The entire scene played out right in front of Tobias's eyes, watching on as Gabby did what she did best. He had other troops to suppress, easily tearing through a group of enemies further in the quarry, the M134's tracers lighting up the distance, a few stray RPGs and rounds flying past with barely anything- after all, they were having so much lead sent their way, it made them have no chance of a reply from Tobias's anchored position at the top of the mine. Whilst he had mobility on his side, this wasn't an op that needed him to be moving around- he was an anvil to Gabby's hammer today, and with weaponry like they kind they had, sometimes it took that kind of dynamic to really tear things apart. The infantry that were trying to now get accurate fire on were now getting strafed with M134 fire, the rounds leaving nothing to the imagination when they hit their mark and cut them back.

But Gabby's work, fucking hell, now that was quite something....Gabby had a flair, a talent almost Tobias thought to himself. She was creative, he would give her that! His end of things looked cleaned up of the remaining hostiles in the mine's basin, as the thermals picked up no more signatures that were there- well, bar a DsHK armed technical running up the valley, or any that were now going the other way from them. Not to regroup, but to get the fuck away. Well, all apart from that technical...the .50 it had could actually do some damage.

With a slight movement, Tobias' HUD locked it and the mini-missile was off the rail from his shoulder, whistling into the distance and then slamming into the distant technical with a poof of smoke, and then a sparking, distant explosion. It seemed almost effortless, clean and slick, like swatting a fly as it erupted into flame, detonated completely. Hearing her comment, he couldn't help but chuckle, as the smoke cleared and the fire from the other BTR could be seen, burning away. Whoever was left was now running, and they were smart enough to realise that they were not winning this fight. Their main battle vehicles knocked out, almost all their technicals dead, they had nothing to win here, and everything to lose. The jungle was infinite, and they were not winning against these two- better to run to that.

"Honestly, you're such a show-off....but seriously, that's nicely done, couldn't have done that one better myself! I got eyes on em from thermals....let em go, Dunner. Watch 'em for anything, but they're no threat to us. I think we proved our point." Tobias spoke, chuckling and yet showing his more sensitive side, aware there was no point to waste ammunition here. With that, the crew of the BTR that Gabby had taken emerged from the frontal hatch of the BTR, speaking a language they both had no chance of understanding, locals of some kind. But they understood the angry Israeli fully, even if the lanaguage barrier was there.

They were fighting a war they believed in to their deaths, but same time, they'd decided to pick on the wrong interest- an independence movement against a major multinational rare earth mining company would not end well, not in any scenario. And they were petrified, covered in dust and soot from the spltutering and failing engine as they clambered out, hands over their heads, staring at the metal goliath, the four IFV operators in ragged shirts and jeans utterly terrified. If they were of a different kind that had fundamentalist ideals, Tobias wouldn't have trusted them even from afar, but these were people trying to earn a living and earn independence. They'd just ended up in a bad place, trying to free their people and using some poor westerners as a lever to that. But a contract was a contract. He had no doubt if the shoe was on the other foot, they'd happily murder him to bits too over money, or worse. They had committed an atrocity in the mine basin, the dump truck containing a dozen mine workers that Tobias's optics could see when zoomed in. But then again, murdering the IFV operators in cold blood as revenge wasn't gonna solve anything, arresting them wasn't an option, and realistically, they weren't the Iron Wolves' problem. Tobias knew Gabby might have her own thoughts on that, but it was why he didn't have the urge to cut down these poor bastards too, or do anything else. Besides, they weren't a paramilitary death squad- a contract was a contract and they had their end of the bargain fufilled, even as easy as it was, Tobias thought to himself. Bluestone wouldn't appreciate needless collateral, when there was already enough anarchy here.

"Bluestone, this is Lionheart, Taron Range is clear. We got 'em on the run, none of these fuckers are staying 'ere anymore. Main compound is empty, there's more scrap metal about here but we're sorted. Call in the calvary, boss." He called out in the comms, moving down from his position down the mine's ramp towards Duner, the open-cast revealing a scarred landscape of barren red rock and heavy rainforest beyond that. It was a spectacle to see, and perhaps reflective of the warzones of the world they operated in, as he stood by her side and to the militants on their knees, looking out across the plain. He gave an arm motion to them to "piss off" and with that, they broke into a run, pissing off into the distance as soon as they had arrived.

"Affirm, Lionheart. UAV has all hostiles fleeing, the security team just cleaned out a mortar team and are now en-route to you, should be 10 minutes out. We'll have you extracted in thirty. I seriously doubt they're coming back after that, good job you two. Professional work out there." The South African called out, Tobias chuckling in reply as he walked around, checking the M134 as he replied.
"Appreciated, Bluestone. Hey, you weren't actually kiddin' for once, this wasn't as stupid as the last time were were deployed. Where we bailing out?" He asked, reloading both the P90s in the moment he had to do so, always wanting to have a mag about after the combat had died back. His body language could even be seen through the metal and composite of the suit, the suit remarkably organic for being a mechanical lump. Exos had that trait to them, more than just servos but an actual augmentation of the legless Cornishman's movement through the various actuators, and it had to be said....kinda fucking awesome.
"The Osprey can land in the far end of the compound, just back where you were. Just keep a perimeter and an eye open, you two." Bluestone called out, as Tobias shrugged, even visible to Gabby.
"Yeah, copy that. We'll waddle on over. Out." He replied, moving around, the heavy minigun and chain following the turn of his suit as he looked over to her, keeping a combat distance and spread so they didn't get iced by a rogue mortar shell. They were going to go back up the way they came as he switched the comms over to their personal channel, out of audible range to Bluestone or any other listeners.

"Y'know...I am gonna sleep like an absolute fucking bear on the way back, Gabby. Honestly, I'm not sure what's worse. Getting shot at by autocannon fire or sitting through tech debriefs in Bracknell. I get it, they need to assess every inch and bloody move of these suits, all the "reflex points" of the exos and so on, but....fuck me, I am gonna need a lot of caffiene to get through that. I honest to god hope they've got those upgrades ready to go, because I could certainly use a more powerful AC unit after today...." As blunt as he could be, he knew it worked on Gabby, giving a little bit of that roughness to her stoic demeanour.