Carl chuckled as he hooked up, "I gotta say, I got a lot of respect for your Royal Marines. They are straight out bad asses. I don't think the JTF2 would take this as a viable transport method. Thank god I'm not one of them." He made sure his karabiner up high on the wing tip, then waited. The tough fabric of the safety strap went taught, the karabiner clicked then the attack chooper began to lift. Carl felt his balance shift and then they were airborne. He freaked out for a brief second, feeling nothing but air beneath him. He had to tell him it was like being pulled out by fast line attached to a little bird.Just like a SPIE extraction. He got settled, "Okay, this is going down as one of the most incredible things we've done. Just saying." He clammed up as the flight continued.

Carl listened in on the briefing. He nodded, "Yeah they send in a large force into that mosque, we'd never hear the end of it. International sanctions, UN investigations, world wide news coverage." He keyed into the briefing, "Merlin, Knight 2 here, what's our rules of engagement on site? How much collateral are we allowed? Any wiggle room? Or do we treat this like we would a "friendly" country and no unauthorized destruction of property if we can help it?" He grabbed the wing of the Apache as the pilot made a particularly impressive juke. He grit his teeth, really impressed with this pilot. He had some balls, and a great deal of skill.

As they crossed the border he nodded his tri-clops headgear down to scan the ground and the approaching terrain. He nodded, he liked the way this was going. He tried to catch a view of his partner, "I think this is where we were going to end up eventually brother. We have the time, the skills, and the equipment. So operating in territory like this just had to come up." He grabbed the wing with one hand as the heli jerked to avoid the side of the canyon they whipped through, "I hope you have something to clean the side of your chooper with pilot, keep that up and I might make a mess out here." He let out a soft little urp of nausea.