"Justicar, Assassin team, this is Lieutenant Brusilov. All forces are go. The Astra Militarum is in position and we are ready to commence our assault." Her radio call barked out over the comm feeds of her allies as she surveyed the terrain before them. She had deployed her autocannon heavy weapons team to the opposing side of the enemy compound, along with Corporal Svyatoslavovna for 'technical expertise'. 

Vayne herself had crept towards the enemy emplacements, carefully concealing her form behind rubble, abandoned vehicles, anything that could mask her advance to the enemy sentries. In her hands were clutched one meltabomb, and one remote detonator. A small magnetic clamp helped hold the melta charge in place until such time as it was needed. Just as carefully, she had picked her way back across the ruined hivescape to her own unit, secure in the knowledge her snipers were providing overwatch. 

At the Justicar's signal, from where she had deployed the Corporal and her autocannon team would come a howling tumult of sound. The roar of dozens of engines overclocked to maximum capability, the thunderous cacophony of an autocannon spitting its fury. The earth would shake from multiple heavy impacts as several hotwired vehicles would slam headlong into the perimeter walls. Whoops and yells, muffled by the sound of the machinery.

Vayne smiled, and fingered the detonator for the melta. Soon it would be time to unleash hell.