"That's why we're good at this shit, mon cherie." Natalie's Russian hardness never, ever melted, but underneath that, you could almost imagine that inside that suit, was a red-dress wearing femme fatale, from Paris, the blood that ran through her veins sometimes coming out, replying to Victor, and that hidden excitement he had. It was fucked up, but somehow, knowing that they were in the heart of darkness, raising hell, was what made it what it was. Ross and Jenny could only look on, a little bemused, at how the two interacted, as Ross turned to Carl.
"Neither do I. But we're in the heart of hell now, and someone's got to go and confront the demons inside." Ross simply replied, putting his visor up momentarily, clearing the sweat from his brow, as he put it back down, watching as Victor and Carl looked around. For a moment, he didn't understand why he was looking back....and how it almost turned ugly, the noise of Natalie's equipment and suit turning around almost 180, almost like a rhino at Carl, before Victor was already first. She stayed quiet and stopped dead in her carbon-fiber-titanium hitting tracks, as Victor loomed over Carl, making the poor fucking guy probably shit himself, she thought. Well, if he wanted to admire her body, she'd give him that.
"I'd prefer you didn't use that scanner on me, Lieutenant. Or you're going to be looking at one soon of your own broken bones. Be lucky there's a fellow First Nations between me and you who understands too.....or you'll forget that flesh you saw faster than you think." She was cold, the ice that could be heard through the comms clear as day and yet a little with laughter at the end, as she turned, looking at the other female operator of the team, who looked like for a second, had just kinda had everything that needed to be said about the subject by Natalie, Jenny only nodding out of a scared respect. She didn't like being a bitch, but hot damn, if it wasn't fun sometimes.  
"Too much? Sorry, I can't help it....but you should totally get one. Or a camera inside for you? Don't want you losing your mind in there though...." She said over the private comms line with Victor, chuckling a little, as she turned back to the corner, and the other troops that were holding the point, watching, waiting, if something would change.

As Victor and Carl moved through the alley, the noise of gunfire being heard, the soldiers on the defensive point waited. Natalie span up the GAU-19, as Ross moved behind, chambering a round, Natalie looking back.
"Ready?" She said, visor open still, as she locked it shut. With it, Natalie, like a bear of some kind, hauled the tri-barreled gun into her two sturdy gauntleted hands, and readied herself. Then, the noise of shots could be heard in the hall. She moved around, into the smoking fire, and stood still for only a second, to open up.

Whatever was left was torn apart, .50 rounds bludgoning the rest of the soldiers, the 7.62mm rounds that the other men were firing down range having little effect, as they pushed through. Natalie and Ross pushed forwards, Ross taking out a couple as Natalie hosed down the group that were on the defense, Natalie providing suppression fire as Ross and Jenny ran over the battlement, as the anarchy began. Natalie moved forwards, and moved quickly over the battlement, as Ross, Jenny and the rest of the soldiers provided cover fire, and they began to sweep, clear, and rush into the very veins of the inner compound. The noise of Carl's HEDP could be heard, blowing apart the computer servers, the lights cutting for a second, before coming back online, the whole mountain feeling like it was being blasted apart in times when there was a loud explosion, even though they were deep inside now. As mad as it was, Natalie knew that it was people like herself and Victor that embraced the chaos, and fought through it. Perhaps Ross and the others would see less to that. 

"Good to hear, Lieutenant. We'll regroup further down, there should be a command centre in here. We can meet there." With that, Natalie led the way, heading deeper into the mountain, over the piles of bodies, and blood that lined the plastic floor, the place a mess, that for certain. They headed through the corridors, towards the apex of the base's last usefulness. The others were staying back, leaving Natalie, Ross and Jenny to sweep ahead with a smaller team than they set out with, headed to the command area of this high-tech base, a stark contrast to the 1800s fort outside, this being pulled from what felt like the future. They had no idea of Zara, none yet whatsoever.