Natalie gave just a single yell as the last, and worst nine millimeter, was withdrawn from her. She felt like that would have been the moment she would have passed out- it had been in her hip, barely missing her bladder and intestine, and it had been something that she had demanded to stay conscious during, contrary to the doctor's advice. She looked over at Victor, a smile on her face as she leaned back into her pillow, just knowing that time and the fact that she had recovery to make. No matter how her will was, even she would know that today, they had stopped the worst of the shit.

Natalie awoke, looking at Victor as she looked out the window, noticing she had been out for a while. As Victor sat up and said what he then proceeded to say, she smiled, a smile like nobody really saw of her ever having. The darkness and gloominess, the bitter revenge and pain that almost felt as if it could manifest into a radioactive aurora of misery to all that saw the Russian on her bed, just melted away. Natalie's grin from ear to ear was just intoxicating, as she smiled, sitting up a little as words barely formed.
"Yes..." She said, Natalie letting Victor take the ring out and place it on her ring finger, the ring being one of the most beautiful pieces she had seen in a very long while. Victor sure knew how to treat her.
"Get over here..." Natalie said in a lustful tone, as she rose towards Victor, both hands hugging him tightly but not too much as she knew they'd both be a little stiff from the wounds, as her lips smooched against his, the kiss seeming to last forever, as Natalie dragged him down on top of her and carried on, the moment of pure love and the big Mohican atop her just enough. It wasn't the usual that Victor and Natalie had gone through before, it was just the most tender kiss she had to give, just a feeling that in her life. The idea that he had finally declared that she was the only woman he would spend his entire life with was something Natalie knew was going to one day happen, but even in her pain, it just evaporated away, just with pure affection.

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(Not sure how to expand on it from here- I do want some urban inflitration, kinda avoiding the police to get to the OP and jump to it- I may do it in the next post in some sort of transition.)
(Also, spot the reference. Ignorance is bliss for these two- they never saw anything remember...)

"Konstantin's a mark, but I'd like to have a word with him. I'll go and get him, after you're done so to speak." Andrew said, loading a PMAG into the Mk18, cocking the weapon as he checked the EOTech sight on top, and the AFG foregrip mounted along with a compact but substantial silencer.
"Aye aye. It'd be better to sleep you know, there, wait for the target if anything changes, but an hour won't kill us. It isn't that far." He added, putting the weapon on the couch as he sat down by it's side, looking out the window before back at Nolan.
"They mentioned a plane that they had, in what I heard from Merlin. It got taken down and they found some intel aboard it, how the fuck you do that quietly in this world I don't understand. I mean, we could all blame it on these giants that I heard about back in Helmand, everything that has no ties they blame it on these days. Apparently, these two had like a minigun and a fucking GMG, and were like walking tanks. Not like Ross and Carl, they say they're like eight foot tall fucking tanks. Fucking hell, as much as I want to believe that, I think some people just like to dream up the idea that those sort of people exist. I mean, who even has that kind of size? I'll believe it when I see it, but I think they seem to just have underrated CAS runs and JDAM strikes- it's got as much plausibility as the Tooth Fairy." Andrew said, looking out, as he retracted the stock, flipping the magazine out again since it was uncocked to inspect the rounds inside, before clipping it back in.
"Anyway, we'll have to think on our feet. M2 SLAMs do a good job, I could remote detonate them and smash the other vehicles in the convoy. The armored one I'll leave to you, then I can head down and kill any stragglers, as well as see if Konstantin is a securable asset or red mist from your 12.7mm. I might need to chase any runners, so you should just keep ventilating anything that doesn't move till we have what we need. Something gives me a feeling we're just cutting the head of the snake, and I suppose it will buy time for the agents that we've got here time to dig into the transfacilitator, and figure out where the dots go to. And probably what's going to happen next with what movement of guns. Total disorientation, they'll have no clue when they're leader's dead and a arms dealer's representative is either in the same unmarked grave or having a car battery wired to his balls. Then, we have to pray that our way out is going to be one not involving every local gang, corrupt police or even military contact on hand." Andy said, itching his beard, as he thought on.

"I got a feeling we'll kick something in an area it doesn't like to be kicked. But this doesn't feel right. Not this op, but in general. With Belgium, someone is pissed, and someone might come out and take responsibility, but it isn't going to be Terry Taliban, or Ahmed of your specific fucking franchise of Al-Qaeda. They're like McDonalds, but less burgers and more suicide bombings now, I swear to God with how they work. Can't be them, so who the fuck is it? Chinese government? Fuck no, and it isn't the Russians neither. Can't be any government, otherwise they wouldn't have multiple ethnicites. Someone wants something out of the picture, and unless every bad person from the buttholes of this Earth have banded together into an Anti-Western group, I don't think it's going to be easy to find a real lead that tells us exactly their demands. They could in days, maybe a few weeks, just come out, proclaim a new world order or some shit that they'll bomb the West into the ground. Worst thing is, if they've got guns like that, I swear to God, if they have WMDs to reinforce that, it's going to take no encouragement to turn this world to shit. They got chemical weaponry, fuckknows what else." Andrew said, shaking his head, as he looked over, aware that Nolan was deep in maintain his PP-2000- a Russian weapon that was pretty unique in firing overpressured rounds from a large mag, and was not significantly huge on a sniper's kit.
"If you don't mind me, I'll get a powernap, and come back to the world of the living in an hour, get you up too. We should move ASAP, I'll shit there if it means you can ventilate that sonofabitch."