Natalie looked over to Victor, as she checked her kit was secured to her suit, the plane underfoot moving significantly, as it clambered upwards, the huge cargo bay now empty apart from two giants encased to the hilt in armor. She checked the parachute on her front, making sure the straps and all were secured as she secured herself into the line, looking back at Victor.
"I put a florescent skull and crossbones on my black parachutes for this run, just so you know what to look for. I was thinking of going all out and having a picture of my breasts between the two parachutes, because the parachutes are circular and perhaps give an idea of what lies beneath as we came down, but I don't want you to get confused and cut your cord to aim for them and take me out. Perhaps on a training jump, you'll see a big pair of circular round things below you, and you'll just be tempted." Natalie said, giggling further through their private comms, as she looked over at Victor, looking as he set up.
"Damn...good conditions I suppose, I could have just used the helium suit but it's far too hot in terms of fire, and the wind would probably slam me into the side of a mountain. Cordite, that sniper team, should deal with the AAA when they come in, but we're still far away from where they'll be." Natalie said, as she adjusted her visor, as she activated a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zW3dGB-vl8U]track[/url], just to hype her up through her voice activation, unheard by the others due to the fact her helmet and visor were down. Her distinctive red Spetsnaz beret was on the top of her faceplate, and the Trophy System also sat on the back by her neck atop the two tanks, a compact device that could take out RPG fire from the rear and sides. Her suit's motion sensors were working, in case she was being flanked, and her rear was simply ready to go and light up a fire.

Twenty minutes later, and the door opened. They were low level, and Natalie engaged her blue-tinted NV view, being useful for distinguishing things that a green infrared view didn't pick up. Viewing the world in blue gave very good depth, but less in terms of picking out heat signatures- where red, almost Red-Hot FLIR was awesome at that, or green NV was better for the night, and the regular spectrum for all else. Through the thick visor, she saw enough of the world to tell that they were really jumping into hell. A pair of F35s roared past, of the USAF kind, and AAA fire lit up the sky, past the C17.
"Two minutes!" The jumpman said to the two normally, as Natalie checked her link on the line.
"God...I really want to let go Victor...the chutes activate about ten seconds after freefall, I'll fucking go half a mile off the LZ if I do..." Natalie said over their comms, holding it in on her strained face. In contrast to most scared skydivers, who thought they'd crap themselves, Natalie was genuinely concerned that if she let her wind go, it wouldn't be anything good for them.
"Got it. That fire is fucking so innacurate..." Natalie said back to the jumpman on the regular comms, as she looked over at Victor again, and then out the window, as suddenly the plane rumbled, almost knocking the jumpmaster off his feet.
"I take that back...shit, want to reconsider two minutes?" Natalie said, checking the GPS encased in a thick bulletproof screen on her forearm of her gauntlet, as she saw the fire still erupt all over the place. They were too low- this was fucking ridiculous, Natalie thought to herself. If they had the right intel, they'd know that AA was heavy in this AO, and while it wouldn't exactly take them out, Natalie just hoped that "wouldn't exactly" meant that they wouldn't get a direct hit of flak. They were far off, but she knew that they were the only things keeping the C17 from pulling out.
"Just hold out, you two, we're almost to the LZ...90 seconds!" The jumpmaster said again, as Natalie looked at Victor.
"Fuck, this one is going to be hot then...shit, you'll have to bombard them when the chutes go, should use the optics and see if you can send some direct 25mm fire on top of them. My flames won't do much, it'll just make us a great target for anything AA based, so I'll keep it to a minimum till we come close." Natalie said, as she looked over, waiting. The seconds felt like hours, as the Flak fire continued, and thirty seconds was yelled by the Jumpmaster. The door was fully open, and below, the tops of the snowy mountains could be seen. They were far from Mount Haras, in terms of kilometers, Natalie couldn't remember. But this had to be done first, and it was going to be a surgical assault. 20 seconds. Her mind reminded itself what was the order of the day. Kill every, single, motherfucker. Torch them, gut them, blow them apart, fill them with steel, whatever was needed. Maybe find some intel, but it wasn't priority, not here. They wouldn't keep much, but if they did have something, Natalie made a mental note it could be useful. Eliminate the local AA threat, probably in the compound, and then get as far from there. To get safely extracted by the Chinook, Natalie knew they had 5km to go, downhill but a hard 5km it would be, in deep snow and armor that weighed more than her, along with a parachute that significantly would burden her down to be repacked for a just-in-case. Then they had to get to Haras, and by the time they arrived, it would be the early daylight. And daylight for aerial assets was a dangerous thing, unless they had dedicated weapons systems and could tear anything a new asshole.
"10 seconds to green!" The jumpmaster said, as Natalie looked back at Victor.
"Well...this isn't something we haven't done before, but I've not seen that much flak before....we'll make it or die trying Victor." Natalie said, as she looked forward, seconds taking too long to pass. Suddenly, the light went green, and Natalie surged forward, moving towards the ramp with such a pace that it was indistinguishable.
"Shit, we got a SAM lock, dumping flares!" Natalie heard from the pilot over the radio, as she was too late to think about stopping, coming loose from the line and now entering freefall, as she looked back at the C17 dumping an industrial load of flares, the orange spewing from the rear and lighting up the sky. And her. Natalie cursed, as she suddenly realized, that in the movement, only around a second had passed, and she had lost all her thoughts on one thing.

Her ass literally went up like a gas rig, and a huge blue-orange flame emerged, Natalie unable to stop the torrent as she felt physically pushed forwards, the ripping noise echoing through the open radio as she looked over her neck. She cursed loudly, as her parachutes automatically activated at the interval, the huge pack on her chest violently exploding with two round parachutes, black in color and with a skull and crossbones atop them slowly unfurling and stopping her in her tracks, as Natalie swore again, watching the C17 fly higher and keep dumping flares, all the way as it passed from sight. It had lit them up with the flare dump, and had done nothing for them. Natalie knew Victor had practically jumped a second before, and would be above, and somehow, she was pleased to see the Mohican's chutes open up right above hers, albeit just as violently. He must have tracked Natalie in that time somehow, perhaps compensating for the fact that she had let her rear open up.
"Shit...I see them below, they look pissed...just open up with that GMG, I see the AA guns on the edge of that compound, you can zero in- looks like they haven't picked us up yet." Natalie said over the comms, checking her parachutes, the two skull and crossbones ominous atop them as the chutes were almost uncontrolable, but stable. She opened her visor, letting some fresh air in, and observing the violence of the AA fire. It had mostly stopped, but some of it filled the air, the flak rounds flying past. They were diving into hell it seemed, and though Natalie had no offensive capability for now, though when she came closer, she'd flame up some poor fuckers. Checking her two nozzles, she pulled them out, activating the nozzles as she looked up at her two circular parachutes, as she knew they were coming in hot.
"That view is so good...that AA is lighting the fucking night sky, but we'll be crippling it over the night with whatever SF might be in the mountains too. Remember to bring your chute down and keep it with you vaguely- we'll repack them later, so just stuff them into the bag and move up when we hit the floor." Natalie said, putting her visor back down, as she shifted her weight backwards, the two parachutes diving down a little, and letting her at least clear Victor's line of sight, as she knew that it was going to be a hot landing. AK fire were now pouring upwards towards the two, as Natalie knew that hell's dispensary was coming from Victor, the two Mountains coming down under giant black old-school parachutes, Natalie reminded much of her own bosoms when looked up at the two hemispherical, load-bearing parachutes that brought her titanic weight to a standstill almost in the air, the wind carrying the two a little over towards the base now as they were coming in hot.