Carl grunted as the Growler bounced and jolted down the road. He grinned as the went from what he could remember of their big brother and sister in the PMC they could do all the work alone if given the chance. Not that the three of the smaller Juggernauts would give them that chance. As they bounced along he grinned back at the two snipers, taking over from Jenny and Ross, "Oh believe me, those two down there who are starting the party without us? They represent the current pinnacle of unassisted personal armored infantry fighting. I don't know how they do it, and I doubt I ever will. They are giants in all sense of the word. Heavy, deadly and dangerous. And never ever think they aren't. You'll get a good idea of it during this operation." He turned back then pointed ahead, "I'm seeing contacts." He began to full-load his LMG as the jeep came to a grinding halt to let the snipers out. And began to fire, shortly after Ross did. Spitting smaller rounds out at the desert fighters, "Get some! Get some! This is for Brussells you mothers!" ----- Nolan leapt out of the growler, grabbing rifle and ammo pack as he scrambled away, ducking to avoid stray rounds as the armored infantry rolled off. He engaged in a ground eatting lop, not quite a run, he didn't want to fuck up his breathing. He'd need it for the fighting. As they slid into a good firing position he reached into his pack grabbing his APERs mines. Then dashed over, digging into Andrew's pack without asking and grabbing the mines out of there too. He then hopped some rocks and began setting up perimeter defenses and booby-traps. He set down nine mines in quick succession. Leaving them a way out if they had to bolt from their position, but covering their rear and flanks just in case the insurgents below got it in their heads to come after them. He grabbed his survival knife from where he left it so he could dig a mine into a dirt hill. He then came dashing back. He vaulted the rock and settled in with Andrew, "Our out is at seven o-clock, over the ridge behind us and through a hole in some rocks. Provides cover and an easy out. All other vectors are covered by mines. We'll be fine." He began to set his rifle up, clicking the bipod down. And slotting a magazine of HEIAP rounds into the breech. He cycled the bolt manually quickly on his TAC that he had brought rather then his own XM500. He then checked the spotting device, mentally taking note of distances and points of interest. He nodded, "Good dope on the scopes...let's see then...sandstone...ramparts...and...got them." He took a long deep breath, and let it out, calming his breathing. He blocked out the sound of the shooting beginning in earnest below. Frankly as long as the firing didn't happen right beside his head he had other things to worry about, "Windage seems almost nil..." He flicked his thumb on the safety stud of his rifle and smiled, "Mjolnir huh? Let's test that." He put eye to scope. Got a good hold, and pulled the trigger. ----- Carl grabbed the roll cage of the growler as Jenny skidded it into the small building. He urfed as the sudden stop almost gave him whip-lash. He shook his head to clear it, demounting his M249 off the front of the growler and jumping out. Almost instantly buzzing down a quartet of enemy soldiers that came running over to try and get the jump on them. "Remember we're in Section E-24. Don't forget your purse Cap." He chuckled as he stepped out into the street and immediately ducked back as a big .50 cal GMG somewhere ahead spat down at him. He peeked out around the corner, "Stay strong out on your side Jenny." He reached back over his shoulder, pulled his Carl Gustav off his back, loading one of the Dual Purpose High Ex rounds he carries. He grins, "Clear my back blast!." He shouted as he stepped out around the corner, feeling a .50 round splang off his left shoulder. He smiled raising his left arm a moment later and flipping off the .50 crew. Then pulled the trigger on the RCR. The rocket hissed out, and took out the whole top floor of the building the GMG was in. He laughed, "Good to be back." He slotted the GarlG back onto his back then fell into Ross's shadow. M249 at his shoulder, spitting rounds out cutting down enemies as they went. ----- Victor strode forward confidently, unlike the amazon they had destroyed earlier, there was almost nothing this army of fighters had that could hurt them. Other then those RPGs of course. And maybe those big 12.7mm guns. Maybe anyway. It was still up for debate as even without full frontal armor he'd already taken a few of those .50 cal rounds to the chest. Victor stepped past a man who he had pretty much cut into with splash damage from his grenades. He didn't need to worry about him, Natalie is behind him, she'd take care of him. He had other things to worry about, like clearing the way. He swung his Grenade Machine Gun back and forth smoothly. The recoil off it almost unnoticeable by the big man. Every round, pin point accurate. He blink-fired two of his rockets. Taking out a technical coming down a side road. He highlighted another rocket target and sent a tird rocket at the base of a run down inn. The rocket hissed in, blew up some load bearing walls an brought the building down on top of several fighters inside. He walked right past, ignoring the screams of pain and calls for help. The one time he did slow, and almost stop is when they came in sight of the walls of the fort. And several RPG rockets came hissing down. They missed, but pattered his armor with debris an shrapnel. He grit his teeth and fired up at the tops of the walls to get those fighters heads down. He grunted, "C4 hun? Gimme a second." He patted himself down quickly, somehow managing to keep firing his XM307 one handed, though the fire was far less accurate then if he had been using both hands. He finally answered, "I've got five stachels left." He looked at the gate then grinned, "Fifty seconds." He swung his launcher onto his back. Took up a sprinters stance for a second, then with a push, he started running, it wasn't a fast run but it ate ground quickly. Half way there he had two of those C4 bricks out, one in each hand. He slammed them both onto the gates, then planet a third up there as well. He quickly connected them together then hurried back to where Natalie waited. As he did, he heard a crack, and a man from on the walls came tumbling down, landing to his right, a large hole punched right through his chest. There came a series of more cracks moments later. Booming, almost deafening sounds. And he turned to see several more fighters pitch backwards off the wall or forward onto the ledge or over onto the ground outside. "Big Bore rifles firing." He clicked into Ross, Carl and Jenny's comms, "Are those big bore rounds yours little friends?" His Norwegian and Mohican accent sounded like someone had taken the best of both worlds and created a god. He reached Natalie again, and checked the timer on his HUD. Forty-eight seconds, he had beat the fifty second mark he had given. He pointed at the connected C4, "Go ahead babe." He told Natalie. "The fireworks are all yours."