Natalie followed close down the alley, then suddenly realizing what had happened when Victor was on his charge. The first man was thrown back by Victor's shoulder, but raised his 9mm, with Natalie almost following in a charging manner and quick. She threw herself straight onto him, throwing the PKP loose as she knew her whole weight was going to hit his right shoulder. A distinctive crack followed, as Natalie blocked a parry by the man's left hand as the M9 fell out of his right hand, before then slamming her forehead straight into the man's head, grabbing the man's left arm in the process which left him completely exposed and in agony. She finished him with a sharp kick to the head, kicking out blood in her traditional brutal approach, as she clambered upwards, grabbing the pistol in the process as a temporary weapon. Victor had well and truly fucked up the men that were also in they way, Natalie choosing to take a simple approach. The weapon was vaguely familiar to the Russian, but the nine millimeter round wasn't much at all. She quickly managed to shoot the last man that had been taken down with a summary execution, watching as Victor kept moving and Natalie was left a little behind. She went for her PKP, moving with a rapid combat pace before wiping the blood from her forehead. She had hit the man so hard with her headbutt she had actually knocked him out, and probably kicked up a little blood now. The 7"2 Russian with a MMG in her hands, her oversized yet fitting jeans, as well as a tight bra, wasn't what you would call your regular CT operator, but ends had to be met today, and with Victor, she knew full well that they had to protect the civilians as much as possible and counter-attack.

She sprinted back towards Victor's rear, covering as best as she could as Victor pointed the truck out.
"Fuck...Victor, there's no telling how much C4 or Semtex that's crammed in that thing. Careful." Natalie said, moving up as she covered him, looking at the police, as she spoke in French.
"Let him carry on. He knows what he is doing- get any civilians as far away from here into safety, we'll deal with any of these fuckers." Natalie said to the police chief in strong French, the man nodding, Natalie glad that he spoke it rather than Flemish. Natalie turned back to covering Victor, as he clambered in, trying to defuse the bomb.
"Victor, you know, when we finish this, I swear to God, I will hang the fucker that did this with his own intestines. Mark my words." Natalie said, coldly, as she stuck close, looking in, as she scanned for enemies. Two more terrorists, female to Natalie's surprise, made their way down the street, the Russian on one knee as she unloaded the Pechneg down range, tearing them apart with fire that felt like it was from an assault rifle but was significant in volume. Natalie looked at her wounds, feeling her arms go a little weaker. The adrenaline was wearing off slightly, it wasn't good at all. She needed to get the wounds sorted, just some painkillers and a pair of tweezers, and the same for Victor. She knew that when the prolonged effect of her Adrenaline went, she'd probably collapse or be stiff as a plank due to the fact that a couple were in her shoulder, and three in her abdomen, by her abs. Willpower almost kept the 9mm rounds from going deeper, and she knew it wouldn't kill- they had probably hit the bottom of her ribs or embedded in her muscle, which now felt like every breath she took brought more agony. But she was a strong woman, and would carry on regardless.

As soon as she heard that Victor didn't seem confident about the bomb's disposal, she cursed loudly, not at him but in general. as she raised the PKP, looking for more terrorists.as she backed away from the van, taking his right hand with her left, the PKP on her right shoulder. She saw a couple of men up ahead, as Natalie just fired wildly, aware it was the best covering she could give., It was just the volume, and she didn't stop firing, the shots going all over the road and sending the terrorists into cover, as the LMG kicked into her right shoulder, the recoil a bit more significant but something which would do the job for now. She saw a car, and almost threw Victor towards it with herself, coming down on top of him as she realized that it was the only significant cover from the device. If it went up, Natalie just hoped that they were far enough, because a gut feeling felt like in the moment that she did it to Victor, the world trembled.