[h3][center]Lasagna[/center][/h3]

Howard rolled his shoulders listening to the information given to him. He nods slowly, "Alright, so we're the tip of the spear. Copy that Queen. Consider any man portables and moving AA operators good as dead." He sniffs and looks to MAzi, "Be ready young lady. And don't worry, you have my fine eye, and the Watchful eye of the Creator to help us." He nods firmly. Then starts his preparations for the jump.

When they are in position he's strapped a chute pack to his back, and as the door opens he's striding up and with a confident leap he's out the door.

He falls for a short while, it's a low drop, so very low opening. And with a yank the chute is out. He has enough time to feel the yank. Ahhh he's not missed that during his so called retirement. He braces, then just as he is about to hit the snow he goes loose, relaxing. he doesn't bother with trying to catch the chute. With one hand he's cutting the lines with his knife and the other is smashing the release clasp letting the chute pack and harness fall away. He could already tell that Dollface had fallen off target abit. He looked around and spotted his own chute fluttering off and then a second way off target. As he was trying to judge if that is where Dollface had landed he hears through his earbead, "[i]Dollface to Lasanga, I’m proceeding to Waypoint 2, shall I proceed, over… Dollface to Lasanga, do you copy, over.[/i] He hummed, and sub-vocalized, "Lasagna copies. All Callsigns, Lasanga is beginning a Stalk." To anyone who tried to find his position with just their eyes and normal visual equipment the form of the infamous sniper just seems to vanish into the snow.

And Howard begins to climb. Fading in and out of view, one moment atop a black and white snow covered stone, then gone and a short bit later a white, grey and black ghilled form is sailing over a gap, swinging his picks before clambering up a short cliff. And gone again. It takes him abit. Until finally his voice enters softly over the comms, "Lasagna in position. Overwatch attained."

The view a near perfect firing position. He can see 90% of the base. A few places hidden by larger structures making it harder to get a round in on them, but he can still hit the majority of the base. And he's just far enough that the shot that zings over Dollfaces position is prefaced merely by the buzz of the bullet and not even the sound of the rifle. The round perfectly timed to punch through the chest and the Fatal Tee of a armored man, kicking him back into a cover spot where he won't be found for sometime. "Lasagna to Dollface, proceed. Don't look around young lady. You won't see me, rest assured I have eyes on you."

Down below another round whizzes overhead. It's an incredible shot. Punching through a low wooden divider to punch through two men, dropping them both almost silently, the portable AA launcher one of them holds landing quietly and out of the way.

Howard hums nodding slowly, "Still have it." He turns his scope in time to see the shots put into Dollfaces form. He growls, "Get your head in the game Howard..." He hums then whispers into the comms, "Dollface, Lasagna, lure them to your four o clock about two meters." He watched and waited, "Come on girl...just a little." He took th e first of what he knew is going to be three. Two he can make now, the third has to wait until Dollface moves. The first clatters through a high window. Causing one of the men baring down on Dollface to spin and take an automatic step to his side. The second shot, well Howard figures there are only a few people who could make it. And he's one of them. As the round cuts down, squeezes through a 3 inch wide hole in the wall, and punches right through the soldier who turned. He goes down with barely a gasp. Another Fatal Tee shot. Lasagna then just lightly reorients his sightings, "Just a little Dollface..."

[center][h3]Ban Kingo, Shimura[/h3][/center]

Ban grinned as the first few people jumped or launched their way out of the tilt rotor. He nodded slowly, "Interesting." He waits, watching, he inches to the edge of the ramp as they come in, "[i]Yoshi[/i]...look at that. Seems the advanced teams did their jobs well." He sniffs, turning his head slightly hearing a call for all call signs, "Dollface? What..." He hums and as the  ropes are pushed he gets up, "[i]Arigato[/i] Queen-senpai." He chuckles and hits the rope. Sliding down, and as soon as he's down whipping out his rifle. Turning and popping the first enemy who comes running to intercept them. It's then he hears the words he wanted to hear the most. He laughs softly over the radio and his non-military background comes out, "[i]Subarashī kuso[/i]! Alright. Shimura is moving."

It's a slow movement at first anyway. Telling him he needs some upgrades really. But soon he's in a steady ground eatting stride. He disappears into a maze of containers, small buildings and corridors that gave his style a much better working. Forget the guns. Forget peppering someone with bullets. So dishonorable. The first man to spot him and run towards him, doesn't understand how Shimura seems to go from one side of the path between two buildings to right in front of him. Shimura's blade makes barely a sound as it slides free of the scabbard. Two motions, the blade out takes the tangos hands off at the wrists the second down his back, and it's done. A flick and any residue of blood is purged from the silver blade. And he's still moving.

The sight of his fierce kabuki painted face is a course of surprise to almost all the enemy he encounters. Giving him enough time to get in close. One, two, three no more then four movements to take out the enemy who let Ban get in close.

But he's not without faults. As he's taking care of a group of four soldiers and the last is falling he feels something tear, and he surges forward sliding into cover as someone with an LMG rounds on him, "Damn! Shimura is pinned down, Squad Weapon. Cat walk to the west of the main hanger."