The minutes passed, over the snowy and desolate terrain, as the Growler kept hauling ass. bumpy as anything over the terrain, the GPS showing they were almost 500m away from the designated point.
"Almost there!" Jenny yelled, as they went over a particularly large bump, Ross thrown up a little as he held the gun, cursing.
"Fucking women drivers." Ross said, laughing like anything and saying it in a particular manner that would piss her off, as Jenny just held it in, hearing the comment too much yet knowing that she drove better than most men that had undergone the Advanced Vehicle training. She'd like to see Ross try driving over a boulderfield close to a glacier, she thought to herself.
"Yeah, yeah...we're here. Ross, I'm going to kick you in the balls when you get out of that thing, and it's going to be a fucking good one. Now we wait." Jenny said, the Growler coming to almost a dead stop, as they skidded on the snow, the sight of a few rocks and a unremarkable site visible, but only just. The clear morning was now beginning to fill with fog, as slowly and surely, it filled the area, and was getting stronger by the minutes. It was surprising to see, but something they had to deal with. 
"Well...where are they.." Jenny said, as suddenly, two white things emerged from an alcove, where Andrew and Nolan had hid under the overhang. Andrew had gotten a little colder, but his body temprature rose a little when he moved up, the XM500 in both hands, the heavy .50 cal carried as he jumped down some rocks, looking at the vehicle with the three Juggernauts.
"Surprise motherfuckers!" Andrew said, moving down the rocks, laughing a little as she looked over, Ross pointing the gun sideways and almost levelling it on them two when he saw something rise in the corner of his visor, a little panicked but then realizing it was friendlies.
"Cordite! Get your asses over here, you look cold." Ross said, as he checked the perimeter with the M2 Browning, the two snipers moving briskly down as Andrew looked over at the three.
"Good to see you. So now what? We on the quads or with you?" Andrew asked, cutting down straight to it, as he looked around, the large .50 cal rifle in his hand something that even with a shortened barrel due to the bullpup, was still significant. Ross looked over, just starting to explain.
"Well basically..." He said, as he was interupted, the noise of a voice on the other end coming in.
"Knight, Cordite, this is Merlin. Callsigns Brute and Bear are being redeployed further down the valley, the fog's getting worse, we can hardly operate any air transport. You can probably see it- it's sweeping in quick, so they're relocating. They took a beating in clearing a significant command post, but they say they're still willing to take on Tempest with you. Sending you GPS co-ordinates of their new dropzone- it's far further down the mountain, you guys are on your own for now."
"Understood, Merlin. We're moving out." Ross said, as he looked back at the two snipers.
"Jump the back- the quads are a liability, we can't have them down there. It's going to get bumpy." He added, Andrew leading the way as he moved quickly, running around to the back of the vehicle as he clambered in behind Ross, up on the gun, Andrew himself taking his hood off and his balaclava, to get some cold winter air on his face. Jenny hit the gas, the vehicle already moving 

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Natalie adjusted herself in her suit, following refuelling, back over the mountains.
"We're being redeployed, apparently. Mountains according to a friendly Osprey that was there a few minutes ago wasn't too suitable as an LZ for us because of the fog to move from on our feet, and besides, I like the idea of direct action more. They're deploying us further down the mountain- a hotter LZ, but it's about a kilometer out from Fort Tempest, and we'll be on our own. No significant gun runs, or large-scake fire support till the rest of the team comes. Besides, we want this Fort intact- no dumb fire missions to level it, in case we take out half the local population, so the best we'll get is maybe an Apache to help us. But hey, that's fine by me." She said, as she clicked her hands, herself feeling at least cooled down, after she burnt herself.
"You know, I knew that woman. A bit. I mean, it doesn't surprise me one bit. Lots of rumors going round that she killed Qaddafi and then ran for the money, and that the guy that died on the streets was a double. I could have gone into his Amazon Guards if I asked I think, mauled him with my titties myself. What a horrible human being. Both of them. Wait...you know, both of them?" Natalie said, chuckling a little, as she knew that the innuendo had slipped through, though it was a little dark, and perhaps something a little too open.
"Ah well...I suppose I've got more than enough ammunition. Might request for a new suit altogether to get setup for me, you know, move on. Yours could still work, but I always wanted something like yours, but with a more femme touch to it, my working. If it works for you, then it can work for me, just fine." She said, a loud noise yet no flames being heard, as Natalie's face held the worst of it in, feeling her rear rumble. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGiTPgvKktM]Pearl Jam[/url] played over the stereo in the back of the Chinook, and Natalie, adjusting the shot-up Beret on her faceplate, smirked.
"It's far better than our shit in Russia. Far, far better. You Americans always do some things right, but I wonder what you'd be like in the VDV, if you weren't that big. Now our Paratroopers...they have courage I tell you, I mean I went through the process and myself, made them efficient killing machines. Badly armed, yes, killing machines, most definitely- no Chechen could stop them if you gave us the right drop zone and rifles. The men are good fun, especially when they're your bitch. They were my bitches. Hmm...when you tell a whole plane full of men pumped so full of testosterone that you'd throw them out one by one without a parachute if the first man faulters and they believe you, you know you're feared. Maybe there is sexism in the institution. Good thing I'm physical evidence that it doesn't..well, exist that much now." Natalie said, laughing a little, as she sat up, checking the scenery out the back door, the two warpainted faces of the two Super Heavies clear to see. She kept her lightening pattern, the blue and red starking, yet nothing too ridiculous. It looked more like it fitted someone like her, something appropriate, like Victor's was for him.
"When we're done with this, we're going to fuck like nothing else. I don't know how we can top before, but between us...we can figure something out, my big Brute. Anyway, business before pleasure. We have a lot to deal with, before we get a lot of the latter." Natalie said playfully, as she checked the M134, bringing it up on her lap, as the Chinook came in.
"We're coming in! LZ is hot as the fucking spicy chilies I got in the post, there's fucking hundreds of these bastards!" The crew chief on one of the M134s on the side of the Chinook said, Natalie laughing as she put down her visor, engaging her HUD as she brought up her own M134.
"Good thing I've got another minigun then. Hold us steady. Down we go." Natalie said, as she looked out the rear door, coming down on some sort of house roof, as a relatively safe LZ compared to most of the others. Moving out the back, Natalie knew it was a meter drop, but something they could deal with, onto a low one-storey roof. It was fine, even with the weight, she thought to herself, as the Chinook's rear and side gunners opened up, laying down fire. As she lept out the rear, aware she'd hit the roof, one thing quickly occurred to her. That wasn't a sandstone, or a mudbrick, or even a very strong wooden structure. It had a corregated roof.
"Shiit!"

She slammed through the structure, making a giant-sized hole, aware that Victor would follow. And as luck would have it, they fell right in front of a pair of insergents, Natalie landing right on her side, on her shoulderplate and in some ways, her rucksack. The terrorist screamed loudly in Arabic, and fired AK rounds at her, the bullets pinging off, as it made her angry, and she got up with a ferocious, adrenaline induced movement, the early morn not something she was still in her prime within. The Spetsnaz Machete on her left arm, by the reinforced GPS, was already out, and it was a bash, slash, stab and generally, fuck shit up weapon. And oversized. Natalie simply took the close range rounds, walking towards him as the man realized it was pointless, as she then lashed out a strong kick in the moment his mind was still struggling to comprehend what he saw, and walked over, thinking.
"Futility is horrible, isn't it?" She said, as she bent over, popping her visor temporarily as she stabbed the man hard in the throat, the man's grabs pointless to her, as she saw a mist of blood arise, and go on her face. She put her visor down, and looked back.
"FUCK! Let's fucking go!" She said, as she walked back, offering a hand to Victor, and then headed towards the other corner of the shack, kicking a metal door in with significant force, already firing the M134 up. She felt bloodlust rise, and it felt eerily familiar.

Emerging into the open courtyard, which would have been a fraction too small for the Chinook to make a safe drop or landing, Natalie took out at least six individuals on an adjacent building, letting Victor follow up, as she took the point, the half slum, half undeveloped village a small dot on the map by Fort Tempest, and something that was literally full of OPFOR enemies. Plenty to kill, her mind thought to itself, as she kept up the fire, rounds spewing as the noise of the weapon sounded like a genuinely pleasurable noise. It was like Thor's lightening bolts, in comparison to the Thunder of the XM312 that Victor wielded, the boom to her light.
"Now, we rearrange this place! Victor, you want point? We're headed down the hill, towards the fortification- we'll have to scrap any exterior defenses with some 30mm guns first, or else we'll get RPG'd to shreds- let's take our time shall we?" Natalie said, feeling the bullets ping as what felt like a whole squad of soldiers fired their AK-12s and AKMs at the two, the bullets harmess even though a lot of their armor had taken a hit. They weren't backing down, not today at least.