[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3B_r5rVU5rw]An OST?[/url] 

Imran looked over at the wheel, already checking the pedals as he then heard over the radio that Antoine and Howard were in.
"Affirmative. Antoine, recommend you keep your profile still low, and see if you can maybe sabotage whatever else you see- any armored vehicles or if you see any armored troops that you think might be an issue, deal with. Howard, get ready to eliminate the towers on my mark. You'll start the fire, we'll keep it burning, understood?" Imran said, as Svetlana moved over in her seat, looking to Imran, as she looked at her GMG, then behind her to see Bjorn readying up his M134. They were going to be heavy hitters tonight- and really force a dent into the enemy, Svetlana thought to herself.
"Well then. We're good to go. Jumpmaster, got us an LZ?" Imran said, looking over as one of the technicians in the C17 walked over to Imran's C17, an flight helmet over his face and overalls making him just some indescript airman of sorts.
"Yeah, we got a clearing, you've got two minutes. Roads are bad to the site, the way you've got..." He said, as Imran laughed.
"Well, there's a good fucking reason we have these then, matey boy." Imran said, tapping the bonnet of the car, a smirk on his face as the jumpmaster knew what was going on. Before he walked away, Svetlana's eyes locked on his.
"Hey. Pack our chutes wrong this time, I swear to God, you'll see what dying by breasts really feels like. Let's just get that out of the way before this happens." Svetlana said, her accent and voicing enough to scare the man shitless, as he didn't want to think what was going to go on next if he replied. He moved on, and opening the back door again, Imran fired up the engine, the V8 roaring. The jumpmaster and his assistant undid the clamps tethering the DPV to the floor of the C17, but Imran knew that there was really only one way to do this. Revving the engine hard, the V8 thundering inside the enclosed space, he looked to the chute that was rigged up on the roof of the DPV above his head, and smirked. Accelerating hard, he hit the handbrake and did a 180 within the cargo bay, looking over to see Yumiko do the same as hers was untethered. The whole fucking thing shook as suddenly, at about 40mph, the buggy went flying out of the rear, the whole weight on the suspension lifted as they practically sailed out of the back of the C17.

Yumiko's must have followed, Imran guessed, as for ten sweet seconds, the wheels were spinning and they were airborne. But falling. Rapidly. The chute above the DPV roared open, as they were violently jerked backwards, the engine revving hard as Imran calmed down the revs. The chute bubbled open, as Svetlana chuckled, already cocking the GMG.
"Haha! Nice!" She simply said, as she looked over the edge of her seat, the DPV now under a parachute. They weren't that high, but none the less, the view through Imran's night vision goggles was lit up with the compound and the moonlight that illuminated partly the two falling DPVs. The noise of groundfire interupted that, as Imran heard it from below. They were closing in now, and Imran didn't want to think of what exactly it was. He reached for his M32, but Svetlana physically stopped his arm, a smug look on her face like she said "I know what I'm doing", as she raised her GMG. Almost standing up, the balance of the DPV shaking as her weight was so large, she fired round after round below, as the enemies fell, the small patrol then quashed under a set of 40mm. A lone man with an AN-94 ran out, and was directly under the DPV, firing rounds into it's reinforced underside, as he then didn't realize what was coming. The man may have worn fairly advanced body armor, from a helmet to a vest, pads to a good pair of gloves, but he didn't stand a chance at what came down on him. Quite literally, the winds favoured Svetlana and Imran, as they drifted right to him, Imran already cutting the chute as he revved the engine and the wheels span madly in mid air. The rest was simple, as the DPV fell hard the last 20ft, and splatted the man, the DPV kicking up mud as Imran smirked, spinning around as he checked the GPS on the front bullbar.

"Raven and Black Eagle are on the floor, we're moving out to assault it- Howard, open up!" Imran said, as Svetlana looked over, the patrol completely wiped out as the other DPV came in, the jungle path poor and muddy as hell. But for the DPV, it was go time, and it weighed little to nothing with a huge amount of power and mean tyres that kicked up mud and dirt behind, Imran flooring it over a metal bridge as he shifted up, the headlights and NVGs combining to light the route up ahead brightly.
"Right over there, looks like a checkpoint!" Imran said, as Svetlana simply fired a whole set of 40mm grenades, the men firing off rounds at the DPV that ricocheted all over, but did little. Imran just kept on the gas and floored it through the checkpoint's barrier, the tower coming down as Svetlana kept up the 40mm fire, cackling as they closed on the facility. A large stream came up and Imran wasn't even letting his foot off the gas, as he kicked up a massive splash as he floored the DPV through it, aware that Yumiko and Bjorn were close behind and dealing with any other threats. The facility was far closer, and Imran kept up the pace, as the DPV rocked out of the stream, and he realized that there was really only one way in from the perspective they were taking. A dirt embankment went over a concrete wall, and apart from assaulting front on, Imran just hoped he had enough speed, as he looked at Yumiko and Bjorn in the other one, a thought on his mind.
"Just follow us, and hang the fuck on!" He yelled over the comms, as the DPV surged forward in the thin track, Imran not letting up. He was going about 70mph when he hit the steep embankment, and shit really hit the fan.

The DPV flew over the concrete outer perimeter of the base, and slammed into the floor hard as it flew in almost on it's back, the suspention rocking the entire thing forward as Imran let Svetlana keep up heavy suppressing fire, as he stopped behind a lorry of some sorts, skidding to a halt and coughing a little.
"Holy shit...that was something." Svetlana said, aware she hadn't spoken in a while, as she took her boonie hat off, and slid her helmet on her head, putting the NVGs down as the HUD activated. The heavy was out of the vehicle as bullets slammed into the container, and she saw the other DPV sail in, under fire but now going to get some serious cover. She walked from around the truck, and feeling bullets hit, opened up with the 40mm, Imran moving from cover to cover as he supressed some enemies with his Mk48. But Svetlana, for the moment, was doing a lot more significant damage than the Sikh, and taking far more of it, the troops in the compound outside the facility confused as to why this 7"6 giant wasn't going down when fired upon- the 40mm rounds giving cover, as she knew she'd be flanked soon.
"Antoine, see if you can cut off any forces from going in deeper into the complex- we've got anyone that's up here. If you see someone running with any nerve toxins, do not shoot them- or else we'll all be dead, Svetlana and Bjorn included, if that shit is toxic enough. Understood?" Imran simply said, as he looked over, giving cover fire with his Mk48, casually then jumping over cover and sprinting with his enhanced strength to another container, where he flung himself into cover, already firing by the side of it.