Nolan made his way up the ladders and short flights of stairs, letting Andrew by when they reached the platform. He unslung his rifle, and set it up, resting it on the platform, then brought out the customized camo he had made, a length of tarp, with bits of cardboard treated to looking like the metal of the cooling tower. One rule was to always blend in with your environment. Snipers in urban environments would pull pieces of trash over them to hide them, they'd hide around corners, positioning themselves so they would be shooting through loopholes in rubble and debris. Nolan had the foresight to try and make himself something that looked natural to the environment, atleast at first glance. If someone on the ground looked hard enough and long enough they'd be able to discern the outline of a man under the tarp in comparison to the rusting steel of the cooling tower. But it'd do for awhile. He snuggled up under the tarp, then grabbed up his rifle.

They started going through ranges, he swiveled his rifle to each point checking the distance through the scope. Andrew called out six hundred meters at the top of the hill, "Yep six hundred, just about on the dot." He let the crosshair of the scope fall to the puddle, he had to make an adjustment to his dials abit at that point, "Yeah five oh two, you're right I can make it for five hundred at that point." He checked the card when Andrew put it down, running through the numbers in his head really quick, "Looks good." He reached into his pack under the tarp, he had three magazines of 4 differant types of ammo in there. Raufoss penetrating, 12.7 Armor Piercing, 12.7 FMJ and a new little thing the CIA decided to let them try, EXACTO proto-type ammo. Supposedly it is fire-and-forget, fin and internal gyro stablized technology. He had heard it was in development, didn't think it was ready for field testing. He didn't intend to use it, but who knows it might come in handy. The little laser designator attached to the side rail of his .50 would key in it's guidance systems. If he used it. He found one of the Armor Piercing magazines and carefully slotted it into the rifles receiving port. He drew the bolt, sliding a round into the chamber, "Ready to roll. Be safe down there. I don't want to have to come rescue you again so soon." He grinned at his partner as he made room for him to head down to the ground.

He tracked his friend through his scope, keeping an eye on him, not wanting to leave it to chance at all. There was too much at stake for them to bungle this up. He smiled though, then keyed in his radio, "A minimum in terms of noise you say, talking to the guy with one of the loudest guns in existence." He chuckled a little over the radio then clicked clear.