Eric held on for dear life. Gritting his teeth as the torpedo sped through the water. After a few minutes he felt the crunch and bang as the torpedo hit rocky sea shelf, angled up and a moment later felt the crunch as it punched through a ledge of ice, throwing itself up and out of the water onto the ice about 20 feet from shore. He waited abit then unsealed the torpedo from within. Looking out he took stock of where he is. Above him a cliff of snow ice and stone. He nodded, "About where I'm supposed to be..." He whispers this then adds, "Hey Markus...here we go again right?" The shrinks and the doctors know about this of course, his way with coping with his partner being gone. They're sure it'll pass but he still speaks to his missing partner as a way for him to gain the resolve he needs to do more. He gulps, "Just a short climb buddy." He grabbed his weapons and the bergen bag from within the torpedo. A pair of foot spikes, and climbing axes. And it's up the cliff he goes, "Just....another day...in saving the world brother."

Elsewhere Nolan breached the surface of the water, just his head, and shoulders and part of his back just enough so he can see up and around. He looked around and nodded to Andrew taking the hand up. He dumped the tanks at the edge of the water letting them lay there in the lee of a low dip in the ice, "Retrieval team will have a fun day with finding these..." He whispers. Out of his water proof bag comes the recustomized ghille, white and grey and ice blue strips of cloth and cords, blending in quite nicely. He grins and nods, "The cold can be good for you." He chuckles a little, "Like tromping through the Manitoba north in the middle of winter." He sniffs, "Even smells clear up here."

He set his weaponry appropriately then started moving at Andrews rear, covering their back angles as they go. Picking their way across the ice and snow.

He froze sensing it almost as soon Andrew called it out. Nolan slowly turned around and took stock, "Hmmm good call on the distances..." He took out his wind and range finder, setting it up on a rise of snow. He looked at it, "Call the wind at nine kilometers per hour, make that...yep two clicks left, damn Andrew good calls. Okay..." He shifted to his left abit, climbing over Andrew, "Okay...got a good hold on them...this will be a through and through I think." He nodded, made one last adjustment. "Count of three...and on shoot..."

Again Elsewhere Carl looked out the chopper as it rose from the ground, "Hold onto your shorts ladies and gentlemen, that wind looks like fun." 

In the tilt rotor over Victor hums then unseals the front of his helmet, he squeezed Natalie's hand, "I did my best with what I had, but yes a little adjustment to it would be nice. Doesn't feel right on my cheeks." He lifted his head revealed a fair bit of skin that isn't hidden by the war paint. The Warrior's Print he wears today is fierce and intimidating but not quite finished as he missed bits here and there, "Got your paints or need mine?"

Carl checked his hi-power looking down the ejection port and blowing into it. He nodded, "Clean, almost as clean as a whistle." With a click it slid into the quick release holster at his hip. Then pulling clear his M249, opening the loading panel, checking to make sure nothing is in the way. He nodded to Ross' words, "Don't do anything alone, we don't know if they've boobytrapped anything. right gotcha. Keep an eye on everyone and keep your composure and focus. You bet."

On the ice shelf Eric suddenly threw himself to the snow.

Nolan whispered, "Three...Shoot..." It's a dual crack. And at the range they are at the base barely hears a thing. But the wind carries the report of two high calibre rifles down to Eric. The .50 rounds cross the 420 meters to the targets in short order, barely 3 maybe 4 seconds in the air. The four barely have time to register something happened before all four drop like dominos. Neat holes, kill shots all four. Nolan reached up and levered his breech handle, the click-clack of the handle dead silent compared to what just produced a foot deep depression in the snow just in front of him. He reaches up and places a hand on Andrew's shoulder, "Just wait...just to make sure...don't rush in...I want to make sure there isn't anyone else who might be nearby, keep a hold on the nest. If someone pops up that doesn't look like Eric you nail them." He pulls his eye off the scope and scans the ridge above them for movement.