(Queen is away apparently, so I will get a post up. Cycle as usual- sorry for being away for a while.)

Jan kept up the lead of the combined SF team, keeping his 416 raised in a certain combat pacing. He heard Medved and Zhenya talk, in Russian of course. And his good command could tell what he heard next. Jan stopped himself, turning his head like a Vulture, looking over.
"Fuck. They'll be dropping into hell, if those MANPADS and the ZSUs in the airfield remain. Okay, Medved, we need to advance to that location, double-time. Get the Su-25 and 105mm support we were told about online, ready within five minutes on our standby. We will need to launch our assault as soon as all AA targets, and our snipers have a good set of shots on them too. We need to destroy any targets, and then swiftly push in. We need gun runs, rockets, laser-guided bombs and anything else that thing has availible, on my co-ordination Medved- otherwise we will have to hit armor the old-fashioned way. And I don't fancy our chances if they have a BMP ready." Jan said simply, the Pole's Russian clear to understand, the similarity of his home tongue and the Russian he spoke interlinking.
"Scott, make sure your AT has HEDP for structures AND vehicles, if we can't level everything. We have no time, half an hour is not enough to do what we want. By the time your Brigade comes, Medved, the airfield won't have any intelligence left in any command buildings, and I know you are here for just that too." He simply said, back in a combination of English first, then Russian. His linguistic talents were relatively fresh, but they had to be, or else getting a point across would be far, far weaker. Moving quickly, at a jog, the team co-ordinated, they cleared the ridgeline, to the sight of soldiers right ahead. TIAF.

The men were wrapped up well, but only armed with Zestavas and AKMs, with an odd G3A4 among them. Must have been Turkish, Jan thought to himself, for only a split second. The rest of his mind focussed on what they were up against.
"Soft Contact, 50m, right ahead, five tangoes, TIAF alright. Engage at will, follow shots on the rest of the men in the patrol. We have no time to hide the bodies, we need to pace down and get to OP Nevada." Jan said, as he raised his 416, finding cover behind a boulder located next to a rock, aware they were right over the ridge now, but only just, and they had to engage quickly. Jan knew Medved had paced into some cover, and the rest of his team were practically in, so he picked up the shot on the man at the rear, already aware that down the RMR sight, his target was easy enough to pick out. He focused on the target, and with a single trigger pull, the silenced HK416 coughed a round, straight into the man, taking him down nicely, as he knew the team would have the rest, not even having enough time to take another target, though he did aim for the second to last man. The engagement was quick, but it would not stay like this- TIAF would have heard the shots, and no doubt, they had started the fire.