Natalie continued to fire her M134, the multi-barreled weapon growling and almost growing an orange hot, as she took down a few more men, tearing many holes in them, as she stepped over some bodies, carrying on, feeling the AK rounds ping off, harmlessly. The last of the men from the barracks went down, following Victor's USAS12 barrage almost completely turning to shreds the rest, as it quickly emerged what the situation was. They'd cleaned this area of the fort. Even Saxon, or Jenny's MG4 had come quiet, as they all somehow realized what had happened. Walking around, she kept the barrels spinning, taking out one more man that ran from behind a car, quickly having most of his former self projected onto the far wall of the fort.
"Shit. Courtyard is clear. Knight, looks like we haven't got any more to take out. There's bodies a foot high in places- I think that estimate of 200 was around good." Natalie said, chuckling over the comms, as she looked to her side, to Victor.
"That was intense. I could really do with some R and R after this." She said to him, looking around, aware that the fight wasn't totally done. Walking back to the front, at the gate, she saw a few Taliban troopers running, to then instantly stop in their stride.
"Bad luck!" She yelled, as she raised the M134, and the weapon barked loudly, the weapon not even combatable by the Taliban soldiers, who shot, and then ran. Neither of which fazed Natalie, as she tore them apart, the heavy minigun recoiling hard but doing it's job.

On the walls, Ross kept moving, already firing as he felt rounds slam into him, one in his groinplate and another in the helmet, but he didn't care. He was moving, and fast. He laid down a hail of 7.62 fire as he walked, aware that down below, hell was being raised also. The noise of 30mm rounds, followed by FFAR rockets into the village was booming, but not as much as the XM307 locally.
"Good hits, Spear. Hold fire on Fort, we've got this. Over." Ross said, as he kept up the fire ahead onto a set of enemies moving out, clipping them with a couple of shots in the torso, from standing not bad. Looking around, he checked for more targets, checking the ammo line from his ammunition assault pack, before quickly lowering the weapon.
"Shit, Bear, this place is clear. I'm not even sure how the fuck we just did that." He said, as she laughed.
"Welcome to rolling with us." She replied, as she stopped firing, Ross putting up his visor, aware the area was clear. He looked over to the far side of town, where a bunch of Warrior FV510 IFVs rolled through, carving a path through the main route in town. The Apaches circled again, quickly cleaning up a set danger close to the IFVs, as they came in, barely fording a river that flowed close to the Fort, before making their way to the front. Ross and Carl headed down, aware that they were going to get relieved.

Natalie made her way back into the fort, looking to Victor.
"Your friends are here. We'll sweep this intel up, and get out of here. Our Chinook should be coming back- no AA left to interfere now, our LZ was a ballsy one." She said, reminding him of the fact that they were lucky to insert when MANPADS were up, and that it was something that the Chinook pilot had taken with an incredible pinch of salt on his approach. Flares and ECM jamming must have been used, she reminded herself, or they'd be bags of meat in metal.
"Intel seems to suggest what we saw at the command post, confirming it. That thing, Phoenix, wasn't the only one. And that the Group, is called "Ravenclaw". Saw their name on a document somewhere- seems to suggest they're multi-cultured. Rogue elements of Chinese, Iranian, Indian, Russian and Brazilian governments, centered on a central terrorist axis- they're not connected, but extremist elements, the odd politician or two, businessmen and extremists who profit are in. Explaining the Russian guns. And Brussels." Natalie said, as she put her faceplate fully up, kissing Victor's, revealing the Lightening pattern on her face, with her blonde hair on a bun visible just. Her face was dirty, but gritty in a way you'd expect it to be. She swung the M134 on her side, walking to the command tent again.

Walking in, she looked at the papers a little closer.
"Suggests Ravenclaw forces are out of theater now. We wiped out a good cert, but this says the rest are going into Pakistan. And then dispersing, I bet. Roughly 1,000 soldiers, armed with modern equipment. Even Western gear. Shit. Add to that the intel about the other armored suits, and that's a problem." Natalie said, as she found a sturdy metal box, about the height of her rear, as she took one of the pieces of paper to hand, and sat on it, the giant's weight almost crushing it but the boxes of ammo held.
"Taliban and AQ are being fucked up on a royal scale. This was one of their last big strongholds. And we just emptied it clean. Ravenclaw wants to hit the West hard. We just retaliated, but I hope it wasn't for nothing. It's got a good web of intel on the other stuff, locations of other international internment points. Where they lay their head low. A few places on the planet, it seems, some surprising, others not so much. I can't infer much here, but it's useful, if we want to know where to go next." Natalie said, as she looked over to him.
"These suits might be a little more than hit hard...but we're still Gods, Victor." Natalie said, putting it back, as she stood up, already reaching up to Victor, and undoing his visor, her lips hitting his, as she tongued, tightening her arms as she then let go, already a smirk back to her face. She walked past, and slapped him hard on the back of the suit, by his rear, before turning her head back.
"And I sure as shit know you'll kick some ass rain or shine. That guy still alive?" Natalie asked, pointing to a man in the middle bleeding moderately, the one Victor had dealt with earlier, as the other Jugs came into the compound, visors up, as the Mechanized Infantry moved through the rest of the village slowly and carefully.

"Aye aye." Ross said, finding an oil drum to sit on, barely coming down comfortably, as he saw Jenny come over, her helmet off and in her left hand, her MG4 in her right. For a moment, all of the soldiers there saw eye to eye, Natalie looking around.
"You did good, Knight. For your size, you are more than capable." She said, as Ross laughed.
"We did our part, Bear. What we had to." Ross replied, aware he was playing with fire here, aware they were just waiting now for the British infantry to move in.
"Call me Natalie. This is Victor, if you didn't know. And as you know from before, we're more than just some ghost stories. This is what we do for a living. We want the bastards to pay for Brussels as much as you. We have the wounds to prove it." Natalie said, looking to Victor, before looking to the Juggs in a steely way.
"Jesus, so it was you. Who saved those people." Jenny said, gulping, in the thought.
"We almost died for them. He almost had a bullet planted into his heart, and I've got too many nine mil rounds that have had to be pulled out. Sacrifice is sometimes worthwhile." Natalie said in her cold Russian accent, looking over in a certain glare.
"You understand, but do not feel it. There are oceans of blood to be created for those responsible. We have only begun. And as have you. Today. A long and dark road to redemption lies ahead of us, but we shall get it." Natalie said, widening her stance, as Ross took her into account. Nothing could deny it. The two were titans, just massive. They were large, beyond scale. It felt as if if he ran into either of them, he'd just bounce off, like hitting a brick wall. It wouldn't be a good occasion to try it.
"I guess so. You're friendlier than they say." Ross said, as Natalie laughed, looking over at the smaller soldiers in general. They were good, but not Giants, or like Ares and Athena were when they made their presence clear.
"You found us on a good day then. Shit, that was good." Natalie said, looking to Victor.
"Anyway, our ride's here in five minutes. Good luck, you three. It has been a pleasure." She said, offering a hand to Ross. Her massive armored gauntlet shook Ross's smaller gloved hand, herself chuckling, as she looked over, aware Ross had something on his mind.
"And before you ask...Victor is my fiancee. I can tell it from your eyes, Ross, you are looking in a way that only men with a hard-on do. But I will permit it." She said, walking over, her voice booming slightly, the Russian accent amplifying it almost.
"And very, very few men get to hear that. Have fun." She said, walking away, leaving Ross in a state of disbelief.
"Oh come on!" He said to the other two, Jenny laughing, as Ross got off the oil drum, and looked over at the two walking away, the masses walking out the front gate, the noise of a Chinook in the distance.