[h2][color=YellowGreen]Tahlia Harris[/color][/h2] [u][center][h2]Isla Langosta / Lobster Island, Colombia[/h2][/center] [center][h2]Fireteam Piranha[/h2][/center][/u] [center][h3]Wicked Wicked, Jungle is Massive[/h3][/center] The explosions and violence was quite something, Tahlia glad to be enjoying it from afar, the sight of Boomer blowing shit up and decapitating folks left right and centre quite a delight. Chuck didn't need a big machine gun or flamethrower to raise hell, he just blowed stuff up, and made himself clear to be a terrifying, overwhelming centre of attention. "Copy. Remind me not to chat shit about your mum." Tahlia replied quietly, the noise that he was making drowning it out. She picked up a couple of guards, and with a pick, dispatched them out, eliminating them before they could focus fire on Chuck's side, clattering them with a satisfying drop. So far, so easy, the near invisible Kiwi in the bush getting the job done, like she always did. She didn't miss her marks. That was too much a hunter's instinct, there were no wolves in Aotearoa but there were big buck deers and well, you wanted a clean hide. Working on a farm had taught her that, and well, it came through right here she'd have her quarry clean. "Shit, eyes on Spectre. Boomer, I got eyes on the guy running inside the large lodge, looks like a reception of sorts, possibly to a safe room there. He's got some more serious protection nearby, I got guys with exos, and a lot more response. They certainly know you're there, they are going to throw everything at you. Throw it back, over!" Tahlia added, chambering another round, sniping another man on the lodge roof, clearing the mag and reloading, the sniper sending rounds down range like no tomorrow given the attention Boomer had on him. Men were dropping, but they had no idea from what angle, it would have seemed like an army was inbound, yet it was one guy and his dog ripping shit apart. With it, Tahlia prepared herself, seeing a few more sweep up, modern weapons and modern arms. If Boomer was going through the cartel guards like they were paper mache, even despite their numbers, this reinforcement was going to throw a hammer back at him. Just the way he would like it, apart from the large armoured pyro that had emerged, just under seven foot and head to toe in heavy armour, the kind that would rival Boomer's albeit being a little more primitive. He wouldn't have much chance at getting through Boomer, but well, fire was always unexpected as mercs with exos moved around him. Tahlia clattered one in midair, sniping him out of the sky and sending him clattering into a shipping container with a loud "clank". "Oh damn, now....woah. That is a big boy. Big armoured contact with a flamethrower's coming through. He could make one hell of a bang....keep him occupied. I might have a bead on him." When Tahlia was ready, she'd do what she'd need to do with a rifle bullet on Boomer's call- it would make one hell of a bonfire, and a hell of a two for one. ------------ [h2][color=lightblue]Skye Rosalind Lyons[/color][/h2] [u][center][h2]Observatorio Cruz del Sur, Torres del Paine, Patagonia, Chile[/h2][/center] [center][h2]Fireteam Condor[/h2][/center][/u] [center][h3]Lyons in the Streets, Highlander in the Sheets[/h3][/center] Running across, Skye followed Sam, the rifle in a tactical stance, the two down from the gigantic ass of the American come Norwegian come Russian come French giant's rear, and well, now in position to start clearing up. Sam had already pinged out targets and recognised their routines, which was helpful. The thin ridgeline felt tricky to run on, but Skye's exo-lined boots clung to it tight, and stuck well on the surface. "Affirmative. Good spot, ping received." Skye coldly replied, the dark blue-faced Scot moving on Sam's command, the pointwoman giving good instruction as Skye shouldered the SIG, holding it at cant yet keeping the laser off. It was more likely than not the guards had night vision goggles of their own, so up close, Skye wasn't going to risk anything here. Clambering over a wall, Skye turned the corner and with the exo turned down a little to avoid noise, moved left, headed up, rather than down. Instead of the alcove where the ATV was, Skye headed high and up onto the next level, at the top to the main guard tower. Night shift would be parked up in there, and Skye had her plans already to set things alight. Quick, stern and fast, and it would get Freya in, already hearing Sam clear up a few enemies of her own with knives, before Freya sorted axes into a couple more. Time for Skye to catch up, then. She heard a couple of guards out for a smoke break, their American accents making it clear they were paid mercenaries, and well, in gucci gear, wearing kevlar and certainly well protected. Not enough from Skye, who could just listen in on them, and lying down poked the rifle around the corner, and clacked a couple of times, the barrel barely visible. Both headshots, and clean enough to wipe them fast, as she stood up, dragging bodies out of the way, at least, in a position they wouldn't be immediately spotted. A couple more were ahead, another detail as she hugged the stone wall, letting them come close, and right as she needed to, letting them just come by side. With it, Skye angled the longer rifle up at one of them and splatted, before kicking the other down with a solid charge, wrapping them into the ground and turning, standing and then headshotting the man. Same routine again. With that, Skye moved along the walkway, the thermal on Skye's headset bringing up the heat signatures visible through a window ahead, as she readied herself. This was going to be a brutal one, given there was about four as Sam had called. But they weren't armoured, she could tell from their heat signatures, so she switched out to her FN, the pistol cocked as she slung her rifle, and moved across the small courtyard, sweeping the area, before lining up to the door. Turning the exo up, she could feel it's whine, and readying up by the hinge, she gave it a gentle knock. "Yo, get back to..." The voice on the other side called as it opened, Skye holding her pistol directly high and clapping, before kicking the door straight in off its hinge, slamming into one of the men before she Mozabique'd the other, two bullets to chest and one to head, before putting the rest of the magazine into the last man in the tower, to the side of the metal door she'd basically sent at him. "Guard tower, and upper deck clear. Observatory level, alcoves down below are busy and below that, the interior will be very busy. Frigga, clear for drop. Chaos, latch her down, or Frigga'll come on her own. Once you're down, regroup on me." Skye called into the comms, reloading her magazine, leaving the mess behind, knowing that this time around, finding their radios was going to be tricky- they were encrypted and from what Skye could tell, very well armed and equipped. A firefight loud with them once they knew they were here would get loud- they had Panzerfaust 3s, M240s and grenade launchers, so they were clearly ready for world war three if it hit this place, Skye reasoned. Leaving the guard tower, Skye moved across the small courtyard, the MCX back in hand, as she perched herself up by another spot, watching a couple of guards come out of the structure itself, a little way away. Eye down optic, Skye plinked a grouping of rounds down range, instantly downing the first, before the second turned and tried to raise, before he got clapped with a couple of rounds, one to the chest knocking him straight into view for Skye's next. It was artistry, when Skye was operating as she exhaled, reloading the magazine itself, moving and slick in the way she did, exo turned back down to just save battery and noise. "Moving to an entry point. There's signs for the main observatory itself, and it looks like the main console is below it." Skye retorted, shouldered up by the door, covering it in case any more came along- the top deck would be a solid place for Freya to land, and it had a stairwell to where Sam was, by the ATV. --------- [u][center][h2]Somewhere near Ystraglanais, Wales[/h2][/center] [center][h2]Ten Years Ago[/h2][/center][/u] [center][h3]Lynx's Stalk[/h3][/center] The orange-haired woman yelped, as she was pulled out of the ice-filled water bucket by the fine strands that were left, the young-face free of scars, cuts and bruises, but about to get some. "Talk, you 'orrid fackin' bitch! Tell me, what were you doing?" The girl looked unfazed, if anything, distant, removed, and more than anything, staring him back into the eyes. "Lynx, zero, one, four, zero, zero, two." Her accent was flat, her tone neutral, her response like this was back to usual settings, not a cold warehouse in the Welsh Valleys. The man looked across her back, the girl nude, sodden, and completely, totally at the mercy of her captor. Tattoo on her back, that of a lynx in fact. This isn't exactly a pleasant scene, but the man could make some observations of her in this state, knowing that she'd break, sooner rather than later. Violence usually broke people in time. "Interesting. Tattoo to match it too." "Maybe. They teach you how to recognise animals?" With that, the woman got hit in the ribs as he swung with a violent backhand, hard with the truncheon, getting knocked onto the floor, and at this point, lucky not to hurt more. "You think you're funny, do you? I won't ask again, what was your mission?" She was dazed, but looking back at him, stark, feeling the blood pool in her mouth as she looked up at him, hurting, but slowly, surely, snarling. "Yeah. Enough to know you didn't think of going this far." The man looked in shock, as the girl grinned at him, and he could only come over to do almost as he was told. Taken back, but well, about to beat the ever loving shit from her now. Irrespective of what was meant to happen. The girl didn't think so. With her bound hands, it wasn't hard to find an opportunity to raise her hands as he went to swing, pulling on his baton painfully, and then with a wry turn, barging into him hard from the floor, tackling his legs before swinging the truncheon back against his neck, slamming hard into a chokehold, and pushing hard, till she could feel him go limp. Looking into the black, half shattered mirror of the concrete room, she knew what this was as she stood, bound yet somehow, very unbroken. Her stare was icy cold, her voice like a dagger, and her demeanour very much not of interest right now. "Drugging me wasn't part of the deal. Come on now. You know what I'm capable of. Let's skip the semantics and go straight to business, ey?"