"Sure- I won't be covered as well, but we can do that, if you don't want me to get tortured again." Andrew said, as he took his rifle , backing up as he watched Nolan kill the rest, already getting ready to move. He took his XM500 to hand as he moved back to the quads, and moved to his own, stashing the rifle on the front. Finding his Mk14, he readied the weapon, keeping it by his side as he got on and fired the engine up, giving Nolan a few seconds as he got his own shit ready and they were both ready to move. Andrew skid the quad away on the snow, turning hard as he headed down towards what looked like some sort of track, towards the post. He had his Mk23 close by on the tank, and knew that if shit went awry, it'd be the first thing he'd have aimed. Snow kicked up, as he hurtled downwards towards through the small valley, and then back up, towards the SAM site. He eased off as he saw one man come over the edge, having to aim the Mk23 one handed and with one eye. But he was crack shot, and even at 40m, he had an easy job of slotting four rounds into his general vicinity, and connecting two with the man's torso. He sped past, as he watched him crumple, already heading into the outpost as he skidded the quad to a halt.
"On foot, Nolan, let's go direct and get straight to what we're here to get rid of."

Throwing himself off, he raised the Mk14, covering Nolan as he saw two men move from behind the SAM. Half a magazine from the Mk14 sorted them out, the rounds from the RMR atop the ACOG accurate and pinpoint, as Andrew felt the kickback push hard. But the weapon's silent 7.62mm rounds did the job, and more than enough, as Andrew moved up to the truck, taking cover by the wheel.
"Shit, Nolan, I'm rigging up a charge. I'll get it set, then we get out of here." Andrew said, as he lobbed a grenade round the corner, a few rounds impacting the lorry as he knew that Nolan would be able to cover, albeit with an improvised weapon or his main non-sniping weapon. Andrew himself was quick, rigging a small charge to the underside of the SAM lorry, as he activated a timer. Sixty seconds- and though it wasn't long, it gave them enough time to not worry if it would get defused.
"It's done! Nolan, I got your back, get on the quad and get moving, I'll follow suit!" Andrew said, already laying down supression fire, as he took out one more guy, moving to his own quad back at the entrance of the outpost. Seconds ticked, as he heard a grenade go off behind him, out of range but still knocking wind from his chest, as he struggled to stay up in the snow, still charging for where they had the Quads. He bundled onto his and revved the still-running engine, looking to the other white Ghillie as he span round, aware that they had been mostly eliminated, and any that were here, were on the other side. Andrew just knew they had to get out, as he accelerated hard, the quad's grip on the snow loose, as they headed downwards.
"I don't know how big that bang's going to be, but.." Andrew said, as he was interupted mid sentence by what did happen. The explosion was almost ear-shattering, as the SAM and the surrounding ammunition went up. The shockwave made Andrew almost lose control, as he knew that had to have scortched the entire outpost, and done the job.

"Woah! Haha, fuckers won't be having AAA anymore now!" He said, as he looked to the other white-colored wookie, a common nickname for the ghillie suits that they wore. It was a mere Star Wars reference, that Andrew didn't buy much into, but it did have some similarities when he thought about it. Heading down the track, the gravel and ice intermittent as they headed back up the path past their old OP, they were headed out of the area.

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Approximately an hour later, after chilling roads, the situation had vaguely changed. They were out of the real shitstorm- headed right towards Camp Vulture. Pulling in, Andrew saw the cave come into view, the sunrise in full bloom as he pulled the quadbike inside, already bringing it to a halt as he got off, kicking the snow off his ghillie as he took his balaclava and then his hood off.
"Shit, it's getting no warmer. We picked a good position, that's for sure- tyremarks get covered up quick by the wind in this area, so that helps us." Andrew said, as he tossed a chemlight down by the quads, the yellow light illuminating the area.
"Cordite, this is Merlin....do you read Cordite?" Andrew heard, very distorted, as he realized what it was. The small cave was covered by a set of rocks on entrance, and it was hard to spot- but comms remained an issue. He ran out, making his way to an area where his radio at least worked now.
"This is Cordite, we copy. SAM site has been neutralized, as well as two mortar positions. All our required work's been done- we'll hold Vulture and wait for Team Knight, over."
"Understood- Cordite, things have been pushed up. Knight is inbound now- as well as our two contractors. They'll be both arriving at your LZ, the contractors just told us they'll be there at 0430 somehow, and the Osprey bringing in Knight comes in ETA 10 mikes to your location.
"Shit...well, that puts things ahead. What's the rush?"
"We've got intel recovered- it seems we're going to have to be more hasty. Other SF teams will deal with any other threats- you're to move out with Knight and the contractors to Fort Tempest, and raid the place. Get to work on marking the LZ and relaying it onto Omega, our Osprey- you don't have much time, so jump to it."
"Yay. Understood, Merlin- Cordite out." Andrew said, looking over at Nolan, muttering a swear.
"Well then. We've got to set those fuckers up, so we don't have to take bullets any more, and whatever these "Contractors" are, I hope to God there's more than the myths we've heard to them." He said, looking out the cave, as he put out the Chem light, by burying it under a rock.
"Come on, let's go." Andrew added in a simple tone, checking his Mk14 as he assessed the outside, already slowly walking back to the quads.

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Somewhere over the Mountains
0420 Hours

The Osprey was filled by the Growler ITV, Ross's visor down as he sat in gunner's seat, Jenny in the driver's. For obvious purposes, the vehicle had been adapted. to carry the three Juggernauts, with the seats further back. How on earth they were going to carry those two Titans of armored beasts, Brute and Bear, was beyond Ross's thoughts. The V22 was in forward flight, and keeping low in the mountain valleys, most AA sites destroyed and low-level flight keeping them out of any major AAA sites, but at the risk to groundfire- which surprisingly, hadn't been a problem.
"Two minutes to LZ!" The crewmember said, himself manning a M134 RCWS system on the underside of the V22, for close protection- mounted to keep any hostiles away if there were any on landing approach, the minigun attached on the V22's belly as a specialized system. The rear door opened, as Jenny looked out, then looking at Carl, a smirk on her face under her faceplate. The sunrise had risen, and it was getting lighter and lighter, with the darkness no longer in their favour. Adjusting his Mk48, Ross looked out, as the V22 began slowing down, the chatter over the comms now audible as Cordite could be heard.
"Knight, we've got the site secured, marked with IR strobes, but we've pulled back to Vulture to keep ourselves secured. You're going to have to drive that bastard out- those PSC's haven't made their way in yet. How the fuck they coming with us down to Tempest?"
"Not a fucking clue- but we'll figure that out. Jenny, fire the engine up. We're coming in, standby." Ross said, as the V22 swooped in, the vertical flight now slowly kicking in as the rear door was fully open, the rear-facing Growler now ready to go. The engine purred under Jenny's foot, the pedals widened and adapted to deal with the fact that Juggernauts were perhaps not the most wieldy in their suits. Jenny's MG4 sat by her side, as she adjusted her faceplate a little, Ross standing on the rear gun- the Browning .50 cal a brutal weapon that would turn most soft-skinned targets into pulp.
"20 seconds. On my mark." The pilot said over the radio, as the engine of the ITV ticked over, the huge chasm below harrowing, as well as the fact that they were still slightly moving forward and the entire V22 shook like shit being a fearful thing.
"Fuck me, I didn't go this far to get killed from falling down a fucking mountainside." Jenny said, as they swooped in, the pilot seeing the IR strobes through the NVs he wore, as they came in, the IR strobes indicating the drop site.
"Only so long I can hold it, Team Knight, you got ten seconds to get the fuck out my bird, or else we'll have to reconsider, out." The team heard, as Jenny smirked, in a certain type of way, feeling aware of what next.
"Fine by us. We're out of here." Jenny said, as she hit the accelerator gently, the rear ramp not entirely on the snow, but close enough. It was a two meter drop onto the snowy ledge, and they were moving quickly, as the V22 pulled away as soon as they were moving, the crew aware that their job was done.
"Okay, that went well. They'll be holding at Vulture themselves and are waiting for us to meet out- that made a lot of fucking noise, so if you see trucks coming, you know the drill. Carl, keep your M249 set up, this fifty does damage, but we'll need a bit more fire than that for some targets if they disperse." Ross said through the comms, as the snow white Growler kicked up powder behind it, the vehicle hauling some serious speed over the snowy and rugged terrain, the lack of a track forcing the Growler to go over and around rocks and boulders of all types. It wasn't comfortable, but it was do-able, as they headed over the rough direction to Vulture, on their GPSes.
"Seriously, I swear to God, with the way those Giants work, they'll tip this vehicle over and tell us that we need to walk with them to the place. They're crazy bastards, if I last remember how I saw them last." Ross simply said, as Victoria replied quickly.
"It's crazy to think one of them is you know...female. Makes me look like a weakling. Shit, that other one, he's huge. Can't be mechanized, I'm sure of it, I heard no whirring or any shit like that. Like they held that shit up with their own sheer force. How?" Jenny asked, navigating around a boulder, as she drove onto a small track, a horse one it looked like that was well abandoned.
"If I had a pound for every time I asked that to myself, I'd be fucking drowning in money. Maybe they're right, some things you just don't figure out. For now, they're as good as they get as backup, I can guess that." Ross said, as the three armored soldiers moved across the mountainside to the small camp, to regroup with Cordite, the snipers, and then wait for Brute and Bear to arrive.