(Since Rusalka might take some time, I'm just going to jump to my post.)
(It's a very, very long one- but it has to be to set up Antoine/Howard's HAHO. Won't be like this ridiculously long in the future, I promise, since I will cut down shtuff. You can post in the second/third bit, the third being a little less applicable to all apart from Howard/Antoine.)

Imran carried on typing, as Howard left the room, looking over at him.
"Sure- I've got mine close to hand. I need to fix up the exoskeleton later, just brush it up a little. The engineers say it's as good as it gets, but I just want a little more spring in my step, you know. They say they're going to be working on something for you soon, Howard- they say they're getting to work on that mobility issue. Apparently something a little smaller scale than what I have, but it'll give you a better ability to move, to say the least." Imran said, as Howard then left the room, Imran finishing up a paragraph as he looked back at the team.
"Hmm...and done. For today, at least." Imran said, shutting his laptop with his work saved, as he checked the Chiappa Rhino on his desk, the six-round quickloader sitting right by it. He leaned back, as he wiped the barrel of the weapon clean, it shiny in it's gunsmithed grey. He pushed the magazine in, spinning the magazine, as he smirked. This thing was a good friend, a revolver for the future, in the way it negated recoil and handled in his hands. He stood up, tucking it into a little holder on his hip, as he looked to the rest.
"Svetlana, you all good with your weapons and all?" He asked, looking over at the Russian, the large female laughing.

Meanwhile, Svetlana was leaning back, and occasionally, swiping in a glance at Antoine from time to time as he then sat up.
"Yes, all is well. Technicians just put in a new layer of inner layer stuff, since a woman such as me needs perhaps more comfort than most. Especially in something that heavy, yes- it will not get lighter- but I have my ways to keep moving." Svetlana simply said, as she looked down, quickly adjusting her shirt as she then looked over in general towards Antoine again.
"Perhaps it is strange to fly. But it is flight, I suppose if you know what you are doing. Like an Eagle, soaring above your target and then you come in and steal your prey. Beautiful." Natalie said to her, as she leaned back, aware that Bjorn was close on the sofa. He seemed like a nice man, a good match if perhaps she was still interested in men, but she didn't click with him in some ways. Besides, she wasn't a Von Clausewitz person- she much prefered the study of men like Rommel and Ludendorff, as well as some works of Generals in the Russian Empire, continuing military strategy and tactics. Though she prefered the practical application of warfare- and knew that that whilst she was good when commanding, she was better when armored up.
"We really need to go on an operation soon...I mean, let me linger too long, I actually will hang that jumpmaster with that cord. I mean, I nearly died and he still gets a paycheck? Typical." Natalie said, as she laughed a little, the time beginning to pass now as Imran stood up, looking back at the rest.
"Fuck it, I'm going to shoot off some rounds and deal with my kit." Imran simply said, as he walked out the room, a little bit swiftly as he himself headed to his own area to get to work on his stuff. He had his headset around his ear and a neck mic, the typical way of communicating when needed.

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Thirty minutes later, and Imran was still just checking his Mk48. Keep it mean, keep it clean, he said to himself, as she then heard a buzz over his ear.
"Raven, you copy? It's Spectre."
"I read you, Spectre. Situation?" Imran said, aware of the voice on the other end. It was the man that doled out what they did- and while again, Imran had no clue if he was UN, NATO or anything like that, he existed for a good purpose. And Imran had seen it too many times, when he knew that the enemy forces were more sometimes than a few AKs and PKMs. They were fully-developed combat forces with equivalent if not better kit than most SF. And could have exoskeletons or small mechanized suits even one time, a few infantry with thruster packs. Seriously, Imran thought to himself- that day being a hard fight as they had to simply destroy them than salvage the kit. None the less, he finished up, as Spectre began.
"Listen...we've got a situation, for your team. It's in rural Brazil, in the Amazon Rainforest- there's a covert biochemical plant that's been breached by Artemis Group. We're talking a Brazilian Area 51 in relation to what sort of shit they harvest there- toxins beyond recognition that trust me, are very bad shit. SF are being deployed, but they'll just stir shit- and I can count on your approach getting the job done. You know the group, right?"
"In a bad way, yes." 
"Good. Then you've got ten minutes to mobilize the team, and get moving. I'll bring you up a tac map when you get closer, your call what vehicles you use. Keep in mind, this is the middle of Remoter Amazonian Rainforest- you'll need to be rapid over any terrain. The group is roughly a company-sized group, and the compound is a facility right in the rain-forest, no easy way out or airstrips."
"I got an idea then. How long till they escape?"
"Well, we have no idea- but air space is cut off to them. We assume they'll try and wriggle out, but you have 18 hours to do what you do. Further briefing to follow- get moving, Raven."
"Understood." Imran cut the connection, as he swore to himself, standing up from his previous kneeling position, as he changed frequencies on the throat mic.

"All Scimitar operators, get your shit together, we mobilize in ten. Brief to follow shortly- prepare for Jungle Warfare. Howard, Antoine, you'll be forward units, so get ready for that- everyone else, regular gear. We're dealing with Artemis here- so be on your fucking toes. Imran out." He simply said, as he then looked to his exoskeleton, aware that it was time. In a matter of minutes, he changed into his UCP/MTP camouflage fatigues, taking the Tactical Exoskeleton to bear along with all the kit. He kept the helmet by the side, as he checked the motors, and all the kit that was already attached. He moved out of the door, feeling the reinforcement in his movement hit already. He moved down the corridor, as he looked to Svetlana, who was moving down towards her armory.
"Thank fuck for that!" She simply said, as they both went in opposite directions, Svetlana making pace to her armory. She ran into the place, quickly taking her clothes off in the flick of a finger. She looked at her armor, and smirked, as she got to work. Lots of grunting, moaning and yelling later, strap pulling and velcro as well as securing meant that within five minutes, she had gone from nothing to a walking tank. She detached the helmet, putting it over her neckbrace, which came up to her lower jaw. Taking her Boonie Hat, she put it on her head, the female Spetsnaz operator about a million times scarier as she then put a pair of wrapround sunglasses over her eyes, before then loading her GMG with a 40mm belt from her rucksack, before jogging out of the room, the heavy looking as if she was coming to tear a new asshole. She looked just about over her neckbrace at the others, as she followed Imran, heading up and out of the complex. Her boobs rubbed against the suit's inside, and she realized she was sweating like mad, so she looked down into her neckbrace, whispering "Cooling On", as she then felt the rush of fans and liquid piping burst to life and almost freeze her body. Beautiful, she thought to herself, as she saw Imran outside, with his Mk48 to hand and looking around, on the icy runway. His MBT LAW and M32 MGL were also on his back, and his Rhino was at his hip, the exoskeleton and the good level of protection it provided not instantly visible- though the fact that his arms had a sort of reinforcement to them indicated that Imran had a little more force than most. He looked over, as the rest began arriving, all kitted up in their required combat equipment for this fight.
"The plan is simple lads- the C17 is firing up already, we take the two DPV vehicles. You go in one with me, Svetlana, and then Bjorn uses his M134 to fire from the back of one with Yumiko taking the wheel of that one. Drive those bastards into the rear bay, then parachute in and close on the compound with a rapid assault- though Howard and Antoine will have been on the ground already. I'll get more specifics, but we've got a two hours to spare when we get there, hours of nighttime that you can use Antoine to infiltrate and disable any defenses, while Howard eliminates patrols and guardposts in support of that. So that when we arrive, we can drive through the doors and carry on blazing hell." Imran said, looking at the group, as he cocked his Mk48, then firing a round in the air.
"We good?" Imran said, looking over before smirking.
"Goody gumdrops. Let's shift- Howard, Antoine, get set for a HAHO jump- High Altitude High Opening, so that perhaps you stay off their sights for a while. Oxygen masks and all that." He added, aware that maybe he was a bit serious- but at least it meant that things weren't too much of a clusterfuck. This was direct action, hard-hitting operations that he knew only a team like them could perform. He started moving to the vehicle hangar, already moving a little quicker than some in the team due to his exoskeleton giving his legs a lot more force, as he quickly found the set that they had, painted black. Imran smirked, as he jumped into the front of one, Svetlana at the back of the pack that were moving across to the vehicle store. Imran fired up the upgraded 4.0 litre V8 engine, these things a step above average. The tyres were meaner, the suspension stiffer and able to take a beating as well as the whole thing being adapted to carry a Heavy, such as Svetlana- with the rear seat where a gunner on a .50 cal being enlarged for that purpose with a specific way. It meant that Svetlana was able to bundle herself in, bringing her HK GMG to rise on a bullbar of the DPV, the barrel right above Imran's Turban, as he revved hard. He skidded out on the concrete store room, skidding around the corner as he saw the C17's back door open up, changing over on the comms.
"All on the plane, they'll rig the chutes onto the vehicles once we're on- Howard, Antoine, you all ready inside?" Imran said, the wheelspinning hard as he span through towards the back of the C17, flooring it as the crewmembers at the back even got out the way. He hit almost 60 before he hit the rear ramp, and despite braking before, hit the ramp with a significant pace, almost doing a mini-jump within the bay as it screeched to a halt, the brakes red-hot. He reversed a little. as the DPV in position, Svetlana adjusting her Boonie hat, as she bulged her front out a little for comfort in the suit, before reclining back into her rucksack against the seat. Imran turned to see her sheer size just sitting behind him, legs wide but armored to the hilt. Imran didn't know if driving this thing out of the plane without a chute would kill her in that thing, but all he knew was, it would take a lot of fire to kill that Russian and the Swede in his own suit. The jumpmasters in the C17 rigged up the DPVs, as the plane began to pull away, already going. They were mobilizing incredibly quickly, as the plane began to pick speed up, rolling over the concrete runway as it began to pull up, and they were up in the air, and in the dark.
"Best get comfortable..." Svetlana said, chuckling a little as she checked the GMG once more, the fact that her hair could be seen from the back of her boonie hat and her sunglasses didn't protect her, but sure as hell emphasized that there was a woman in that thing that was a badass.

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0100 Hours
Somewhere above the Amazon Rainforest, Brazil

The rear door opened, the howling wind picking up, as Imran looked over, speaking on the radio now with his helmet on and his Turban compacted down, to accommodate for that- his turban flattened, to say the least in a better method.
"Okay, situation is as follows! We have a company-sized force that occupies the Rio Galvas research facility, Artemis forces armed with AK12, AN94 and various other weapons, we've also confirmed that they have some sort of exoskeleton on site, so watch your asses! It's a significant compound, plenty of stealth routes when you two hit the ground, Antoine and Howard- use the jungle and then the compound to sneak in close and do what you have to do. We need to take out their main generator in their base, so Antoine, prioritize that as well as sneaking like you do. Howard, eliminate any patrols that could affect us en route to the LZ, and guard-towers- kill them off and it should make it a lot easier. The plant is partly underground too, where the worst toxins are- they're trying to break past the secure doors that keep them from us and then get out of here with it. Let's make sure it doesn't happen." Imran said over the comms, being his typical authoritative self. He had to be- otherwise like he thought to himself earlier, there was no realistic chance they'd stand up to this force.
"Antoine, Howard, wait for greenlight then pull your chutes, stick close and drift towards the GPS on your HUD! We will wait for when you want us to come- but remember, don't get greedy down there! Good luck!" Imran said, as he sat up, looking at Svetlana's face.
"Pfft. Come on already, I want to just drop in and kill them all myself while we chute in with the vehicle. I like that idea more." She said, as she sat back, a sort of look on her face.
"You can go ahead if you like, but I quite like being able to live- you know, doing this shit for another day. Relax, we'll get our cut of action." Imran said, the Mk48 in the lugwell to his side, as he knew that it would still be a while. However, the light turned green, and Howard and Antoine were out of there, headed for some stealthy recon and infiltration.