Andrew chuckled, seeing the cavitating torpedo sear past, rushing through the sea as an undetectable, almost hypersonic to them appearing out of the blue and gone back into it again.
"Yeah, no shit....he's fucking Solid Snake in that thing. Will probably cause them as much issue as he did....come to think of it, this feels a lot like a Metal Gear Solid fucking rip-off. You know? High tech terrorists, a world-ending threat, in the Arctic....nah, I'll shut up. That's totally not this. Right?" He asked, chuckling away, knowing Nolan might not have known, but either way, the realisation was amusing to him. Turning his head back forwards, he continued to kick, seeing the glacier end up ahead. With a few more pushes, the Kiwi was at the surface, right by the edge of the ice. 

Clambering up, he got himself up first, reaching a hand to pull up Nolan from behind.
"Come on then. He might have a head start, but we still got fuckers to frag, and a job to do. I'm with you, Nolan." Andrew added, pulling his balaclava back, and getting ready to move.

After getting righted, and ditching the rebreather tanks in favour of the ghillies they'd brought in their waterproof bags, Andrew felt a little more ready, the DSR.50 cocked and ready, with the MP5SD6 on his back and the USP by his side. The drysuit was still on, given just how cold it was, and it still provided good insulation above ground, keeping hypothermia and the extreme cold at bay. It must have been -40 with windchill, it was the sort of cold that almost sucked the cold out of the Kiwi's lungs, but he guessed the Metis' Canuck didn't give a shit, completely at home in this. Moving along the glacier was treacherous, but they had found a route through, mostly sticking onto the more solid arcs of compacted ice, avoiding the crevasses. It wasn't much ground they had to cover, but enough for them to reach their first observation point, an opportunity to take stock of the ridgeline they were going up and onto.

"Four guards up there, looks like a shitty OP at our next shooting position. They'll see us if they move up. Nolan, you want the two on the left, I'll clip the two on the right? Range is about 410, 420- comp will be hefty in the downdraft wind here but put it two clicks left on your optic, and it'll neatly line onto them." Andrew asked, aware that once they were on the ridge, they would have clear view of the upper radar spotting position and AA missiles, and then a clean run to do overwatch for Osprey.

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"Hoo-rah!" The rest echoed, clambering into the V22, Natalie visibly grinning as she sat by her fiancee's side, the only place she wanted to be right now in the rear of the tilt-rotor. Taking his armoured hand in hers, she looked into his eyes, a look of fire right there.
"You look good, honey. Want me to adjust your war paint a little? I know how touchy you are about it....and how you like it." She said to him, smiling. They had formed a bond over it- she had once rocked a lightening bolt after all on her face, not in the same manner but in one that felt meaningful to her own self. A mark of confidence, albeit for today, she was clean faced. It seemed trivial, but they had a journey to go on, and well, themselves to make sure they were ready. They were the super-heavies after all. Where all the bullets were flying. It paid to be feeling good.

Meanwhile, Ross sat by Jenny and Carl, the other mercs and soldiers stepping in.
"He certainly has a way with words. For what we're about to do...stay focussed, and stay sharp. Remember, principal is that target down there. They'll be well protected, maybe even have a lot more firepower. So just be ready for anything, you two. We really don't know what cards they hold." He added, the tiltrotor beginning to whir up, the flight about 30 minutes out to the AO. They'd have some time to prepare, and by that point, the snipers would have done their job, as Ross checked his Mm48 over, Jenny her MG3's magazine.