[hider=Fireteam Shadow] [center][h1]Port Ibex, Île de la Tempête, Reunion [/h1][/center] [center][h1]Fireteam Shadow[/h1][/center] [center][h2] Dawn Chorus [/h2][/center] [center][h2] 0620 Hours [/h2][/center] Working away on the gunboat, Purna laid out the rest of his limited supply of explosives- working with a marine diesel store near the gunboat to create a daisy-chain style ripple effect. While no explosives expert, more of a semi-professional, Purna knew how to seed and plant chaos as much as possible. With Eloise quietly eliminating a sizable portion of PLA Marines, as well as Artemis Group mercs in position, in tandem they'd managed to wreck havoc here. A couple more contractors hidden away after receiving knives, Purna kept an eye out for more EM devices, clattering another one out noticing more and more of these seemed to be popping up. Bit by bit, his cloaking system was weakening with it, and whoever had designed this was expecting someone to make a mistake in time. Moving up to the two-storey security building at the front of the port, barely a quarter of a kilometre from the main entry to the launchpads and on the other side, the command centre, he knew that from the exposed position on the rock, Eloise had pulled through for her work. However the outcome, on that comms tower she had set up the hack for Sam to manipulate before their drop. Moving into position, he stayed out of the cone of another camera, and tagged himself up with a HUD ping so that Eloise would see her on her optics, instead of being a blur. Looking over, Purna readied his M14 EBR, looking over and watching for guards. He picked up a couple, sniping them with his FLIR-setup M14, the silenced 7.62x51 making no issue of their helmets, good as they may have been. That was a pair of eyes less to worry about, as he slouched back in against the concrete barrier in the slightly waterlogged ditch, right at the start of the port road. While not the main way the rockets went out when shipped in, given that happened at a dedicated wide-rail line to the right of the security building, this was the last hub. A point of resistance that if eliminated, would be the final touch to getting the team inside. "Okay, once we get there, I'll take ground floor, you take second, but we'll have to move together at the entry. A few of them will be on morning check-in duty. There are no other smart moves I see, the entire thing has zero entry on windows or rooftops, unless you want to apply thermite and lose our noise security. There's the remaining security systems in the second floor, servers, effectively a way past their Electronic Warfare countermeasures. We're behind schedule, but we can do this. Get in, grab what we need, then hit the charges and run." Purna nodded, confident in Eloise's abilities. With how she handled the bow, William Tell could fuck right off. This was the real deal. Purna led, Eloise and the Nepali moving like one, Purna with his USP raised moving across the clearing cloaked up, before Purna vaulted with a leap off a bin through into the open window in the hallway first, clattering two guards in the hallway, shooting one through a tiny booth before moving past and letting Eloise take point upstairs into the office as he crouched and let her fire over him, and on any other men Purna left to her where his .45 cals didn't hit. Moving through, he switched to the MPX, drawing the SMG and peeking a corner, hearing movement as a guard yelled out, blind firing a round straight to forehead, before moving through, kicking a door in and triple-tapping a man on the toilet, before moving to the last room, where a laptop lay and a dead officer at the foot of the door where he had bled out and collapsed from Purna's rounds, Eloise racking her own havoc upstairs inside the sound-proofing building, its own security going against it. Stepping over the body, he quickly pulled schematics, sliding in a drive and hoping it pulled through. Eloise would be upstairs, but he had this to grab. One quick file, and sent to the team... "Come on then....Queen, standby for..." Getting a pistol to the back of the head, the alarm sounded, as Purna's suit felt like he was being prodded by an electric fence, making him hold back a howl of pain, before being smacked in the back of the ribs hard with a rifle butt. He would normally have swung out, but whoever the voice was, he had snuck up. Lucky for Eloise, she hadn't been seen, given she was upstairs, but she'd be well aware shit had just hit the fan, as men searched the building, and missed her, depspite hunting with flashlights, before sweeping back out to search the area surrounding the building. From nothing to hordes, the mess was about to rain on down. -/-/--/-//------------------------------------------------/-/-/-/-------------------------------/-/--/-------------------/-/------------ "Smooth. But not good enough." The voice could be heard, with a small gaggle of soldiers dragging him out after kicking him hard in the stomach, quickly going for his USPs and his Kukri, dragging him into the tarmac in front as the mysterious figure that had hit him in the figure stood in front, Purna coming back to consciousness. Wrapped up in a tactical vest, a wetsuit-like garment of his own, it was like Purna's nemesis had manifested, conjured, created itself here and then. He had the same gear. Why the fuck was someone dressed like an infiltrator on security? "You can't stop us. Not even if you kill me." Purna replied with courage, as the Dutchman turned the FiveSeven in his finger, flicking it direct at Purna's head. "There are fates worse than death. You know this from when we worked together. I suppose you didn't have the opportunity to underestimate me this time." The voice was that of Sam Bakker, Purna realised, looking at that brown fluffy hair and that late 30s Dutch bastard that emanated a certain dry enjoyment of this. He'd been in Raven's predecessor some time ago. And Purna remembered his time, it was turbulent, but effective. A six foot two, infiltrator extraordinaire. Ex-Rotterdam native, parkour specialist, underworld and gangland merc, fixer and all around bastard. In Raven he was elite. Maybe now, he wasn't the same, but back then, he was as good as Purna was. But where Purna was better at this whole soldiering business.....Sam was better at the grit. The underworld. In another life, he was Boaro's reflection in the water, the darkening light breaking as the sun cracked through the cloud. He was as Dutch as a clog though, which meant he talked less than even Purna did. Though he did not lose his sense of humour about himself. He was a fucking stoner, Purna remembered. Then he killed people in cold blood. What a guy. "You gave up on everything Raven gave you. No convincing you now, son of a whore." Purna replied and spat on his shoes, buying time as he got another hit to the head from a soldier on Bakker's command, being dragged further out outside on the tarmac, in front of the port gate, PLA forces massing fast, though they were discovering their numbers had been halved. There were a lot of dead bodies, containers with many in them, as well as the others hidden craftily. They were realising that the two infiltrators had ripped them apart, but nobody was telling Bakker yet. A mix of fear, and realisation shit was about to go down, and perhaps a want to kill them already. But they didn't dare go against the Security Lead. Purna looked up, and the sight of a heavily mechanised exoskeleton came over, as heavy as any heavy would be, KORD machine gun on arm, and what looked like an improvised thermite launcher on the shoulder. Not exactly something a light could easily counter, because small arm bullets, let alone a normal arrow would phase him too much. "Not the answer I want. Tell me where the charges are, how long until they detonate, and how long until the rest of your friends arrive." Bakker started, shaking his head. "I notice you aren't working alone. Unusual. Where is she...or else, my big friend here goes in and torches each room until she melts like butter on toast after I put a bullet in your head. That would have made it less complicated." Bakker spoke as if he was detached of all of this, but then again, he was a professional. That knew how to fuck people over. Like Purna did. Exactly like Purna did. Purna blinked into his NVGs that Bakker had failed to remove, and with it, selected to transfer the charges control to Eloise. She had control now. If she wanted to, this place would go sky high. It would be enough of a distraction, and it was danger close enough- able to override the timers if needed. "You think you'll kill them all, right, when the rest of Raven arrive? Don't worry, the others on the barracks are waking up now. Thanks to you." Bakker asked, looking across, as more men grew out of seemingly nowhere, going from a half dozen patrolling to at least two dozen. This was a silly number. For lights, this was considered a terrible fight. No armour, not much in the way of ammunition, someone like Freya, even Ban or Ebrima would have called this a fair test, maybe even a bit spicier. This to two lights was stupid- and with EM signatures minimised till the work was done, nobody was coming to help. No radio change was getting a Heavy direct to here, not without compromising the operation. Lights didn't communicate to avoid EM signatures. But in front of death, Purna stayed confident. This wasn't his first rodeo. Though this time, he had a feeling this might be a much worse set of odds than usual. "It usually works that way. You have the same gear as mine. Makes you a threat....but I don't see you sneaking in...You trying to follow up on your own men when they're asleep?" Purna replied dryly, as Sam shrugged, almost baffled in a Dutch honesty. Eloise would have heard that. "Oh, there's hundreds of men, mechs too, heavies, but you know that. But you don't expect me. I prefer a light touch to security. Keeps my men on their toes. Like you said. We are much the same, no?" Sam replied, smirking, as if many of the heavies here, including the unit of a man next to him, really might have been missing a trick when one light was all it took to sabotage, ruin and demolish a network. Even someone like Freya, or Chuck, it would be so easy for a light to sneak up on them, bundle on as much explosives as physically carriable, and run. Not a stupid strategy, given most had no idea what they were doing suicidal, but not quite for someone like Sam. Or Purna, or Eloise for that matter. Who was the next order of business. "Purna's friend! If you are there, you have ten seconds to reveal yourself. We outnumber you fifty to one. Come out now and we MIGHT, consider letting you live. Don't do anything stupid." Bakker barked out, yelling all around, not actually being able to pick up Eloise. "Frags, necks, fast. Vincent's on station too. On you....it's been a good run." Purna whispered as Sam turned away and called out, and didn't know if Eloise would get it, but that was the last chance he would have to speak into his opened up comms, before he was hit in the head, and yelled at in Mandarin for that. Their helmets were good but the neck protection, particularly for say, arrows was poor. And with an explosive arrow....armour meant little. Vincent, piloting the blimp would be able to send down Hellfires if needed- so at that point in time, Eloise had everything at stake, and everything to throw if needed be. "Ten," "Nine," "Eight, "Seven, "Six, "Five....come on now.... "Three, "Two, "One......" So, whatever Archer had up her sleeve, it had to be pretty damn good....because once the explosions started, it wouldn't stop. Sam wouldn't go down in that fight, not first, because Purna was going to get executed there and then unless she did something. Letting Purna die was an option, if the mission came first, but Purna had a feeling even with bound hands, he could probably make it to cover and run once this started if Eloise held off Sam, and the gun wasn't right at his temple. After all, Bakker wasn't so stupid as to leave Purna down to one man alone, about three were there doing that, after all, he had goons for that. Perhaps a little bit too much power had gone to his head, even in spite of his talent, but it was insurance. Maybe insurance he wouldn't understand up against someone different to him and Purna altogether. The Dawn Chorus would begin, and it began with Bakker's call of one, an enormous diesel tank explosion rocking the ground like an earthquake, and on Eloise's beck and call, the entire rest of what she wanted in the port to follow. [/hider] [hr] [hider=Fireteam Hammer] [center][h1]Acheron Satellite Facility / Vulpine Space Launch Site Entry (near Camp Alpha), Île de la Tempête, Reunion [/h1][/center] [center][h1]Fireteam Hammer[/h1][/center] [center][h2] Clean Room, Clear House [/h2][/center] [center][h2] 0635 Hours [/h2][/center] Skye took the other angle, letting the copy take rounds, before Skye backed up Ebrima, Skye's copy running forward and getting shot, the real Skye not so much as she surgically turned the lights out on three soldiers, moving in quarter with him. As Ebrima deflected a shotgun, Skye had another with a knife rush out of cover as she went to ground and kicked him hard, the exo meaning it flung him, and her rifle in hand allowed her to duck-hunt him in the head, before clatting two more soldiers that Ebrima was getting shot by while in cover by the electron microscope, Skye using her jump pack once reloaded to literally flank a cluster and get a perfect angle, clattering them apart. "I'll take left, you have right." Skye seemed confident in that, and with that, went her own way, moving out from the manufacturing area and into a design-like office and small-scale store in a cleanroom, breaking through plastic sheeting. As the other heavy ran through the metal wall, another stood in Skye's own way, the armour suit clearly not that of a giant like Athena or Freya, but one of a woman incased in a mechanised piece, raising her DShK machine gun with the right arm, the massive steel blade in the left, stopping to actually monologue through her speaker-based unit on her significantly amped up exo. The user was towering over Skye, at least by another foot, and clearly a little hyped on power after seeing all her friends die. Her partner had Boaro, too, and well, she had a right to be confident. "This stops here. Titan is on station. And you cut all them down, just to come this far....no place to run., no place to hide." The accent was Russian, strangely enough, but Skye shrugged, knowing the MG would take time to point given how close they were. With it, Skye held the trigger in as she talked and came in for the kill, as Skye was frozen in place, watching the heavy come closer with her blade, coming closer, and closer.....until she raised the rifle up, replying in turn. "I can't be fucked with monologues this morning." Skye acted on her own movement, faster than the heavy machine gun would come up, and with the rifle's fully charged railgun just clattered the heavy in head, casually sidestepping to the left as they stumbled forwards, literally a massive hole where they used to be as the other soldiers now forming in view looked gobsmacked. Skye went from M31 switching to her M32 and sending a 40 mike into the far end of the room, holding the headless yet falling heavy as cover for the shrapnel flying backwards, more men popping out as she realised this massive girl's armour would probably do ok for cover, though gods, was it heavy. Ducking down and leaping to the side into a workbench, she reloaded the M31, the rifle that was, and peeked up, clattering two more as they came through, popping over, moving into the office section of the warehouse, men left right and centre trying to pop her. And while she was no Ban, there was a certain....fluidity to it when she broke out of the warehouse stores and into the offices. One tried to push her rifle away as she literally pulled him around like a carousel and threw him into another, rifle clattering both as she drew her FNX and clattered another one in the end of the room, another exo charging towards her as she went low and at the legs like a reversed rugby tackle, dragging him into floor before leaping up and punching him in the face with what could only be described as a hydraulic ram, before leaning into him and shooting two more men out of another office, throwing the body forwards and drawing the M31 again to clatter two more exo-clad troops at the end of the corridor, diving into cover as a machine gun barked through, Skye instead running through plasterboard and flanking three more, skidding in and just emptying the mag, reloading away. Another exo-clad PLA soldier, her look determined came from behind as Skye ducked and pulled forward, the soldier punching Skye hard in the arm and clattering her pistol away, trying to go for the punch but Skye dodging and throwing her back, before clambering over and stamping on her head and pushing her back, wiping the bloody look on her facepaint. A heavier looking exo broke in through the roof, and clattered into Skye. They were trying to punch as Skye kneed and wrestled down, ripping their helmet off and yelling, feeling them try and clutch up and with it, wrapping her legs in and forcing the servos against his head, creating a bloody pulp that sprayed blood and all sorts of mess everywhere as she kept her own out of his arms and knife. Exhaling, Skye reasoned that was about it. She was about head to toe now in blood, the black and grey carbon-fiber like exoskeleton and her completely reduced to looking like she went through a paint factory that specialised in Maranello Red. "Any more?!" Skye yelled, well and truly done with all this bullshit. She had cleared her little section. She hoped Boaro had luck on her side too. Seeing the massive hole in the wall, and the massive explosion, she hoped he hadn't gone and detonated himself. His drones were rather handy after all. And whilst a frustrating operative in history, he was proving himself to be definitively lethal, as he went and dealt with the server room in the basement, and the armoury too. He dealt with it in a fashion only befitting a merc like him. ======================================================================================================== As Athena fell through the sky, like a half tonne of airhead from a blimp shaped like....well, okay, it was a Flying Butt, she had to admit this whole saving the world thing was getting more wild. "Wooo! Fuck yeah!" She yelled to probably nobody in particular, Jamie diverted on his angle, and Athena catching the HUD of her dropzone. The island was getting more and more fucked up by the second, the flaming ship offshore and the one onshore, with the massive explosion at the Port illuminating the dawn chorus A massive explosion rippled the warehouse below. That wasn't one of theirs. But oh well, she thought, as chunks of the heavy that Ebrima had just killed rained upwards, creating a reverse-rain like experience of chunks of person, metal and tank, blended into one tranche of destruction. And as she righted herself, going from a head-down position to a sitting one almost, the thruster pack addition she had did its work, dumping a fuckton of fuel and making her the hottest Kaantario outside of the barrack area. She remembered her brother had picked out her own design. And as she yanked the yellow handle mounted to the airbag system by her crotch, a pair of white massive airbags appeared across them exploded out from her backside, or at least Boaro would have seen emerging in that hole- where she fell into the massive fire and smoke pile that the former heavy that had been himself launched into low earth orbit would have found. Brushing aside the inflated bags that were slightly on fire and now detached, Athena waved as she came out of the cloud of smoke, one heavy replaced with another, her coil charged and positively making her not someone Boaro would want to come within a meter of without getting a taser of shock. "Valkyrie in the fucking house!" Athena hollered, whooping with all the complete lack of gravitas that one would lack after that. "You're late." Boaro's tone was a dry one to Athena, who behind all of this, did not let up given the sheer amount of adrenaline pumping through both her hearts. "Yeah, well get out of my hair or you're walking home. Come on, Boaro, save some for me!" Athena giggled, coils activating further, positively making her buzz inside too. "The only reason you are not on OnlyFans is because they have some modicum of standards." Ebrima's reply was dry, as Athena barely found the words to reply, the shock after such a superhero landing to such a narcissist not even something she could soak in. Skye walked on through, covered in a fair amount of blood herself, seeing the two argue, sighing, almost like the team's mum was back to settling disputes between a borderline blooddrinking West African albino and a massive, seven and a half foot airhead with a few inches of armour and a small village's worth of voltage on her back. "Fuck's sake, we haven't got time for this. Wilk, status?" Skye barked, Athena staring down Boaro before taking the note with a loud explosion, from another oxygen tank going bang. "Negative, we are still clearing hostiles. We have serious heat inbound, eyes on Laura and Ingwe on helicopters heading to the Command Centre, looks like they're trying to make a stand there!" "Copy that. We need to move fast before they find a way to barricade themselves in. Those two are trouble." Skye added, knowing that the best laid plans never worked, but a plan was still a good idea for now. Skye looked to Athena and Boaro, shaking her head. "Well, that fucks that up. Entry gate was meant to have Sam helping us, but she'll need to clean up the remaining situation in the barracks and then join us. That means it's just us to start with. Us and maybe....someone else." Skye added, looking beyond the container she moved into position to outside the loading bay of the warehouse, seeing PLA troops mobilising at the main gate into the Vulpine Space command centre, a massive bunker-like structure overlooking the launchpad. There were a hell of a lot of them. With it, Athena looked even down and across to Ebrima, even through her gold-tinted visor and faceless airheadedness to recognise it was probably about to get really messy. "Taniwha, Shimura, status?" "Eyes on command centre, and your checkpoint. I've nabbed countersnipers all over the place, but they won't be an issue for you. Looks like Ingwe and Laura's Wildcat choppers are headed to the launch site entry. Got a lot of movement there." Tahlia's calm voice was not combat-stressed, shit, she may as well have been drinking a latte. "Copy that. Boaro, with me, we're running through the compound. Valkyrie, you have front, take the attention. We need to get back on schedule." Skye added, reloading her various munitions, brushing the crap off her face and hands, and checking Ebrima was ready. Athena got out past the container and immediately bullets flew her way, as she sent missiles back where she could see them, covering ground quick with a jump-jet assisted leap and getting right up and close and personal. Perfect, because with a tap, Skye tapped Ebrima and led in front, this part of the mission being less about clearing the path, but charging down it. If Anvil had committed to friction and attrition in the barracks, ensuring that the PLA understood to run rather than fight back, then Hammer had to keep pushing forward and get to the launch site's operations centre, the bunker and glass-fronted complex their last point. Sweeping out, she charged up the coil and beamed a stack of enemies, bullets flying down as Skye used Athena as cover and hit a guard tower with the M32, peppering it and providing an apt reply, the flow non-stop here. This wasn't ending yet. This was getting just out of hand. Athena charged, her hearts pounding as she fired off missiles into batches of enemies she could manually blink and lock onto, careful not to expend everything, but keeping her coil locked to a lightening-like mode, bashing one infantry at a time, frying them with the click of the coil's stud. It was brutal, bullets bouncing off her of varying calibers as they struggled to stop her, Athena laughing. "Is that all you have! You're tickling me!" Athena cackled, knowing the attention would be almost certainly drawn to her more, whipping her MAC-10 to spray up a flanking squad on the road, walking inside the compound before turning with her coil again to stream, using it to blast through and turn to carbon-like smell a group of hostiles closing in on her, an RPG flying past and being smacked out of the sky by her trophy system. She moved towards another Heavy, charging out of the infrastructure and locked up against him, using her harpoon-like system directly at him before double-tapping with her gigantic tesla coil, ramming it straight into his crotch and quite literally, applying voltage where it hurt most. It was a strong smell of carbon and ozone, as she turned and retracted it back, zapping a counter-sniper hitting her with .50 cal, knocking her back, before she got a bead and sent an instant beam of electricity directly at him, the lightening bolt doing exactly what it had to, literally turning him into a mist as she repeated it on another exo leaping up and over, even her movement allowing her to turn in time and hit her like bird about to hit a windscreen. There was this feeling that with every step she took, she dominated, in the centre of it all and not even thinking about cover. They were helpless to respond, but that would be nothing without the help of Skye and Ebrima. Looking over her flank, Skye kept moving through the security checkpoint's portacabins, getting charged by an exo-equipped soldier with a knife but instead boosting and jolting forwards, elbowing him hard and double tapping with the rifle, Athena firing missiles at an incoming BTR-90 that turned into a rolling fire on wheels following its ammunition store getting hit. And in the smoke of one BTR came two more replaced it in the seemingly nonsensical use of mixed-army equipment by Raven, a 20 mil round making Athena even use her leap to get into cover her Trophy System snatched, before repositioning herself to respond. And as gunfire rained down, Skye looked back as she peppered the offending BTR with a railgun shot to the side of the hull and blatting whoever was inside, moving behind a concrete post and reloading. Taking the entry to the spaceport was easy. Holding it was harder, given it was clear Artemis was pushing back. "Vincent, we need significant fire support, we're getting fucking hosed!" Skye kept her head down in cover, moving around the container. "Oui, inbound in sixty seconds. You have a company strength bearing down on you, it won't be enough." The callout was not appreciated, as Skye looked to Ebrima. "Fucking perfect!" The sight of a BMP-3 even made Athena's usually nonfussed manner move out of sightline before getting a mini-missile on target, moving through the next security checkpoint and starting to shock anything in sight, using her cable-based harpoon to rip apart a flimsier section of the main gate's weighbridge building, where a few troops were inside, getting voltage with the right and blasting more wood and composite out in all directions. Athena was holding the main compound, although it looked like a last charge of vehicles, endless infantry and another Z-10 were coming their way. Mixing from cover to in and out, this felt less like a charge of Hammer's own now and more of a hold from the counter-attack coming their way. A few Hellfires blasted a few vehicles and troops bounding through the brush-filled, lightly jungled interior of of the launch site, thinned to preserve access to the operational centre beyond it. And then, the sight of the helicopters flying past, heavies aboard. Past them, not direct to here. Like they were headed for the control centre itself, no doubt the General realising it was wiser to keep something in reserve. Play attrition, wear down Sam's mech and everyone else, before playing their cards. Skye had to admit, it was smart. If it wasn't for the fact that she could make a hell of a lot of fire out of that friction. The sight of a German pyro fading over the hill made Skye tsk, as she slid from cover and moved into the next to get another view, setting up to defend. "Fucking hell, Laura. You really don't take the hint." Skye whispered to almost nobody in particular, the anger clear, and given Adam's AAR, knew the chance of her being alive was not to be ruled out. But she was one stubborn bitch if she thought she was getting in the way....Skye wished it would never come to this.. And that thought was interrupted by another group of enemies, forcing her back into cover, moving around a metal security box and clattering two more enemies with the M31, switching off it to grab a fallen Artemis merc's Mk46 LMG, ripping his plate carrier off with a couple boxes of ammo so she could save the few more mages of M31 ammunition she had for later. "They are sending a lot at us, Athena, keep up the fire!" Skye called, as Hellfires clattered into the vehicles, but more and more enemies were inbound, and even with Athena's AoE electrical coils frying half a dozen, she was intercepting another RPG with her Trophy, clearly taking up all the attention. "Right fucking here!" She yelled, hollering, covering distance like a champ as she used her jump pack to move out of cover by a massive fallen tree and kersplat into another group of enemies, switching to her swords to make short work in what was almost a ballerina like twirl. This was getting heavy, and help needed to come if they wanted to smash through to the site where the technicians were beind held, and where Zhao and Rose would be. [/hider] [hr] [hider=Fireteam Anvil] [center][h1]Camp Alpha, Île de la Tempête, Reunion [/h1][/center] [center][h1]Fireteam Anvil[/h1][/center] [center][h2] Advance And Secure [/h2][/center] [center][h2] 0635 Hours [/h2][/center] Adam looked on at the choppers flying past, as he tried to stay out of the way of Scion, Frigga, Boomer, Duke and bigger than any of them, Chaos now absolutely tearing things apart. The charge was far too much to take in, so he tried to keep out of the way, focussing on infantry within each tent, and the temporary portacabin structures, as well as remaining domes put up across the barrack area. The PLA were on the run now, the heavies tangling with the PLA's own, but gaining the upper hand. Sam was tearing things up with the mech, taking some heat herself, but Adam cleaned up another group of PLA troops trying to put a few .50 cal turrets onto her, reloading the USAS and dumping the old magazine. There were countless amounts of them, Sam had had to frankly mop through the sheer volume, but they were getting the picture now, the heavies rounding out their fight. "We have them running. Team, we need to get onto the checkpoint, and regroup with Hammer." The helicopters pounding past reminded of the point, staying in patrol with Sam's elevated, armoured position. It was like running the Mogadishu Mile, Adam was getting no ride, but he was shadowing Sam and keeping an eye ahead. "Boomer, cover our rear, and stop anyone who thinks it's a good idea to come after us. Scion, good to have you on ground, you and Frigga, disengage and follow Chaos. That big mech can help us break through the remaining security infrastructure where Hammer are holed up to get us ready for the final assault, and smash the counterattack coming their way." Adam called into the comms, looking up to Chaos, "All you, Chaos. Eyes open for aerial threats, those Wildcats are carrying a lot of munitions, and there's plenty more armour between us and them. Rain hell, I'll keep any RPG threats off you, but keep running and don't stop!" Adam yelled back, moving through a smaller patrol encampment and with it, running through two more PLA men, hearing the hulking clunk of Sam's new toy make progress towards Skye, Athena and Boaro. [/hider]