[center][h2][color=YellowGreen]Collab between Tiny Nord, Boomer, and Taniwah[/color][/h2][/center]
[u][center][h2]Isla Langosta / Lobster Island, Colombia[/h2][/center]
[center][h2]Fireteam Piranha[/h2][/center][/u]
[center][h3]The Return of the Mack[/h3][/center]

A man stared over the edge of a ships railing, his eyes down on the dark water below him as he took a few deep breaths. “Who, ever the hell decided boats were a good idea should go to hell.” He looked at the smaller craft, the much smaller boat that was being lowered as the heli pad was in use for something else. Staring at the rope weave that was dropped down to it. He took a deep breath and he slowly placed his hand to the rope, then he let the suit take him the rest of the way down. His feet and suit landed at the bottom after a minute or so, he felt the much greater rocking of the waters, he felt the water spray, he hated that he was called in for this.

“My own personal d-day, well hopefully, the boat sinks after I land so I don’t have to touch it again, or get into it again, I….” a fish or something came out of the water and he spun quickly to look at whatever it was. He didn’t see it, but he heard it, some of the crew of the ship he was on was watching Jaws, the night prior after everyone had figured out he was deeply frightened by deep water. That did not do much for his nerve, and it did not settle him well.

Tiny Nord just stared at the controls, and he turned the radio on in hopes of not listening to the water, instead he just got communication channels. No XM radio here, with his other hand, he took his phone out and wished he had a speaker as he started to play Iron Maiden. 

Once that was settled, he placed his hand upon the throttle and started what he considered to be a dingy forward; thankfully, it had a steering wheel so he could drive it decently well without confusion. But that would be his journey in the dark, a dark white wake behind him as he listened to the water, and then Metallica started playing.  He loaded several heavy weapons, mostly a dual M2 browning naval set on the front, several grenade launchers on either side, and what looked to be a mortar on the back landing. He believed he was set if anything was to happen, and hoped nothing much would. If anything did, that is what his stuff is for after hopefully beaching the monstrosity onto a sandy beach so other insane people could possibly use it in the future.

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[color=8dc73f]Tahlia kept eyes open, knowing that while Boomer was on land blowing stuff apart, Tiny Nord would be en route- the boat bourne heavy the extraction for the other American, their dog, and the HVT. She took a moment to give a wry response back, catching his comms.
“I know, Tiny Nord. But it’s just water. It won’t kill you. Probably.” Tahlia chuckled, knowing that well, all hell was going to break loose once he arrived.[/color]  

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That is not what he wanted to hear, Tiny slowly pressed the throttle forward harder, and harder, and he thought it was going to snap before he let go of it, and let it just ride for a moment. He listened to it hum, and the motors turn as he hated the feeling of it going back and forth in the waves. He felt light for a moment before hitting the trough of the waves. He saw the coast in the distance, he saw the port. 

“It is water, I am large, and sink. I don’t do water, specially when working. I don’t have little floaties on this armor, and it costs a lot. And frankly, I don’t want to see another suit go to waste, this russian stuff is hard to get, specially modified like this suit is. Now, which pier am I going to, or just blow it all up?”


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[color=8dc73f]Tahlia shrugged, looking on down her optic and catching the distant sight of it, the large RIB making its way into shore.
“Your call, Tiny Nord. There’s a pier with a lot of goons that needs clearing, that may work nicely. Boomer, your ride is inbound. Recommend you move, post haste. Got eyes on a lot of movers, and….yep, one armored truck too. ” Tahlia called the Kiwi quick in her description, hoping the two would figure this one between them and raise all hell there and then.
“I’ll head to the alternative extract, to the other dinghy the squad visited me with. You two focus on getting yourselves out.” Tahlia added, keeping eyes on any enemies that looked like they were more armed or armored, and got ready to snipe on command.[/color]

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“I would just say that one, but that doesn’t mean much… Oh, the fishing one seems like it has a nice ramp.” Tiny said as he stared at the small ramp used to fish fish up. He pressed his hand against it, and he pulled a string over the steering wheel as he let it hang between them both. 

He moved to the backside, and he sat by the mortar as he unlocked his arms from his armor, and he moved several rounds, first, a flare round, then three HE, and two smoke rounds. When he guessed he was a few hundred meters and closing, he began to just dump shells down the tube to get all six down before he started moving to the front, lowering the throttle down on his way to the dual .50s. 

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[color=ed1c24]Boomer was running as fast as he could with Spectre slung over his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Spectre’s wrists were zip tied together and bounced against his side. Boomer had slid his arm between the man’s arms to ensure if he would retain his target. He had the man as balanced as he could in a hurry. It was still awkward and the man must weigh close to two hundred pounds. It was a good thing he was a strong giant. Duke loped along at his side with his tongue hanging out. Duke loved to run with Boomer. Duke dashed ahead and wove between a few guards tripping them. Evidently they has somehow missed the big dog and Duke took full advantage. He ripped out throats and then moved on taking out guards trying to come at Boomer from the side. Boomer swapped out the magazine, slipping the empty into the compartment in his armor built to hold extra magazines. 

“Taniwah I am headed towards the pier. Target was acquired. Heavy ground resistance.” Boomer was struggling some now. It is hard to run, shoot a gun with reasonable accuracy while carrying a full grown man. Boomer managed to keep moving. He was using his gun more now. It was not as satisfying but it kept the guards cautious and from rushing him as he began to make his way towards the front gate of the compound. He was about to ask for a status on Jaguar when Taniwah did. “God Speed Jaguar. Stay safe brother.” Boomer always felt that brotherhood with someone who went into battle at his side. He hoped the man made it out alright. He had his own issues to deal with. He was doing okay taking out the guards so far but he was running out of heavy ammunition. He wasn’t sure he could handle the helicopters. Grateful for the backup. 
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[color=8dc73f]“Affirmative. I’ll babysit Spectre if you want to go in close. Tell him I can see his bald spot clear as day from here, if he’s awake.” Tahlia replied, the Kiwi shaking her head as she saw a significant number of guards around the pier, the last way out and a messy place indeed.

“Eyes on a couple of helicopters, far away. You two may need to clean those up. Tiny Nord, not sure what your heavy weapon is, but you may need to take some shore leave after dumping mortar rounds. Target rich environment down there... .same for you Boomer, watch yourself.” Tahlia called from afar, sniping a man up in a guard tower, sending him flailing and out of the thing, comically past the tower end, before snapping onto another soldier, firing on Boomer’s flank, sniping them, clattering them out of the way as the round almost gibbed a part of them in the process.

“Couple more tangoes down. Lead away, boys.” [/color]

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“Two dual fifties on the front, how low and what kind of air is it, something heavy, or something you would imagine being in a South American warlords arsenal?” he asked as he got the swiveling down, and he saw the approach and lowered the throttle the rest of the way as he moved back to the gun and swung it to the side. 

“But right now, I am working with an Anzio Vulkan on the shield, mostly because I got it for Vulkan’s birthday. Also, because it’s massive, and fun to use. But the .50s for now. Splashdown here in thirty seconds, two smokes, three HE.” 

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[color=ed1c24]Boomer noticed when mortar rounds started falling, providing a smoke screen to help cover him as he approached the pier. He headed towards the flare he had seen believing that was his backup. He felt contact to his rear as he was knocked to the side by a hit to the rear of his armor. He stumbled a little before spinning around. There was a five man team taking pot shots at him from about 50 yards away. Chuck snarled and lifted his rifle. He stopped and quickly double tapped the one with the rifle. He was satisfied when he saw the spray of blood indicating he had hit him. He noticed another one go down. He grinned as he quickly put down the remaining three. “Thanks Taniwah.” At that point Spectre began to squirm on his shoulder and was saying something. He didn’t catch it over the explosions and gunfire happening all around him. He would make sure to review his suit feed later. He would make sure Sam knew to look for it. He had a button in his HUD that said mark. It would allow him to place marker in the feed to find things like this easier on review. He put an arm up to stabilize the man, grateful when he stopped moving again. He put on a burst of speed and headed towards the dock as he passed through the front gate. [/color]


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[color=8dc73f]Tahlia had to admit, she didn’t feel she was adding that much as the explosions clattered the pier, the mortar round blasting apart bits and the smoke concealing the charging Boomer, Tiny Nord single-handedly sending fire support of all kind and type straight and direct to sender.

“No worries Boomer, keep up the fire. You’re making a mark….though the truck looks like it’s on the move…..bugger, hang on. It’s fairly armored. Might be one for you both to clip, my rounds won’t penetrate that!” She called, watching it come to bear, the remote turret on top swirling into action as it pulled out of a small warehouse-like building on the pier, likely where the drug subs parked in lieu of the fishing boats on this island, and where all of the cocaine was likely stored.
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[color=ed1c24]Boomer felt adrenaline slide into his veins at Tahlia’s warning. He dropped his rifle to swing on its tactical sling. He pulled the almost empty grenade launcher up to his shoulder. He had forgotten that Samantha had made some upgrades to his suit. She had installed a custom AI for him and a shoulder based missile system which he had yet to use. He grinned as that thought crossed his mind. Nothing like a field test. “AI, target the armored truck and deploy missiles.” He stopped long enough that the missiles had a nice stable launch platform. Unlike Samantha he had not named his AI yet. It was the first time he had tried using it. Time to check out his upgrades. “I’d say hold my beer but sadly no beer in sight.” He grinned and took off again after the missiles launched. The missiles rocked him slightly as a group of 6 missiles flew out of the shoulder rig launchers. Three missiles from each launcher flew towards the armored truck. They hit and penetrated enough to blow the truck into the air flipping it upside down. Smoke and fire poured out of the truck. [/color]

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Tiny Nord stared at the engagement zone, and noted that he saw almost nothing but smoke and fire. He saw where almost everything was parked, and he looked at the radio, “Parked, get in, and we will get the fuck out of here.” he said as he tossed a line over to the ramp before he jumped out with a large crack as the armored shield hit the concrete ramp for once the helicopters were dealt with. 

“Too bad on the beer part, I could use a few after that boat ride, but… if you see a helicopter or two, tell me so I know where to aim these 50s. I am as blind as a bat with these Russian bullshit visuals.” 

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[color=8dc73f]Tahlia snorted at the banter between the two men. She continued to fire at targets of opportunity from her hidden blind. “Tiny Nord the helicopters I clock on my gear are coming in from the compound from the east.” She had noticed the guards pulling back towards the compound from the pier. “The guards seem to be pulling back. Get out of there. I am beginning my exit. See you on the flipside.” She watched to make sure she was right. She saw guards moving purposefully now. The panic seemed to be subsiding. She bet they had changed their comms channel. Whichever guard that had stepped up to bring order to Tejador’s chaos, was experienced. The guards were finally responding to orders. She wondered what it meant that they were moving away but it was an opportunity for Raven Squad. She began to carefully climb out of her hide. She kicked up into a light jog. She winced a little as it jarred her already sore stump but she needed to move as fast as possible. She slung her rifle over her shoulder and made her towards the little inlet where she had beached the zodiac she had come in on. [/color]

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[color=ed1c24]He whistled for Duke. He wanted him to stay close right now. They were approaching the pier. He could hear some guards calling out over the stolen com he had in one ear in Spanish. Tejador’s men were in utter disarray. Some were screaming that Tejador was dead and others were screaming that they were all dead. Boomer felt satisfaction at that. Bad men should be eliminated. He could hear the fear and stress in their voices. There was one guard trying to take control of the situation. He must have been higher up in Tejador’s structure because he was managing to reorganize some of the guards. They had finally figured out that Spectre’s guards were dead and he was no longer in the safe room. “We have incoming, Time to GO!” There were two helicopters quickly closing in over the compound from the East. The wash from their rotors began to clear some of the smoke away. [/color]

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Smoke began to clear to two objects, Tiny swung the two mounted weapons torwards them and he pulled down the release as he stared at the two objects flying towards them. He wished he had missiles, but hindsight, these were meant originally to shoot planes down, why couldn’t they shoot a helicopter down.

“Come on now, hop on and pull the shield back on after you’re done using it as a gank plank, I had that that custom forged.” 

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Tahlia had done all she could for her teammates. She needed to get out as well. She carried the backup that Jaguar had streamed intel too. She made it to the zodiac a few minutes later. She quickly tucked her rifle and gear into the rubber boat. The less weight she had to deal with the better. She struggled to get into the zodiac after pushing off lightly. She finally got it moving in the right direction. A helpful wave lifted the zodiac up and carried it away from shore. She tugged the line to start the outboard motor and began to head for her pickup point. She spoke into comms “Taniwah headed for the exfil RV. Good luck guys.” [/color]

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[color=ed1c24]Boomer was racing towards the boat where Tiny Nord was waiting. The gunfire from guards behind them was retreating and moving further away. He kept moving as fast as he could. He didn’t miss when Tiny took out the two helicopters that had been headed their way. They went down in fireballs and crashed into the compound. He hoped Jaguar was well away. Boomer ran up the gangplank with Duke behind him. He unceremoniously dropped the man he was carrying into the boat. He turned and easily picked up the piece Tiny had told him not to leave behind. He set it in the boat. Boomer took up a watch position as he let Tiny do the driving. 

Once they were safely away he turned to check on Duke. He turned to Duke and crouched to check him over. He pulled a cloth out of Duke’s saddlebag and wiped off his muzzle. He was relieved to know that the blood wasn’t Duke’s. He pulled out the collapsible bowl and gave his canine partner some more water. Duke had been panting from the exertion and heat. They would be out of the heat soon. [/color]