Imran looked over at Yumiko and Bjorn, who had disembarked form theirs, himself proving LMG fire downrange as he shifted over a metal barrier, the Sikh soldier moving with a pace as he kept up fire. Svetlana tanked her way though, already moving as she kept up GMG fire, destroying a pair of SUVs that slid into the area, sending them up as she then watched Bjorn gun down a set of enemies, mulilating htem into pieces. Then he snapped. Svetlana had seen it before- he had lost his head, he felt not powerful enough. She felt scared herself even, as she watched it unfold. She saw him move forwards, moving far quicker as the giant Nordic Axe in his hand looked more like a club than a sharpened waraxe, due to it's size. But to Bjorn, it had to be just a normal cutting device.
"Bjorn, I got your back! Don't expose your rucksack on your rear, or else you'll go boom if they start chucking heavy fire at it!" Svetlana said, as she sprayed GMG fire, looking to Imran and Yumiko.
"Move in, you two- I will deal with the situation out here! There're flooding now!" Svetlana said, feeling the sweat kick up on her body despite the full pelt of the cooling system, the midst of the rainforest a hot and unbearing place none the less. She looked over to a man that charged out of cover, armed with an RPG, and fired it, Svetlana diving onto her back as it barely flew past, and she smirked, watching as it flew over and she propped herself back up. She let the GMG loose by her side, as she pulled out her oversized Machete, similar to his axe, but perhaps...sharper bladed. She simply didn't come close with it, she flung the whole thing at him, and jumping out of the way, even with the relatively light gear compared to Svetlana. Because even though she had that level of equipment and had that sheer size, she was no slouch to things such as that. The machete practically bowled through half of the man's face, as she smirked under her helmet, moving quickly to retrieve the machete, whilst under fire. It had some material on it, but it would be cleanable, she reminded herself, as she raised the GMG, and kept up some more fire, taking out a machine gun tower and a pair of technicals, spraying 40mm round like it was rain.

To Imran however, this was scary as hell. Watching Svetlana take sniper shots from one of the roofs of the main facility was a little scary, but he knew she had this under control, the matt black armor doing fine- and Bjorn, doing his bloodlusted, mad thing, was taking just about as much fire. To them however, it was nothing- they were Heavies, and it just pinged off them, and in some way, Imran knew that was their thing.
"Yumiko, cover our rear from anything- Bjorn, Svetlana, keep handling any contacts out here. I'll head in and check if the shit's secure." Imran said, already pulling out his M32 as covering fire for the Japanese member of the squad, running fast as he moved from cover to cover, his exoskeleton giving him that extra speed and momentum to practically slide himself into the building. He watched as the noise of the 

The corridor had a few contacts, and though an M32 was a bit bulky for the indoors, he had this under control. He sprayed the rounds downrange, the six rounds detonating at the end of the corridor and taking a small squad out, as they were blown apart by the rounds, Imran sliding the M32 onto his back again as he moved through with the Mk48, moving slowly and aiming down the iron sights whenever he could, to scan his sectors and the concrete corridor. He popped one with a single round that ran around the corner, as he was thrown back.
"Okay Antoine, I think your mines can be good to be blown up now- before somebody jumps into anything that they have. I'll take care of the rest of this area above ground- go down and see what else there is in terms of how far they breached it. I'll handle this floor." Imran said, as he moved slowly upwards, scanning his sectors.

Two men ran into the vehicle pool, cursing when they saw the bodies. They were the armored suit operators- and the exoskeleton whirred, as they jumped into the two large armors, roughly 8 foot tall in size, with a set of dead technicians. They checked each others weapons, before rushing out, the loud mechanical clanking on the concrete floor engaging as they moved out, aware they had to defend their perimiter. And yet they had little idea that they were sitting on what equated to basically, an armored pair of suits that were rigged up with explosives in key places. As they headed out, their GAU-19 miniguns in both hands as well as rocket tubes on back, they felt confident they could take on the team of enemies. They had little idea, as they headed out into the open compound, that their moments of power, the two giant mechanized armor suits were toast.