(Not an amazingly creative post- just a lot of shit going down).

Natalie clambered back up, moving from cover to cover as she took out another soldier that was shooting on Victor, taking a few rounds, yet moving with a flair and elegance that someone of her size, height and weight should not have possessed. Moving to a concrete post, she took a Flashbang and quickly set off the pin, before bunging it over into the concentrated area of the torpedo storage room, keeping her head well in. A round richcheted off the side of her neckbrace at the same time as the flashbang going off and sending a volley of white light inside the room. She swore, turning and with a certain aim, taking the cartel member down, the 9x19mm rounds puncturing him quick and fast, with little noise for it. The big kevlar suit sat on Natalie well, as she jogged, her bulk truly seen as she looked like she meant business right here, right now.
"Whiteout, bastards!" She yelled, as she moved around, taking her USP.45s from her holsters as she moved immediately into the smoke of the flashbang.

It had been an extra-strength- as if the original wasn't good enough, this flashbang had more capability, and Natalie's eyes had been stunned, even around the corner looking directly away. It hurt, but the sting in her eyes was easier for her to deal with than enemies. Some were on the floor, firing wildly, a few pelleting Natalie's lower half armor as she took them out, with clean shots, moving through as one suddenly ran into a wall from the effect. Taking cover by a vat of sorts, Natalie fired over, USP.45s in both hands, the recoil tolerable due to the sheer force behind her wrist. She took another man down, before switching to her Shovel, which found it's way into the man who had fallen over, completely dazed and confused. The wound was fast, and left no trace, as she stepped past him, Shovel in her right hand and her partly empty USP in her left. She fired a few more rounds into a man with an AKM at the far end, quickly clipping him as he failed to slide behind his cover in time, unlike Natalie who could take a few rounds, as she went for hers. Getting new magazines into her USPs, followed by the AS VAL, she rose up and fired back out of the torpedo room, looking to Victor.
"Whatever you're going to do, do it now! Throw your C4 brick into the middle of the room, I'll rig up the rest!" Natalie yelled to Victor, as she took out her slabs of C4, looking around at the rest of the processing plant- the place a massive Coke factory, built solely for making cocaine of a mediocre quality, but high value.

Getting charges set within each processor, she wired each up to her clacker, as Victor held the line, the process taking about a minute or so. She kept the detonator close, as she moved to Victor's position, shooting her VAL as she slid into cover, half of her exposed as she kept her head fairly down below her neckbrace, firing away.
"We need to get out of here, charges are rigged, back the way we came right?" She asked, as she then pushed over a set of cover, going to another, as suddenly, the noise of a helicopter boomed. And Natalie realized one thing in particular. It wasn't theirs. It flew in low, headed right for the exit of the submarine pen, and it looked like a Little Bird, from first appearances. But it wasn't anything of the sorts- it looked like it wasn't theirs, to begin with. It was whatever this cartel was hauling, and Natalie realized it was armed. Two M134s and FFAR rockets. This was military grade, an AH-6 of some sort, and it wasn't friendly. It began to slowly fly in, miniguns blazing on the concrete dock, avoiding use of the rockets for now, as the pilot assessed the situation, of what was going down. Bullets flew. So this was what it was like to be on the far end of her minigun, she thought to herself. It was frightening, but she always had kept a game plan, and right now, this pilot had made a dumb move.
"Shit, shit, shit! Victor, right into the water, full dive, just do it!" She exclaimed, the guns still firing away, as Natalie counted on only one thing. Too much shit had being going down in the last two minutes, and it was a horrifying mixture of sick and anger. The thing was, the cocaine facility relied on a lot of Propane, and Natalie could only guess that the concrete structure would throw the pilot off, from his already low-flying position. And right now, it would force him out, of the narrow sub pen. And Natalie knew that Victor had a certain device with him, the grapple- and that perhaps, they could just turn the tables in a very intricate way. Natalie could have been mistaken for a blonde with big boobs, a big booty, a big body and so on. But she had a brain to match. One that worked like Victor's, for survival, even in the most unorthodox of ways. She almost moved in a way that took him down into the water too, as a knee-jerk reaction to get them out.

Throwing herself off the concrete and into the water, the noise of a FFAR kicking off the concrete where they were made the decision altogether more rewarding, the force kicking all the air she had taken in. Natlaie kicked hard, aware her flippers weren't on, searching for her rebreather pipe, the lack of air blurring her head a little, the shock from the rocket blast inside being a significant one. Taking it from her back, she put it into her mouth, sucking hard as she knew it was going to be needed, checking the clacker, as she raised it in front of her bare eyes. Swimming as best as she could under, she saw the outline of the helicopter slightly rotate, as she saw Victor by her side, close by when they had gone in.
"Okay, Victor, you need to trust me on this one...get the grapple again, just fire the line onto the helicopter's skid. Wait for my mark." She said, as she slowly came a few meters off the surface, Pulling the gloved hand, the clacker clicked, and the blast was immense, the helicopter being thrown almost into the wall, though the pilot held it, almost wanting to get out. Yet he had no idea what was about to happen- something that was completely the unexpected. Natalie was close to Victor, as the water physically shook from the blast, the whole concrete structure slightly vibrating from the sheer volume of Propane that went up, and the machinery totally gone. A mission success. But Natalie knew their extraction wasn't going to save them with this on hand. And as the chopper slowly stabilized, starting to get out, Natalie knew it was going to be something different. She'd never hijacked a helicopter before, but there was always a first time for everything. And there was nobody she'd rather be doing it with than her fiancee.