Jan looked over, the radio cackling, as suddenly, a new transmission beckoned. It was Irish, deep Irish. He chuckled, looking to the rest, adjusting the resonance.
"This is WO Adamowicz from 1st Squad, Blyskawica Reconnaissance Company, speaking to all Aegis reconnaissance elements that are touching down. The Polish forces in Lublin do not exist any more- we've lost the town. The Strzelcy Podhalancy lost the line in the South East, the reservists got cut up within the town but managed to safely evac and remaining civilians. We are at a safe location to the North-West of the town, at a reconnaissance point marked Zulu Bravo. If you have a HUD system, I've pinged it to your secure frequency, you should see it. IFF tone will ping back with six times Wilk 1A2s." He said simply standing, his visor zooming in as he made out a figure through the focus that he got in one the eyes- this visor being an advanced optical package that was designed to give the recon operator less holding binoculars and rather, adjusting an optical camera instead to gain a focus. Connor's thermal outline wasn't sharp, but he was keeping out of the open it seemed.
"Holy shit. Connor, I see you, you're in a bad part of town. You might have some fun out there, just stay frosty. I'd not go in any deeper into town, stick to the edges and move towards us- the ping should be fully through now on our hill. We have an OPFOR of Green Men...essentially, Spetsnaz GRU, VDV and Vympel in militia equipment here. Some militants, but they number one to every two Russian undercover soldier. We saw a limited deployment of actual fucking VDV in the town, but we believe now it was part of the shock effort, not a widespread deployment. Move quickly, my friend- I think I see another friendly." He said, looking up, the sight of the drop, and the visor picking up the friendly NATO IFF tone.

"SSgt Hausler, your drop zone's vectoring close on Connor's, on the edge of the town. We will continue to hold our location- if you need firepower, we can paint targets for orbital munitions if you're in a tight spot. We'll carry on observing- it's about a few klicks to us, but you'll make it." He added, looking to the rest of his men, and the two women that were in the team. Malinka put her visor up, sitting down, checking magazines as she looked at the fire and bloodshed in the distance. The others were keeping an eye out on the flanks of the observation post, waiting for the next set of movers to push up.
"I have family in Rzeszow." She simply said, as Jan looked over, Magda "Malinka" Malinowska, her nickname in English being "Raspberry", his 2IC just sit there in some sort of static thought. Rzeszow had been the first town captured, and felt like it was now on another planet. Some signs were pointing to it. It was captured, simply another concession. Like Lublin.
"Did they get out? I mean...they were the first hit." Jan said, looking out on the fire, keeping tabs on his radio. The reason they weren't moving themselves right now was because it would be too risky, to comprimise their observation- the two fireteams of Duda/Bogdanowicz, and Wojczechski/Majakowska were keeping tabs on the movement of armor and troops from this hill in the general area, this place being a key outpost to spy and watch from afar on the enemies- and Jan doubted that Malinka would want to risk rushing across the hedged plain. Their suits were not invisible, but they were well thermally camoflaged, and it'd take a specialized operator to pick out there was much heat at all from the uniforms and suit, though it wasn't entirely perfect. NV or visible spectrum would be the easiest way to find them, but the team was well versed in hiding, and staying in the shadows from afar for extended periods of time. So for now, they had a good position, and could hold for a while. 

The silence was long, until she added something.
"No...not sure what's happened."
"Mine's in Bialystok. There are forces there too. No contact home." Jan said, exhaling, as he stood, plonking his tactical visor back down, essentially a black visor that sealed up the helmet and brought about a HUD, as well as other tools useful for a recon unit. He knew they had a long fight ahead of them, as they waited, hanging on the hill and getting stock. They were here for the long term, and no situation was worse than this. The radio buzzed.
"Adamczyk, you copy?" He heard it buzz right in his ear, and he stood, looking over, Leszek's voice in his head.
"Abandon the reconnaissance post. We've got the footage and the map overlay done, the friendly teams are working on it- and we have Aegis coming in.. Get the other friendly reconnaissance units and head towards Marker Tango on the Hover Quads. You might need to ride through fire, and from there, ditch them. There is a small unguarded command post filled with Anti-Mech launchers recently delivered by a group of VDV, mainly Green Men but we think that the CSTO are giving them a little something. We need you to eliiminate. Afterward, fall back to your reconnaissance point and go quiet. Those two individuals will bolster your team- they have some serious kit, so I would hustle." Leszek said, as Jan nodded, again, into thin air for some Godforsaken reason. To himself to confirm, perhaps.
"Understood. We'll call out when we're at Tango, I see it's a stream of sorts, AMW (Anti Mech Weapon) post is about 600m away if the GPS on this thing is still good." He simply replied, as he knew the rest knew exactly what was going on.
"Are we about to ride into that?" Malinka asked, as Jan chuckled, just somehow wanting to not let this go to head.
"I can't believe it either, but somehow..this is ridiculous enough to work." He added, as the team regrouped at the stash point, where their equipment and the Hover Quads had been located.

The noise of thrumming rushed over the hill, as the six rushed out, moving through the fields and hedgerows, trying to keep out of sight from the main routes as best as possible. They had avoided the most of the enemy vanguard- the advance had perhaps stalled, as they got into town, and searched and raided the area.
"Alec, Amy, it's Jan. We're on the move, we've got the Hover Quads going. Look for us moving. I'll send Malinka to get you Alec- Amy, you ride with me. We have new objectives on an enemy Anti-Mech emplacement, and the opportunity to find some intelligence- before the rest of your unit drops, it could give us the edge. Keep your eyes peeled." He called out, as the Hover Quad lept over a hedgerow, the thing taking air as bullets flew past, Jan diving the thing into a hedgerow's cover, before the rest of the team regrouped and continued on. 500m to the two. The Hover Quads weren't loud, but they moved with a pace that over this terrain, even a regular wheeled quadbike or motorcycle would struggle to match without being suicidal. Leaping another gate, Jan braked hard and turned, looking down at the female medic, a visor covering her face and a M27 in her hands. Malinka herself saw Alec a little further along, closer towards the town, moving with a serious pace towards an old apartment block. They'd regroup in time- Malinka just wanted to get him out of that area, and back with the others.
"Up you get- you're riding shotgun. Welcome to Polska, home of the best and the original Vodka of the world, Pierogi, cultural heritage and now, people who want to murder us." Malinka said to Alec, smirking somewhat as she checked her MSBS LMG, the weapon mounted in a cradle on the windshield, magazine inside. Jan offered a hand to Amy back at the farm, just smirking himself at Malinka's comment.
"Soon to be cleared of people who murder us. That's SSgt Magda Malinowska, or just Malinka for short. Don't mind my 2IC." He said, aware that even in this situation, he had to somewhat keep spirits going, and to these new NATO boots on the ground, Alec and Amy, who had respectively dropped out of the fucking low earth orbit with a re-entry suit and a drop pod, this was something that perhaps would lift their spirits too. They had work to do, the dawn was coming and they had the right time and place to strike enemy. While Lublin was overwhelmed, perhaps now it was time to fight. Time to get back.