Natalie followed him up, aware that this was very hard to do, in suits like this. Even though they were significantly less than their usual armor, she could still take 7.62 fire pretty well, not sustained but enough to sometimes go head on. And for anyone normal, it would be still seen as ridiculously heavy. For Natalie, it was like what a normal person would feel wearing a heavy coat would be like, except all over her body. It was almost six inches of Kevlar, after all- and while it meant comfort wasn't great, sacrifices could be made. They managed to clamber all the way up the lift shaft, from the subterreanan water pipe, to almost the roof, clambering around the lift. It had been hard, but they'd done it, somehow. She did think to herself why they hadn't just figured out another way. Just gone loud earlier. But then something deep down, beyond the bold Amazon in her reminded her. She was Spetsnaz Alfa Gruppa's finest for a reason. She had been a Major in the VDV with a good reason. She was cunning, and she trusted herself to command around 100 men. She could do herself and her fiancee just fine, and doing this approach was going to punish them for a good reason.

"Thanks. Such a Gentleman." Natalie said, as she looked at Victor giving a hand, his diving goggles and mask still on, the noise of him inhaling air almost scary enough, as Natalie's bare but soaked face saw his eyes for what they were underneath. A Lover's. And a fellow Giant's. Moving up, she knew her weight would be significant, but she took almost a running move, using his hand as a support as she threw her hands upwards, her gloves catching the ledge, as she pulled herself up, her entire legs and a particular view from below as she got up, and then lay down, offering her hand down. She pulled Victor up as he managed to jump up and grab a hold on both her hand and the ledge, before they got themselves co-ordinated again.

Moving onto the roof after Victor breached, they were back in the rain, on the roof. The Sub-Pen was semi-within the cliffline, but this part jutted out into the Carribean, and the service on the roof hadn't been used for years. As Victor slammed a Tomahawk into a hostile and silenced him, the man dropping quickly, Natalie smirked, as he took off his breathing mask and goggles afterwards. She raised her AS VAL, as she kept it by her bulky shoulder, looking over.
"Nicely done. We're on top of them now. Now we get to have some fun." She said, as she led the point, crossing over to the other service door, that the man had come from. It was a ladder onto the roof it seemed, and a room sat just below it- perhaps the man had gone up to see what the commotion was with the helicopter that had now gone. But whatever it was, the poor bastard was dead. And Natalie knew this was their way in. An observation room within the sub pen, it seemed, as she looked back.
"We will extract here- we'll get the chopper to go to this location once we're cleared. We're here for our HVT and the cocaine producing facility." She said, as she approached the ladder, looking back, giving a certain type of signal of "I got this", as she then looked down. The drop was about ten feet, and she felt good to not even bother using the ladder. A man moved forward, yelling in Spanish, as Natalie didn't stop what she was doing. She almost threw herself into the gap, the drug mercenary then realizing what was coming.

Natalie came down on him like a pile of bricks, reinforcing her drop with her dive knife going straight into his neck, pouring blood onto the floor, as her right hand kept her AS VAL high, an other enemy trying to take his AK off the table. Two 9x19mm rounds threw him onto the same table before he even chambered the 7.62 bullet into the AKM, as his head bled. Not even any bullets had hit the glass, they had gone almost center mass in relation to his head, and stopped almost dead before they exited. Moving forwards, she scanned the rest of the room, giving a quiet wolf whistle upwards, for Victor to come in. Moving forwards, she looked into the pen from the observation room located at the back of it, the small area dilapidated and ruined. There was a significant presence by the water, where three large fishing boats sat, probably loaded up with the goods. And by it, a large doorway. Probably for a torpedo storage room, now turned into a drug factory.
"I estimate about 40, to 50 in this direct area alone. That's where they are making the narcotics." She said, pointing it out in a particular Russian accent, as she then looked back at him, and then the man on the table now.
"Wait, hang on." She said, she went over. It was hard to ID him, because he had two shots just below his nose, and it hadn't done much good for his face. She pulled out her Android phone, the device flickering into life, as she saw the picture come up, as the first thing- to confirm the target.
"This is him. Pablo Rodriguez. How fucking little security did they have around their big boss...shit." She said, looking back, as she looked outside, dragging the body off the table, looking around, realizing things could go bad, if they decided to visit back. It was an act of luck- perhaps he wanted to oversee it, rather than doing the dirty work. This room wasn't altogether too bad- it was just a little tattered, like this entire base.
"Okay, we'll leave a trap if things go south. This might be excessive, but when this goes off, that's when we go guns blazing." She added, taking a small 2kg slab of Semtex off her hip, placing it in the HVT's jacket lining, and rigging up a small cable. It'd detonate within a second of the cable snapping, as it was rigged up against the door, rather low but easy to trip on. It was out of sight- and the explosion in a room like this would boom, really concentrated even in the local area. Moving over the wire, she headed out, aware that now, they had wet work to do.

Moving along the catwalks, they stayed out of the way of the main patrols, and above most of all. They were rusted and unused, hard to walk on, but they would do.
"We'll try and go down there, get inside the drug factory, then go back after it's done." She said, moving quickly yet silently, as she moved with a tactical and cunning purpose, stopping suddenly as she dived behind a set of crates, as a man stepped onto the catwalk, walking slowly past. The darkness inside was good enough, just, behind the fairly large crates on the catwalk, as Victor and Natalie stayed in the black shadows, the suits helping with almost no light bothering to show the rubberized exterior even existing there from an outside perspective.
"Let him go." She whispered quietly, keeping very close to him, as he passed. Crouching, she moved around the crates, looking back, as she then got back down, avoiding a flashlight from some men below. The catwalk was sparcely used, but Natalie was going this way with good reason. She had a cunning plan on how to get to that torpedo room, the makeshift cocaine factory. They had to make a mess of those fishing vessels too, but that would be improvised. Natalie just had a hope that this plan would work, or else they'd be improvising.

"See that there?" Natalie whispered, poking her eyes over the edge of the crates, at a cable of some sort. It seemed like some sort of steel support wire, that went to the ground level from the roof, almost bisecting their catwalk, but only missing by about two meters or so. And the men close to the torpedo room were dispersing, spread out now. Good. It was time, she thought to herself.
"This is going to rub like shit, but the kevlar gloves we have on will do. We need to get down there, set our charges. And we will have to go loud now. We'll take the two men ahead, and take the cable down to the ground level. Move like liquid, and we should be okay. You might want your USAS when we get close in." She added, as she looked into his eyes, moving forwards, smooching him on the forehead.
"Somehow, this is suidical enough to work....and you know how this is. On my lead, Brute." She said, as she then chambered a new round into her AS VAL, nodding, as she then went.

Sliding over the crates, the Amazon was moving with a momentum that was powered by something more than just her muscles. Her determination and her fury, her adamancy. The two men weren't able to react, as Natalie popped one of them, leaving Victor to deal with the other one, the man she took down falling from a burst of silenced 9x19 rounds, as Natalie kept running and firing blind on the , AS VAL in her right hand as she launched into a jump, her left hand grabbing the steel cable, as the noise of a sharp rubbing was audible, the pain almost coming through onto her actual hands below. A couple of mercenaries below on the jetty pointed her out, as they fired on her, Natalie sending in return a full-auto burst, the silenced rifle clipping one and downing the other, incapacitating him, as a few others realized what was going on. Natalie took almost half a magazine of rounds that punched against the suit, but felt still invincible and moving, as she then dropped from the cable, before it hit the wall. It was almost elegant, her size moving in such a way, as she hit the ground herself after about a large 20 foot drop, rolling as she stood tall, 7"2 of Russian moving with a purpose as she finished the magazine off, taking rounds from the far side as she slid into cover behind a concrete barrier. They weren't taking her down, she reminded herself, as she flipped the new magazine inside, aiming down the iron sights and taking out another man, as she pushed up, aware that her big Brute of a fiance was coming to play, and he had two shotguns that in any respect, had more than enough potency to punish these drug runners.