The GMG's fire withered the gun position into a smouldering wreck, and the Israeli operator followed up with a stream of minigun fire toward a squad of armed men as they raised their weapons to open fire on another squad moving to reinforce those at the gate. Barely a moment later, the Stormhound followed suit to Tobias' suit. The retro-rockets fired with a blast of yellow flame, and the parachute disconnected, rippling away on the wind. The rockets brief blast was enough to cushion the landing, before Gabby landed hard with a resounding thump, the rockets blasting away with explosive bolts. Inside the perimeter of the mines' fence, she quickly took stock. Gunfire chattered out from the portcabins; a zoom in with optics showed a small knot of people, one of them firing an RPK from the door frame, others darting in and out and firing a motley assortment of old-school SMG's or AR's. 
"Got a few to my three, moving to suppress 'em while you cover my ass, wait one". 
Launching into a darting run, she loaded FRAG-12 rounds into the auto-shotgun on the suits' left arm and played the weapons' muzzle across the front of the portacabin. Shards and splinters of particle board, plastic and plaster burst out from the front of the structure along with plumes of debris, before she slid into cover.
"Roger, Lionheart", she replied as he called out about the hostiles moving in. "Moving to your position".
She spurred the suit into movement again, sprinting across the outside space of the mine using the cover of a large dumptruck and a rock crushing machine. Another burst of minigun fire cut down a fireteam along with a couple of grenades for good measure that blew the pickup they were using as cover to pieces. She drew to a halt alongside Tobias and gave a wave with one of the suits' hands. "Hey, 'sup. Got bored on my own, came to see what you were up to".