(I really couldn't think of what to post. So I made a pretty short post, setting up more sniping.)

Andrew watched on through his own XM500 scope, adjusting himself for the lorry's movement, as he knew he'd shoot if Nolan missed. And that was pretty impossible, Andrew reminded himself, as the fifty went off loudly- and detonated the truck, the fuel line catching and burning a huge section of the lorry, as it partly went up.
"Fuck man, awesome shot!" He said, putting his own rifle back on the front bullbar, as he knew that they had done the job. Firing the engine up, the stealthed out quads actually quite quiet, Andrew led the way again, the two aware that the truck wasn't going anywhere. Speeding around a set of rocks, he had to go full-out on the gas up a steep hill, the snow kicking up thick and thin as Andrew slightly adjusted his course, flinging the quad past a set of rocks as he looked at his GPS.
"We're coming close, another klick. Should be no more distractions- we've already dealt with a mortar site, so let's stay from afar and eliminate the SAMs- then go close in and rig the bastards up. They won't be good for any airdrops in our area if they find anything high-flying, to say the least. It's why we had to quad it in for so fucking far." Andrew added, kicking up snow as he avoided the top of the ridegeline, not wanting to skyline as he looked over at the view. The sun was barely visible over the peaks, and it was still dark as hell- though NVGs weren't needed. The timing reminded him almost of Dushanbe, though it was a little darker than that. It was the moment before sunrise, to say the least.

The route continued for a few hundred meters, a deep ridgeline forcing Andrew to stick left on an icy path that teetered over a very, very sharp drop. He didn't want to look down- he just kept going, the quad still gripping as he wondered why they didn't have snowmobiles. Maybe it was the fact that they wouldn't work as well on the dirt tracks that existed across cleared areas of the road, the snowfall mainly on the steep peaks and the Quads, with their winterized tyres and spikes, able to grip far better. They'd be using these for a little longer, and they felt easier to hide too, in some ways to Andrew than what he thought a snowmobile would be. He saw a set of rocks, and checked his GPS bearing. This was it- as he looked back at Nolan, giving a "Stop" signal with his hand, as he slowed up, skidding to a halt behind the rocks as he parked side-on, to avoid the whole thing tipping over. Taking the rifle from the front, the white ghillie suited spotter was off his quad, and already moving up into a gap in the rocks.
"This reminds me a ton of Chechnya, you know. Mountains, except this time, they've actually fucking deployed their munitions." Andrew added, as he moved into the gap, setting the XM500 and a spotting device. He let Nolan budge in, as he already got to work. It was a lorry of some sort, with a SAM launcher set on the back- with about a squad of men around the area. Not much else- a couple of tents, and a few other things that weren't exactly entirely out of the ordinary for a Taliban camp.
"Okay...target is 599m, the SAM launcher. Furthest tent, 630, closest man and the fire, 580. I say we immobilize the truck, I can go and lay a brick of C4 down after they're all dead, and we make a call to OP Viper before finishing up and returning to Vulture." Andrew said, looking to Nolan as he adjusted his own rifle. Nolan truly didn't miss a beat when it came to shooting- and Andrew knew full well that he was a good friend to have, in combat or back at base. He covered his ass, and the reverse in principle- the fact being, that Andrew knew that Nolan trusted him to the T when he said what he said, and in reverse. Andrew knew that Nolan had his traits, and he himself, had his own, as a New Zealander. But they were at least in some ways accustomed to these cold mountains, and it was the primetime to be sniping from.
"Could shoot out the wheel or the engine- either way, it won't move anywhere. Though I see a KSVK among the set there- that might be a problem, you know." Andrew added, checking the XM500, moving the crosshair over one of the men, aware that it was Nolan's call to start the party again.