Natalie looked over, nodding her head.
"No shit, this has to be the same fucking thing. I'm really going to enjoy cheese grating whoever fucking did this." Natalie said, looking over the corner and then at Victor, as she then followed him once he tapped, moving out and making the Russian-made, two burst rapid fire gun in her arms make a mess of the recipients of the shots she made. She was laser accurate- the recoil felt like nothing almost, and the weapon was so familiar with her, like her AS VAL and the PKP Pechneg, that she hardly needed to think about how to best utilize the weapon- it was almost automatic. She twatted two enemies with two consecutive bursts, as she skidded on her trousers behind Victor, leaning against him as she shot one more that was down her end of the street, feeling bullets skim past and fly. This was insane, she reminded her inner self. And it was why she, the half-naked, bra-wearing Russian was doing what most Navy Seals would call insanity. Running into fire, and clipping enemies with lethal fire. They were blind, she was not. She had precision, and felt every burst recoil automatically become nullified in her bare shoulder, Natalie's legs and arms automatic but cringing with pain. The nine mils were taking their toll, and she knew that if she got a good dose of Antibiotics and Painkillers, along with a pair of tweezers for herself, she'd probably be alright. She had better things to die to.

Like the RPG a bearded terrorist was holding, and was already raised. Natalie dived down, straight behind a car as it went off, slamming into a van on the other side of the street, which flipped the vehicle and sent smoke and shrapnel up, Natalie already using the distraction to her advantage, as she shot the man straight in the chest, with another huge explosion sending two of his comrades by his side- Natalie assume she had hit a warhead on his side pouch, perhaps. She looked over at Victor, nodding her head again as she sent two more bursts, before finishing the mag, throwing the weapon to the side as she saw him take a few more out, nulling the storm for a while. This avenue was partially clear, and the place was anarchy. Natalie adjusted her bra, before finding a PKP on one of the bodies, and a belt of some sort, with a pair of boxes attached. Looking over at Victor, her face a cut and bruised with her blonde hair buzzed and not ordered like before, she knew that this wasn't how this was going to end, and sure as hell, that no harm would go on. They wouldn't let that happen.
"Shit, how you feeling?" Natalie asked, looking over at her Mohawk boyfriend, his warpaint and his AK-12, along with his hair making him look like a Red Indian from the Warrior Society of the tribe, but by today's standards with weaponry. Though Natalie knew that Victor would not mind wielding his mighty Tomahawk and War Club and not giving a shit about bullets and shrapnel till after, probably scalping and decapitating every single person that came in his way, she knew full well that for now, fighting fire with fire was the way it had to work. 
"The local police are bound to have militarized, SWAT teams, maybe even the Belgian Special Forces. Fuck, we need to figure out what's left. This could all be a distraction, I've seen it before. That was big, whatever it was, but if they've got this, they've got the capability for more. What was it you said about Afghanistan Victor?" Natalie said, looking up at him, as she saw a few enemies come her way, turning around as if she was back to back with him, the shorter female of the two spraying with her favorite infantry weapon on a pair of terrorists that emerged from the building, one grazing a shot in her elbow and barely squeezing past Victor's armpit, as Natalie winced, but kept herself up, moaning a little as she looked back.
"You said that they had the same guns, I remember. There were chemical warheads there, and they had improvised mortar systems...oh...fuck. Victor, whatever we're going to do, we either die by bullets or die by gas. If it means stopping the other, I'll risk the first." Natalie said, a smile on her face, as she kissed him on the cheek, keeping back to back still as she looked around.
"What do you think? I mean...we must act now, they're going to want to hit main population areas instead of second guessing and putting it far away, and they sure as hell want us dead as High Value Targets, particularly you. I'd rather give them the satisfaction of being close to their crosshairs but never in them." She said, keeping the PKP raised in her hands as she looked around, covering her sector of the street.