Eric narrowed his eyes as the heavies stepped out of the jeep, "That explains why the jeep was riding so low. Both of those guys have to be atleast 400 pounds a piece. Armor and weapons all together." He focused in on the one with the beret, reached into a pocket and pulled a digital camera. Setting it ot the eyepiece of his rifle, clicked a zoomed picture of him, before pulling the camera up and quickly snapping a dozen or so pictures without the rifle scope. Click click click, again and again, "I've got visual evidence. What the hell is the deal here I wonder." he flicked his rifle from target to target watching and listening to Markus' commentary.

He narrowed his eyes, "They know each other. Another branch? Militia?" Before he could say more Beret got back into the Jeep. He settled his scope over the man and the jeep, "I could take him if..." He didn't finish the sentence. The bruisers stepped forward, leveled their guns and began to fire. For a brief moment he lost his trigger discipline. His finger hooked down and around the trigger, atleast for a brief moment. He could have pulled, the round could have sung out, and dropped one of those tanks. Driven right through the visor of the man. But before he could apply pressure he gets a hold of himself and jumped to his feet, shedding his camo. He pulled the small single use piton gun off his belt, slotting one of three pitons he has on him into place, sets the barrel of the gun against the stone, and fires. He takes a moment or two, too lace his rope up to it. He loops the rope through a caribineer on his hip, then tosses the rope out. Folliwng it over a second, briefly free falling before the rope and caribineer caught his descent. With a woof he came to a stop 3 feet above the ground, groaning as it felt like he'd pulled a muscle with that stunt, "fuck...I'm one the ground. Get over here!"

He cut the rope with his knife, then limp ran to the road just as Markus pulled up. He ripped the back passenger door open, and jumped inside, pulling the door closed behind him, "Go! Don't lose him!" He got his armored form up right and rolls down the window, looking out back, "Looks like the two big guys are looking for rovers of their own, we have sometime yet." he leaned out the window, a tight fit in his armor, "Get me a line on him! I'll try and take his tires. And hopefully we can extract before the two big guys get in range." He brought his rifle up, sighting through the scope, tryng to draw a bead on the jeep ahead of them, "Come on now."