Victor quietly made sure his jump kit is secured. For someone weighing in at a little less then a ton of armoring and kit, he actually had three parachutes as his main jump kit and then another two as his back up. He made sure every buckle and every belt is secured, he had alot of stuff on that would cause a nice big crater it if all disconnected in the air. He gave one last tug as Carl came back into the cargo compartment. Grinning at him and the smaller juggernauts, "It's been a good long time since we had a chance to fight beside each other. Everything should be quite fine. We've all gotten new toys I see." Looking at all the new kit that Carl, Jenny and Ross were packing. He smiled, "And we do too." He watched as Natalie drew her sword grinning broadly. She favored that heavy crushing edged weapon. He reached down and brought up that heavy titanium rifle butt club he had made some time ago. Refined even more. Made almost completely of titanium with a few hefty dense pieces at differant places. The business end of the club now weighted with a chunk of lead-platinum-osmium alloy. Making the swing of the thing deadly. Back in testing he had swung it hard enough that he had very nearly lost the damned thing. It now came with a hand strap that he could put on if he wanted to use it as a proper weapon. After testing throwing the weapon it had pulverized a granite block at twenty feet. He reached over and tapped the club against her sword.

Carl watched this from where he stood, keeping three points of contact for how he stood. He felt a little under armed honestly in the presence  of these two behemoths. But at the same time he knew he had a great deal more maneuverability then them, he'd be able to apply that in combat alot more. But he knew that he'd never be able to contend with that pair of giants in the strength or sheer devestating power they could likely employ.

At the far end of the plane, the jump master stood speaking into his headkit. After he got the information he called out on the unit comms, "Alright Ladies and Gentlemen, and I use those terms loosely, Drop zone in two minutes. Perform final prep. Check your lines, and your chutes. Again two minutes." Victor got to his feet as the rest of the Blue Sword unit did as well, the soldiers in lighter armor started checking each other over. Victor turned to Natalie and began to check her after he stood up. Carl walked over and looked Jenny over carefully. Ross doing him and Jenny checking Ross. 

It took everyone about a minute to get that settled. And just as the majority of them finished the jumpmaster nodded, his hand on his kit. And hit a button, the red jump light coming out, calling over the comms, "Red is on! Red is on! Opening the ramp. Push the kit pods up!" A few of the Blue Sword soldiers pushed five kit drop pods forward, cylindrical pods holding extra weapons, ammo and other things that the group will need on the ground. Enough there hopefully to keep them until the rest of the task force reaches them later in the day.

The jumpmaster called out, "Last check! Ready up! Set your pull timers, 800 meters! We're coming in towards the mountain face so there won't be any need to adjust your drop on the way! Get ready!" The rear door of the plane finally opened, decompression sucking at the soldiers. The jumpmaster hit another button and a green light burnt brightly. He called, "Green is on! Green is on. 45 seconds!" The pilot called back to them, "Good luck! Task Force Retaliation is moving! Once you're on the ground you're on your own until they arrive. Forward observation will be blowing an outpost while you're in the air. So the targets will have something else on their mind." The jumpmaster waited, watching his handheld timer, then shouted, "Pods go!" The five pods were pushed out, "Jumpers go!" The Blue sword soldiers, Heavy Juggernauts and O.G. Juggernauts followed moments later.

Down on the ground Nolan had the radio reciever tucked against his head, "Right! We got it. Blowing charges. Andrew hit it!" Andrew depressed the wireless detonators. And the outpost went up in a ball of flame and sharpnel, the IFVs and APCs going up in flares of fire. The ammo blazing, several rockets kicking off and crashing into technicals and other equipment. The enemy scrambling to get clear. An armor piercing rocket slammed into the side of the tank, piercing a small hole in the side of it and toasting it's controls. It could be repaired but in the hail of explosions it'd be awhile until anyone had time for it.

The push to end the terrorist group who had attacked Brussels was in full swing now. Nothing could stop it now.

Up in the air Carl couldn't even see the explosion all he had eyes for was the altimeter on his arm, and making sure he didn't bump into anyone. The meters ticked away, the late night air roared by his helmeted head. All that mattered for him, was the jump. And what a jump it is.