(Keeping continuity. I'll make it so that we all have one more post to make in theatre, then we'll bring around the two new characters.)

Svetlana looked over, watching as they emerged.
"So, we got a plan for that?" She said, laying down fire on them as they responded with 12.7mm fire that hailed down, even sending Svetlana to a relative hardpoint behind a container, as she heard two incredibly loud explosions. She heard the two suits get torn apart, by what she could only guess was integral explosives. She moved out, the heavily armored Babushka now back into the line of fire, and directing shots downrange, the secondary explosion of one of the heavily armored suits going up as it didn't faze Svetlana to say the least. Cool guys don't look at explosion- and Svetlana took a guess that applied to the other sex too, so she went about her regular buisness, rather than concerning about the fact that it was going up in a hail of flame and shrapnel. The vehicle pool had also gone up, as the armored vehicles inside were pretty much torn to bits too, or at the very least, rendered unusable.
"Yep...nicely done, I felt the heat from that on even my skin. Imran, what's the situation inside?" Svetlana said, as she moved out, taking out a machinegun post as she felt the bullets ping off her suit, an awesome feeling, but one that she felt still adapted to. She kept up the fire, as she knew that she, along with the other heavy, Bjorn, were making more than enough noise out here and really scaring the shit out of the enemies.

Meanwhile inside, and Imran was pushing in, flanking each corner out, as he swept his Mk48.
"Seems clear, you've got most of them on you. Antoine, good work down there. I'll meet you downstairs, we'll get our shit and get out of here. Howard, keep finding what you can in terms of patrols. I think we just destroyed their leverage...and you know, most of their shit. I think our work it almost complete." Imran simply said, the exoskeleton responding very, very sensitively to his finest movements, as he swept the area that the team's inflitrator, Antoine, had already covered. He made his way down a set of stairs, and moving with a certain pace, was keeping an eye out for any enemies. There were dead guys, and they were carrying crates of some sort. He didn't like this at all- he had to have a look, and keeping a head around him, looked over to one. He moved the body over and saw the metal crates- all of which looked very, very well reinforced, and surely, nothing could be breached in this thing. He got back to moving to Antoine, as he kept the Mk48 to hand, looking over at the MP5-armed female that seemed to be like a Ghost.
"Well...this looks tidy, but the grenade could have damaged this shit. Careful next time on that aspect. We've got to get these samples back to the airlock sealant, then leave it to the chemcial warfare team to deal with." Imran simply said, as he walked over to the airlock, looking in, seeing nothing moving within, as he cocked his Mk48.
"Spectre, this is Raven. We've secured the facility, most of it looks like it's cleared, and Black Eagle and Viking are up top with Lasanga turning anything into scattered pieces that's running now. We're looking at a high-grade Artemis raid- we racked up kills of two Class Two Mechanized suits if I saw correctly through Black Eagle's headcam, and a few armored vehicles too that were stashed. AK-12s throughout, a few other interesting weapons too. These guys were armed well, but they've left with nothing."
"Understood, Raven. Extract's coming, Brazilian forces will move in shortly to clean up- Artemis looks like it's escalating whatever it wants to do, things could get busy in the next few days." Imran heard Spectre say, as he looked over to Antoine, picking up two crates himself, as he moved over to where the airlock door was, and a small hatch right by it. Sliding one of the crates in, he guessed that when the system cycled through, it would put the crate on the other side- a transport system of some sorts, perhaps negating the need for actually putting it through the door. When he pulled the hatch down, to even Imran's surprise, it was what happened, and the next crate went through, one of a handful.
"That wasn't too bad. I mean, apart from the fact that we've got enemy mechanized armor suits, and you know, modern Russian weaponry, it's all good..." Imran said, chuckling a little, as he heard a loud explosion go off upstairs, Svetlana quickly answering.
"Sorry, sorry, I hit a oil tank of some sort! It's all good!" She said swiftly, as Imran chuckled, covering Antoine.
"Yeah, I bloody hope so. Let's deal with the last of this and get going, Antoine- Howard, if it moves out there and doesn't seem to look like a friendly Brazillian SF unit, then they're fair game."