Carl sat on the opposite side of the chopper from his partner. First Responders, they hadn't been put on rescue detail in awhile. It's nice to be something other then first in, first out kinda deal. He peered out the chopper, watching the trees and rocks whip past them. He grinned a little as the crew chief called them insane. He chuckled a little, looking to Ross as the other heavily armored man set him straight. The Canadian couldn't help chiming in, "We're meant to be doing the stupid shit that others wouldn't think of doing anyway. Where a team of six or more would be hard pressed to try and take an objective on their lonesome, we're sent in because we can. Two men, who can do the impossible like it's just another day at the office." 

Carl nodded to Ross as Ross gave him a look. He brought up his shotgun, slapping some rounds into it then holstered it on his back, and quickly locked and loaded his M249 as well. He cinched his gear in tight, then gave his head a fierce nod, clicking down his own newly modified NVG gear. What was once a left side monocle, is now a tri-cloptic headset with a adaptable optics. Giving him NV, FLIR and [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backscatter_X-ray]Backscatter[/url] xray imaging. Unfortunately the xray imaging only had an eight meter gain, so it's not like he could see into entire houses with it yet. As the chopper came down, Carl unbelted himself and swung his legs out of the chopper. He landed lightly. And moved a few steps away from the heli to clear the LZ. He scanned the area, his shotgun in his hands. He scanned about, then as the chopper lifted out again he took some steps back and joined his partners side. Then the pair set off. He holstered his shotgun and brought out his LMG. He carefully scanned his lines as they went.

He saw the lights coming too almost as soon as Ross did. Ross dove in behind a log. Carl ghosted over and knelt down behind a bank of snow and deadfall. He peered just over top of it. His triclops headset peering out, "Yeah I see four too." He reached down and cinched his LMG tight. He unclipped his Browning holster from it's chest position and transfered it to his hip. He then lowered the safety clip to keep it on there and opened the quick draw holder. He also drew his own combat knife.

It was over so quickly. Ross moved in and dropped the first man. Carl came snaking out of his own cover, and took two out quickly. Pistol whipping one man so hard that he did 3 twists before he hit the ground, his neck making a very painful cracking sound before he hit the ground. The other man ended with a brutal throat slash. The last man spun around and looked between the two heavily armored soldiers he's now stuck between. He swung his rifle back and forth between them. Carl pulled the knife out from the second man. At the same time sliding his pistol back into it's holster. He smiled, "Let's make this fair. Lower the gun, I'll give you a chance." The man panted and did as he's told, not sure where this is going.

Carl stood tall and pushed his visor up, "You know, one shot here." He tapped his forehead, "Will end me. But the way I see it, one shot anywhere will end you. So let's make this fair. One shot each. You land the killing blow and you have a chance, and I land it, we walk." The man saw where this is going now, a duel, just him and the man, he could make a name for himself if he could take down one of these Juggernauts as he recognized them now. There being a bounty out for them, half a million on their heads, a cold million for the person who brought in both of their heads. He saw he might have a chance of atleast bringing in one of them if he could take the smaller one down and get away with some show of his triumph.

Carl and the man faced each other. Carl motioned for Ross to stay out of this. He looked at the AQ soldier, straight in the eye, seeing the man's fear and elation. The AQ soldier looked right back at Carl and saw only steely determination in the big man. Neither moved, just waiting for that right moment. Carl's hand rested lightly just in front of the butt of his Browning. The AQ soldier held his rifle by his side. A gust of wind kicked up some snow, for a brief moment obscuring the pair of duelists from each other. Neither took that chance, they didn't want to win that way. The snow cleared. Carl smiled at the AQ soldier who swallowed back in fear. Carl tensed, the AW soldier tensed.

A pair of shots rang out in the night.

Carl sighed. His Browning pistol butt pressed against his left palm, his right hand gripping the grip, the muzzle pointed towards the dead AW soldier, a coil of smoke drifting from the muzzle, and a perfect shot right in the heart on the AQ soldiers dead body. Blood staining the snow red. A rifle round lodged in Carl's chest armor, "Drew too slow, and fired too early. Poor Bastard." Carl pushed his Browning away and rolled his shoulders. Smiling at Ross with a shit eatting grin on his face, "Shall we go?"