Nolan shifted abit then heard his partner's callout. He turned and spotted the pair as they thumped through the snow. He reached up to give his scope one more half click up just in case, "Conditions same..." He sniffed then counted, "Alright let's see here..."

About a mile to their west, up abit into the snow field Eric went to a knee as he heard another distant boom from what he could only imagine is his two snow wookie snipers further up. He could see the base ahead of him not too much further now. He'd be at the perimeter here very soon.

Back with the snipers Nolan squeezed, the shot whickering along, he watched the bullet displacement through his scope. And had front row seats as the bullet punched into, and then out and nearly split his target in two as he'd hit him just above the waist. A big hole from the .50 round turning soft flesh into a red misty pulp. The force of it knocked the man down and the instant shock killed him if the fact he lost almost all his entrails didn't do it moments later. He leaned back from the scope and spit off to the side to rid himself of the taste of disgust at that rough kill, "Well that's a way to do it. Messy but it's a way." He gets up as well, grabbing the kit bag with extra rounds and counter-measures from where it had fallen in the snow. He makes his way up the ridge and to their firing position. He gets into position and looks out, "Damn...look at all that. These folks really know their job."

As Andrew called it in, Nolan spots something and swings his rifle up. Just as Eric responds, "10-4 Cordite, unlike our neighbours I could hear you from a mile off." He's at a stretch of perimeter fence. Using a tube of acid to cut through the links. He turns slightly, "I can almost feel someone's scope on me, and I know our neighbours don't have an eye on me. Which one of you is that?" Nolan chuckles and patches into the line, "Sorry Osprey, force of habit saw your outline vaguely on the snow behind you, drew a line of sight just in case. Cordite Two here by the way." Eric nods as he knows Nolan can see him, "Well as long as it's you two." The section of fence he had cut with the acid pack falls free and he catches it shifting it aside, "Osprey has achieved an entrance. I'm going in." He hunched through the hole. And before Andrew and Nolan's eyes he roadie runs across the tarmac, like a shadow and soon he's at the edge of the C-Cans, boxes and pre-fab buildings that are on site.

Nolan nodded, "Already have you beat brother. Go, I'll give you both over watch." As he says that he's clicking his scope settings up and placed his little weather instrument aside, "Wind 4 klicks northwest to southeast...600 to 800...hmmm yeah that's good." He sniffs and motions to Andrew, "Go, I got you. Osprey Cordite One is going down into the base as well, gonna set some charges on another target." 

Eric nods, "Osprey copies. I've got a line here on..." He cuts off briefly as the patrol he had seen and was waiting on steps out into the open. The three man patrol don't see it coming. And Eric had already noticed these three weren't wired up, so no one will expect a check in from them for sometime. His combat knives, a wickedly curved Karambit for both hands, hiss from their sheathes. The first man catches the blade to the side of the neck, a lever motion causes the blade to slide up and into the under side of his brain. The blade comes loose just as easily as it had slid in. The second man is only just registering that something is off, as his friend just stopped talking. He gets first one blade to the chest, the second one right across his scarf covered throat, he falls to his knees gagging. And the third man is just turning when Eric hooks him in the ribs with his right hand knife. Pulling him forward and the second left blade plunging into his stomach, and he levers his arm up, cutting the man open from stomach to the middle of his chest. "I got a line here on one of my targets. I can set charges on it and move to the other targets."

As this is happening Nolan whispers, "Good kills. Overwatch is showing no one else nearby. Both of you move."

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Victor sat and let himself be worked at. He could feel the paint and spreading across the areas he had missed in his haste to get it done. But he can quickly feel it coming together. The significance of the Warrior's Print, showing that they are unafraid of their fate. And that the fate they offer those they face is woeful indeed. It's a power and a ritual in itself and of it self. He smiles as it finishes and he moves abit to get the paint molded right.

His eyebrows shoot up under his paint, "Asking me if I'd put paint to you? Hmmm if I could think of something. It'd be the Moon's Gaze. A white circle, over a blue back ground across the face. Signifies wisdom, knowledge and ancient power. I think it'd be perfect for you." He smiles, "If you like I think we have time now." He starts to dig for his own paint kit, "I can put it on you now. We could go into this painted up together yes?" His kit is held in one big paw of a hand shortly after and open, he smiles, "What do you say?"

Nearby Carl watches this, smiling, "Those two...if any of us are making it through this, it's them. Can't keep them down I think." He nods. "A good future I think for them."