Victor fell into position behind his fiance. A tomahawk in one hand and one of his silenced MP7s in the other. He carefully picked his way along behind her. He stayed up above as she moved into the first room. Dropping down to join her shortly after the brief action. He went to the door to cover it, peeking through the small crack between doorjamb and door itself. He turned to look at her as she numbered out what they might face. He nodded, "That sounds about right. Can't see there being more then that, place would be overpacked." He checked his ammo count quickly. Then raised an eyebrow at her, turning to look at her, "Wait? What's the..." He trailed off, "Damn it we plugged out HVT? Well will our luck get better I wonder." He sighed and slipped back to the door as Natalie set up her trap. He waited then followed her out, switching up his MP7s for his USAS12s.

He set his big boot down carefully on the catwalk as they made their way. He grit his teeth, and hissed out, "I feel like I'm going to crush this catwalk any second. I'm surprised it's held up under both of our weight." He froze as the section he's on lets out a pop. He blinks down at it and waits for abit, hoping it doesn't collapse. The catwalk settled and he heaved a slow breath. Then froze again as that man walked out. He almost reached out and grabbed the man, it would have been so easy to just grab the man, cover his mouth and nose with one big hand, and wrap his free arm around the man's neck to choke him out. But Natalie's words to hold off cut's through his want to make sure there are less people they have to fight.

They crept on. Reaching the wire line. He nodded, "That's going to hurt. When you're ready babe." She lead the way. The second man was still at the top of the line looking down as his buddy and Natalie passed by him. He turned when he felt rather then heard the big Mohican's approach. He turned and got a view of the paint on his face. Victor body checked the man, sending him down into the gap. Victor grabbed the wire and slide down the rest of the way quietly. The man he had checked falling in front of him, his scream of terror causing several of the baddies below to look up and watch in horror as the man fell. He slammed hard down on a pillar, half impaled on it. He choked, still barely alive. Before he began to spasm, rounds slamming into him from above. Victor landed with a crunch of breaking boards, and splintering stone. Even without the big heavy robotic armor on he's still a big guy, powerful, massive. He raises up from the crouch and begins to fire. those modified Ruafoss rounds kicking out, punching through cover with ease. Cutting holes in hard cover to get at the soft targets behind them. He darted behind cover as fire shifted to him. He growled into his mic, "Attention's on me now my lovely. Do something with it yes?" He blindfired over the top of the crates he hid behind. He grinned, "I love my job."