left, and won Bronze at the Olympics, and found a future that was bigger than that. That you fucked up on, Ilya. Just because your Spetsnaz, doesn't make you a slave to Russia. Money talks. And I love my country. It's why I'm here. But you fucked up." She said, as he looked to him, the look on his face stark..
"So what do you want me to do about it? Ask if I can get you a seven figure Rouble salary and go on with that?"
"Better than not having me, I would say. You should join, we could do with more training instructors for the operators. Bring them in line. You were good at that, I remember. But you still fear me. I'm not suprised, Colonel." She sighed, as she looked to her Beret.
"Fuck it. The point being, you knew I wanted Maxim personally. I'm glad you saw fit to my method of insertion. It works best like that." She added, as Ilya nodded.
"Sure, it does. I wanted to send a team with you, but then I realized how much you were carrying." He said, as she nodded.
"Nothing fucking less. Why need a squad when you're carrying their whole loadout? I would have not needed your Hinds, if I had a different capability at my side." She said, thinking to her armored suit, just aware that Ilya didn't know at all. If that was the case, shit, she would ask the Spetsnaz to stay away, and turn up a few hours later to find what she'd leave behind.
"I understand. Don't fuck this up, Major. You're here because I don't want to bring in another platoon of men, and make this bloody."
"Who said I wouldn't?"
----
Somewhere outside of Sokcho, Republic of Korea
1600 Hours
The Russian Armed Forces would have prefered the Il-96 to go to Vladivostok, or the Kuril Islands, but this was a different operation. The ROK, or South Korea, had let the flight into a ROK Airbase, a small one, but a significant one. For fueling, but for also for a further briefing. One that didn't involve more brass than Colonel Vasilevich wanted.
They were launching the strike from here. And Natalie knew what was going on. The rain poured outside, as she made her way off the plane, heading down the side ramp, the sight of a rainy South Korea something that at least fully brought her out. Moving down, she saw the Russian GAZ uttility vehicle pull up, as Ilya followed before his lower ranked, but far more immense counterpart. Natalie was big, no matter how you put it, amongst others. Not just height, but sheer volume in her arms and legs, which filled her well. Definitely elegant, but she looked like she could do very, very serious damage if the worst came to the worst, even unarmed.
"Plane's going to take a few minutes to fuel. We're going to get you briefed." He simply said, as she opened the back door, stepping in, exhaling.
"I thought we went over it, I'm going to do what you wanted me to do. Fuck shit up." She said, chuckling, as she sat inside, leaning over a little as she knew her head was a little too tall.
"It's more complicated than that, Natalya. Everything is." Ilya added, as the car set off again.
About five minutes later, the briefing began, in a small hangar, that the Russian operation had set up in. The Spetsnaz had wanted this to be away from Russian soil- to minimize any infiltration, and to keep things off the grid with Natalie. They wanted things to stay out of Russia, until things got explosive. She leaned back in the plastic chair, as it struggled to keep her huge rear. It sounded strained, like anything that she sat on would invariably be. She was the biggest living thing in the room, because the 30 or so Spetsnaz Alfa soldiers were only 6"5 in height, maximum. All male too. Positive Discrimination hadn't worked well for women, but at least she had made herself impossible to refuse, in any manner you viewed Natalie Denisova. To say the least, they were small compared to her, in every aspect. Natalie looked over at the map, and the markings on the map that dotted it all across.
"The plan is simple, then. This is a Black Ops operation. You are the finest men that I could find, and all extremely capable. You are also extremely good at doing things that will not warrant records, or medal recomendations. This is a raid that will be conducted in the most exceptional secrecy." Ilya simply said, looking to the group, as he pointed to the map.
"We have many assets on standby. We have two SU-34 aircraft from the VVT, flight callsign "Spear", both one and two respectively for them. They are armed with many air to ground munitions, as well as Anti-Radar missiles to eliminate any cause for AAA fire. We have two MI-24Vs from the VVT also, which you men will use to insert via a fast rope into the compound, proceeding to sweep and clear the area following a bombing. But last of all, we have Major Natalya Denisova." He said, as the men looked to her, every one of their eyes turning on the blonde haired giantess.
"She is no longer serving in the Forces, but she remains possibly one of the most deadly operators that our unit has to give, and has returned to offer her many talents on this operation. Many of her files are confidential with reason, and you will not see much of her. She will eliminate anything that threatens your entry, and in effect, will lay the ground for your attack. I may remind you, Major Denisova is also engaged. You may stop drooling." He said, as Natalie laughed, shaking her head, at Ilya's sly comment, as she prepared something herself, her booming Russian voice as hard as an anvil.
"Or I'll fucking snap your cocks in half." She said, her Russian deep and threatening, like she had very much said that in every man's ear. She didn't underdo scary when she had to.
"Carry on, Colonel." She added, looking back, as Ilya even looked half scared, looking to the men in front of him. They were Spetsnaz Alfa, the most fearless and crazy bastards alive, Natalie knowing that they could compete in aggressiveness with axe-shaped weapons like Victor did. He'd beat them, but the Spetsnaz Shovel in the right hands could beat a person beyond just death.
"Right. In effect, she will insert beforehand and eliminate all resistance in the base. We expect their own Hinds to be on patrol, and naval craft in the harbour, as well as other ZU-23 guns. She will destroy these, and make noise. This will allow our aircraft to enter the area, and destroy the area with effect. Maxim is to be taken alive, but you may shoot him if he is a threat to your lives." The Colonel added, as Natalie laughed.
"You drag him to me, I'll sit on him till the air in his lungs expires. Sir." She said, as she looked around, Ilya a little unable to even come back to Natalie. When she spoke, her voice could echo in your ear, if she spoke loud enough.
"Yes. The operation is a go on her call, you'll be waiting in position approximately five kilometers out, on this island off the coast. Once we're ready, you go in, and eliminate every and any hostiles. We are expecting them to be well armed and possibly armored, with kevlar and other ballistic vests. Once we have swept the area, you seize intelligence, and anything of value." Ilya added, looking around the room.
"Any questions?"
-----
Four Hours Later
2000 Hours
Somewhere over Pekulsky Bay, Russia
OST
The noise of a parachute opening could have sounded like thunder, if it wasn't already for the fact that Natalie was within a thunderstorm. It was hellish, the storms of the Bering Sea terrifying in Spring, no longer bringing snow but rain. The coniferous forests of the Far East sat below, Natalie's HALO insertion getting her right to the point. She had thrown the oxygen mask off, and now was only 200 feet above the trees, as she saw the last glimmers of sunlight escape the horizon. The Parachute's underside had the florescent paint of a skull and crossbones, Natalie's iconic pattern. It looked cool to her, perhaps to her enemies too, if they could see her low pull. The black cloud was thick, overwhelming, completely entangling. There was light, enough to warrant not putting on NVGs, but there wasn't enough to exactly be seen easily enough. Perfect. Natalie turned hard, letting a long hard blast go, a little quieter than her usual but as forceful as ever, the backblast at least propelling her forwards. She saw her LZ come up, the river a narrow and tiny affair, but cutting through the trees. She always knew that Victor was more at home in these forests than her, perhaps connected and somehow knowing of the earth. He was unnaturally good at just knowing where things were, even though Natalie felt they were things he shouldn't. He was good with the earth, to say the least. But she was good in the air. Where things were crazy, she had strength. Threading between the two trees into the thin ditch-like stream, she dropped the last ten feet, and dropped into the river, rolling as she hit the floor and standing up. Her whole top half protroded, as she moved slowly, wiping the water from her cheek, raising the PKP.
"Black Eagle, this is Central. Minimal radio chatter from here on out. Callsign Spear is airborne, and awaiting targets, you have a direct line to send laser designation, or IR strobes." She heard, as she moved slowly through the boggy stream, looking to the rain above.
"Understood, Central. I have something wonderful planned. Black Eagle out." She said, as she moved through the bog, clambering out as she kept the PKP high. Moving with a tactical walk, she headed up the embankment, and into the coniferous forest, moving through with a certain pace, as she kept her eyes about. Lightening struck in the distance, the white flash filling the sky, as she moved carefully, through the mossy undergrowth. She moved with a certain pace, moving through the brush, her face no longer the sunkissed white that it was. She had applied a nice cream of black and blue camoflage, and almost tailored it into a simular pattern as Victor had taught her. If you looked closely, you could see the outline of an Eagle in her face in the cream's composition, but it would be like a Rorschach test to tell.
Hearing a patrol up ahead, she ducked down, seeing their flashlights on, keeping down in a ditch, off the side of a tiny gravel track. She could hear them talking. About the clap. And then about the base's defenses. There were four. They were well armed, with AN-94 rifles, and one PKP themselves. Shit, good Russian weaponry. Natalie just waited, leaving the PKP be as she took her VKS instead. The Clapper. Perhaps for these men with STDs, it would be the be the nicest solution. Getting Clapped.
Setting the rifle up, she adjusted it, the men within 100m, and by nothing of significance. She could shoot them with the PKP, but this was even quieter. Subsonic rounds, and definitely guaranteed to hit what she wanted. Breathing hard, the rain patting through into the soaked undergrowth, she shot, taking the man at the rear out. He had fallen behind. Before the second from the back noticed, the leader was dead, and then, the third man. The last man had to realize that the patrol was now completely decimated, and was about to release the air from his lungs, and turn around. The 12.7mm round landed square in his neck, and almost half ripped out his vocal cords, and arteries. He bled immediately, and it was a significant amount of meat to lose. Patrol down. Four men dead. It was like another grouping that the Spetsnaz team wouldn't face. And perhaps it would rile the base a little. Keep them confused. They were expecting an attack, and Natalie knew that the more confused they were about how that attack was coming, the better. Would it be a few helicopter gunships, or would it be a few IFVs rolling through the only gravel track into the base? Or would it be an attack from the sea. It would be none of those. It would be the most hellish thing that they'd experience.
After hiding the bodies and disabling the echoing on their radios, she moved up, back into the forests, a new magazine in the VKS, the Clapper. She moved quietly and carefully, through the thick coniferous forest, slowly and surely pushing up to a small ridge. Clambering up over a rock, she moved forwards onto the ground, before taking her rangefinder out. Plonking it down, she looked down the optic, at the rainy scene in front. The military installation was an old Soviet Navy base, being mainly for listening to the US Navy's movements across the Beiring in the Cold War. It had been abandoned, and the singular gravel track that led out of here, was locked down, for almost the next 40 miles. There was at least 120 men in the area right now, with BMD-3s, and a reactivated chain of barracks, vehicle stores, and other locations. It seemed impenetrable. There was wire fencing around it, with spikes. But there were discrepancies. Number one. There was a BMD looking like it was undergoing service, in the vehicle store. Number two, there was a pair of Mi-8 Hips, and two empty helicopter pads, for the two Hinds that patrolled the area and would keep an eye out. Number three, there was a ghastly concrete structure near the jetty, that had a pair of ZU-23 guns on the roof. Outside, a little further away, two more ZSU platforms, and a Tunguska SPAAG, with a radar installation right next to it. That could be destroyed by the jets. The others couldn't. Natalie was meticulous with this stuff, and didn't let anything drop from her eyes. The front entrance was exceptionally well guarded, there being at least a squad-sized force there, well armed and wearing kevlar vests, appearing to the common eye like Russian soldiers, but actually being mercenaries. There was, however, a ditch on the flank of the site, and a pipe. And it was missing it's grate. It was a way in. Too easy, many would say. Of course, that would be a trap, and Natalie was sure that there was maybe a claymore or two in there. The noise of a single Mi-24D Hind above shut that thought for a second, as the one-piece wearing giantess kept her head low.
It flew over, passing through, searchlight on. They didn't know yet, but another half an hour, and they most definitely would. Natalie kept watching, thinking the pipe through. Even if it was secured, and led to nowhere useful...well, nowhere useful would be definitely somewhere useful in the base. Even if it was the latrines. Natalie had crawled through worse shit before. It was either that, or risk cutting through the fence, and going head on. She wouldn't mind that, so long as head on meant not taking 140 men, two Hinds, and a couple of BMDs on. That would be okay, in moderation. It would be better to stay quiet for now, continue confusing. There were four towers in each corner of the rectangular base, and they had a man each, with searchlights. Getting rid of them, would be perfection if she was going to go in. Bodies found would put the base on alert, but for what? People in the forests? Or people in the base? Natalie knew the former was more likely, but once she commited, that would be that.
Natalie exhaled, wiping the rain off her brow, as she breathed hard. Think, she said to herself. Confusion worked as long as the spotlights weren't on her. The sight of a Vodnik driving into the base could be seen from her position, just pulling up to the gate. An idea clicked. She checked her charges, and pulled out a small directional motion sensor, akin to that of a Claymore's laser. She connected the two, leaving it inactive for now, a cunning plan beginning. One charge on the track. Another by the pile of bodies she had, scattered on the road. And by then, Natalie would be inside the base, and planting more C4 than would be needed. It would be enough to sink the Nimitz, if she did this right. Springing up, Natalie Denisova got into action, and so, the confusion would begin, as the thunder roared once more, followed by a blast of lightening and heavier rain.
