[i]Before boarding the plane[/i]

A auto-sense in Dom's suit snapped the face plate closed as the first shot from Imran's revolver roared out. The round kicked off his left shoulder. The rest of the shots pinged off the armor, in one case ricocheting up and pinging off the underside of his helmet. He didn't stop walking until he was standing right in front of Imran. The shark grin face plate sliding to the side. He glared good naturedly at the man, "Satisfied? And yes it is very good. It's not prototype, just a very well built suit." HE grinned then, "Our mutual friend should know better then to allow himself to live out his fetishes in places that the Mafia has a hand in. He'll work off his debt to us eventually. He knows we'll keep our traps shut about what he does to women, as long as he does his part. My Capo is good like that. And I'm good at keeping my mouth shut about things too. Never knew you could do that kind of thing with a chicken, tape and a razor though..." He grinned as he made his way into the building.

[i]On the plane in[/i]

Dom carefully slid HEI-T rounds into the hopper that he'd be wearing on his back. The High Explosive Incendiary Rounds, with a tracer tip were standard ammo for the M242. The Bushmaster spat the things like a pez dispenser. When the hopper is almost full he closes it up, and with an almost stupid amount of ease he lifts it with one hand, hooks it on his back, connects the feeder belt to the side of the M242 and grins, "Ready and willing."

Howard knelt beside the big armored APC-ish vehicle that he had called in a favor to get for them on this operation. IT had a mounted HMG in case they needed it, and was armored up and hardened enough to stand an RPG or three. Howard was making sure it'd handle the landing, and refamilarizing himself with the manual so he could drive it. He himself was nicely kitted out. He didn't have his Lynx on him but the M39, and his carbine and heavy pistol would make good work of clearing out anyone that tried to get at their getaway vehicle.

[i]On the ground[/i]

Howard grinned broadly, steering the big truck like APC through the streets, and making a hard beeline for the facility. He grinned, and ran the gate. Sending both of the steel decorative gates flying. He skidded to a halt, making sure the back loading ramp was out of the line of fire. Then popped the back. He then climbed up and into the gunner's nest. Activating the HMG, and providing suppression.

Dom had planted himself at the ramp, intent on being one of the first out. As they came to a stop and the ramp dropped he strode out all nonchalant. He didn't have a weapon in his hands. As he came around the side of the truck fire was directed on him. His face plate snapping shut. He strode out front of the truck and grinned, "Your opening is..." He pulled the M242 off his back, worked the safety, braced himself and unleashed hell. Loud coughs of the big autocannon roared into the courtyard. The HEI rounds blowing holes in the defenses cover. Sending them scattering to find harder cover. Dom grinned, "open...get moving."

Howard and Dom kept the grounds clear with combined fire. Dom causing a great deal of carnage with that big autocannon. Ripping apart cover to keep the defense running. Dom could hear some of it. But what he heard the most of is the song, "Speak Softly, Love" playing on a set of earphones tucked into his ears. The soft music at odds with what is happening right now, but he really thought it fit really well.