(Sorry if I God-Modded Medved- I did want to get something communicated, though their command is still firmly in your hands Skythion.)

Neil looked through the spotting device, adjusting it minutely as he tried to focus it a little.
"Maybe...but those IFVs are a problem. They could cause anarchy, and remember, .50 goes through that shit. Just, but it will be needed. So jets first, but even then, likelyhood of them taking off is close to nil." Neil added, adjusting it's point, as he watched the sunrise continue, the sunlight illuminating the area fairly well, with a dawn that seemed to drag for a little while.
"Lima Actual receiving?" Neil said through the mic, looking over at the airfield with his sniping partner.
"I copy you, Neil. Situation?" Jan replied, looking over to the other two members aboard the Little Bird, as they eased in, flying straight halfway through a valley before coming down in a small set of trees, in a gap that would probably just about accomodate a helicopter like this. The pilot was talented as hell- but even Jan knew he couldn't perform miracles. He replied first, as he kept his weapon raised, covering any angle, the helicopter slowly and surely slipping in.
"Several aircraft, likely immobile, a BTR-60 and a pair of BMP-1 IFVs are potentially active in our AO. We pinged about 30 to 40 soldiers on the airfield right now, it's a hive and a half. Not many TIAF scouting parties, but we've heard a fair share of shit within 300m of us. They haven't hit a single perimeter mine, thank fuck. Just pinged two ZSU-23 guns, and a Igla installation, on the roof of the decayed ATC tower. Probably effective to about 5,000m. Well within what the Ruskie transport craft will be flying at."
"Understood. We're at LZ Echo, we're going to move 600m west to OP Nevada and set up a position to do some Forward Observer work- set up a shot on the Igla first, then eliminate the ZSU platforms. Only on my mark, Sniper Team. Lima Actual out." Jan said, as the helicopter came in lower, the pilot simply speaking through the radio to communicate his point across.

"We're on a slant, gents- you'll need to drop the last few meters. The Russians are to sort out your exfil, Captain- I'm back over to the FOS in Turkey." He simply said, as Jan uncliped his seatbelt, looking over at Scott to his right, nodding.
"You heard the man!" Jan said, as he practically nudged himself forward and fell the last two meters, into the thick snow, landing as gracefully as a soldier fully kitted out could. Scanning his area, he looked around, searching for hostiles, as he then realized what Zhenya had said, it beginning to hit home.
"Zhenya, these friends of yours? Where..." Jan said, scanning around, as he realized in his quadrant, there they were. The Little Bird was flying through the valleys, low as it was but safer than clearing it and possibly risking fire from AA sites, which would be a nightmare. The TIAF weren't well armed in regards to AA, but whatever they did have, it was going to be concentrated, 

Jan guessed to himself that it wasn't going to be easy, not through these forests or when they got to OP Nevada- and this was why Medved was right here, on the floor. Medved One had his AN-94 raised high, the team scattered behind as they edged forward.
"Guns down! We're Lima." Jan barked in his Russian, as Medved-1 chuckled, looking over at his men, as he walked forward in the snow, his AN-94 partly lowered.
"And we're working with you, Captain. And you have no choice about it. You happen to have a reason to be here. As do we. So let's get this done, yes? The ridgeline is 200m up there, then it goes downhill, until a plateau where the airfield is located for another 800m or so. TIAF AA is all over the place, but they concentrated in the lower areas rather than these mounts- the bastards, for the better shots- and while we won't be able to destroy them in full, we can deal something with this airstrip."
"And what of the path ahead? We have a sniper team in the area, they're prepared to take that balance away on the airfield itself, of the Igla and ZSU threat." Jan added, aware that the two of them, himself and Medved-1, were both lowering their weapons.
"A few QRF and patrols. Nothing you cannot handle. And I felt there was something about this place, they did well for an observation point. It's your call when you want that balance taken- but after that, we must move fast." He replied, as Jan nodded.
"Yes. Let's move then. No time to waste." Jan simply said in Russian, moving forward through the snow as they went up an incline, to the top of the mount, before as Medved-1 said well, they'd head down and move through the intermittent forests and clearances that had been made by a combination of human activity and landslides, the slush of the snow and rock sometimes subsidizing on the more barren areas and leaving a set of fallen trees and random lumps of earth in the process. Raising his HK416, Jan kept his eyes open, as they moved up, slowly and surely going at a combat pace as they looked out for contacts.