With the sight of warfare raging, Natalie had the chance to lay down fire, laying waste to the barracks, the defences and all sorts, acting as a real anchor to the team, and allowing Ross and Vicky to push forwards, cover from Victor lacing up the IFVs and other armoured vehicles on the tarmac as they could get through the mesh fencing and towards the portacabins that were now getting blown and shredded apart. They were not stopping here, but the diversion would at least knock out a significant number of the Network forces that the combined forced were able to clap out, and it was a direct stop to the bunker complex, right on Thule AFB's footprint. Getting in there would be a hellish CQB fight- and no doubt one that would be relentless.

With the cover of Natalie and Victor, Ross and Jenny peeled to the side, Jenny laying down fire on a group of soldiers running out of one building, before charging in himself, swinging her AA-12 off her back and barging in. The shotgun made short work of kevlar-equipped enemies due to the flechette rounds she had packed, and even for hardened ceramic and dragonskin compounds, any exposed flesh was getting blasted. With a full auto drum, it left little to the imagination as she pushed through the prefab, an explosion opening the other side as Ross pelted M32 rounds into another one, blasting the structure apart and disintergrating it, dropping a machine gun squad laying out fire on Natalie. The latter Russian now was back on the move, and as an RPG flew through, her Trophy whipped it out of the sky, sending a shockwave through the 
"Less looking more fighting! Blyat!" Natalie yelled out, charging in her armour and now letting the barrels cool as she pointed her arm at one of the other portacabins, and with a flick, sent the grapple flying, retracting and pulling half of it down as she yanked back, the motor screaming as it exposed another MG position that received fire from Ross's M32. It was a symphony in motion, as the snipers picked off runners, RPG fighters and other troops- Andrew sitting there and picking up soldiers with the .50 and watching the insanity play out below.

With the barracks now decimated, the team were approaching the start of the bunker complex, a large set of steel reinforced doors that had a couple of BRDMs defending it, the kind that Natalie could easily pick up. As Ross and Jenny ran for cover, Natalie sent hot .50 lead through them, blasting them apart and forcing them to detonate, rather than wasting AT munitions on them. 
"Cordite, get us some more boom on this!" Natalie yelled into comms, seeing more of them come out at the front of the bunker complex, and even her armour was getting pelted, making her move away and towards a container, aware that Victor had cover fire to give- but here, they needed to soften them up.

The other defenders were firing everything back, and combined fire from the group quickly obliterated their barricade, which was followed by more munitions from the sky, one of the F35s on station dumping a JDAM straight into the entry following a lase from Cordite, and blasting apart the concrete even wider, and the reinforcements that had come out. It was quite the scene, as the jet screamed in danger close, a scene that no pilot would ever go for- but made damn sure that they could avoid any distant fire from AAA or SAM sites they were unaware of yet. Or simply because he didn't feel like they were in the action enough yet. Either way, the explosion was immense, and none other than Natalie was running directly into the smoke, straight into hell, even in spite of rounds.

Running forwards, she let the orange-hot minigun swing and drew her blade, hopping over sandbags like a roadbump to a car, and began to pick up on thermals a few stragglers, cutting down one, then another like they were made of paper mache, taking rounds in the process yet aware she was in the moment. It was a good one, to say the least, every single one of them honed on the mission at hand. That was, until the noise of whirring could be heard coming from the now demolished entry to the bunker, an entry that was about as wide as a road and had capacity for vehicle storage. That whirring was not good...it wasn't theirs, and it wasn't a tank, or anything like that.

The sight of the exos was enough to make Natalie quiver, knowing that while the forces they'd been slaying were well armoured, the two that were coming were as big as them, if not just as well equipped. Twin .50 cals, and plenty of tech of their own. It seemed like the Libyan they'd slayed in Afghanistan, or that heavy armour in China that Cordite once told them about. Whatever it was, the two of them had a match...and at a moment that they really didn't need.

"Get to cover! I've got the right one, Victor, go for the left mech!" Natalie yelled, throwing a smoke out in the front, and with sword in hand, knew that they really didn't have the time for this. The exo was going to make a dent in their own armour, but not before Natalie showed them the meaning of French hospitality, on the end of a pointy stick.