(A temporary end for the Super-Heavies after this- we switch to the snipers, then bring in the Jugs, then the Heavies again.)

Natalie put on a smile, looking over as she set her rucksack up on her back, and took the M134 in both hands. She rearmed with her explosives and other kit, feeling a little pressure build as she looked over to Victor.
"Hang on." Natalie said, as her gas suddenly erupted into flames, as she then cut out, and exhaled hard. She kept her visor down, lumbering the heavy weapon in her two arms, as she then looked back at Victor, a sort of smile on her face.
"That one was evil as hell, that felt good." Natalie said, as she then finished up with gearing up, and looked over towards other icy peaks.
"We could steal those plates, but they are too irregular, and don't exactly look like they would you know...suit us well. We wouldn't have enough time to improvise it, and it would be loose anyway. Though I tell you, next time we find one of those suits and it hasn't got an occupant, I am so stealing one. Don't even care Victor, I will fucking show them how Heavies do this." Natalie said, looking at Victor, as she scanned her perimeter, the blue UV setting on now as she looked for enemies.
"Chinook should be here in 20- we're going across the mountains to this Camp "Vulture" or whatever it is. Might need the chutes again, though I really fucking hope not- mine isn't exactly perfect." Natalie said, as she sat on the crate, the polycarbonate bending as she looked around, aware that they were waiting now.
"Victor...thanks. We almost died then, you know- imagine if that was accurate..we might be having our body bits cleaned up and that smug bitch would be dancing over my body."

15 minutes later, the Chinook flew in, barely passing over the mountain ridge, as it circled round, and a team of eight Navy Seals jumped from the rear. They were in shock, as the two super-heavies then suddenly stood up, Natalie and Victor walking like they had really burnt the ground to pieces. They looked over, as Natalie turned her head.
"We did the dirty work- you secure this shit, and clean up if anyone else comes. Oh, and you can stop looking at us- we understand you value us as your Gods, but don't be kiss-asses and stare. Thanks." Natalie scared, the leader of the DEVGRU squad even scared when she heard the female, Russian-accented voice through his comms, as Natalie walked onto the back of the Chinook, the man turning his head away, as he led the others, sweeping the area and setting up a perimeter for more forces to come in. Meanwhile, Natalie found a place in the back of the Chinook, already taking up two seats, as she widened her legs, feeling the fans and the cooling system really kick now, as she exhaled hard.
"Woo! Let's fucking rock, gents- you're to get fuel apparently from over in China, then take us to Vulture, so I would hop to it." Natalie said, as she looked to Victor, aware that they were moving out now- the Chinook rising as they were headed out- and though they'd be a little while, till their drop at 0400 hours at the camp, they had spent about 45 minutes on the site, and it had been cleaned out.

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0300 Hours
Somewhere in the region close to Mount Haras

The noise of quadbikes was actually quite quiet, but the mountain paths of area were hard to negociate and steep, tricky and altitude-sickness inducing. The first one, winter-camoflaged, flew over the salient of a small emankment, Andrew's face smirking as he led the way up the snowy track, up the mountain. He revved the engine, already going over a salient on a rutted path, that had seen a landslide. He checked the GPS, and the XM500 Anti-Materiel sniper rifle mounted on the front bullbar of the Quad, with his Mk14 EBR on his back with a 4x ACOG and a canted optic along with a silencer and laser pointer, whilst a Mk23 pistol sat in his holster on his right, a sharp Gerber knife- the two white ghillies pacing through the mountains.
"Haha! We are closing on OP "Switchblade", we've got a AAA site to take out from there. We'll need to hide the quads- fuck, this is sweet though." Andrew said, keeping ahead on the narrow, less-well traveled trail as he churned up snow, already turning uphill onto an even smaller one, barely able to get past. They were very high up- and the morning was as cold as hell. Combined with wind chill, even the ghillie and the Arctic gear he wore was still cold. The quads paced upwards, as Andrew heard the distant noise of a lorry. He hit the brakes, the thin ridge of the mountain track overlooking a more well-traveled path. It was 500m out, but the truck on the other side of the mountain ridge, was easy to spot. The daylight was just about to break- with this altitude giving even some limited extent of the rising sun's visibility on their horizon.
"Lorry, target of interest. We're to engage anything up here, break out the rifle..." Andrew said, stopping his quad as he looked at it, bringing his XM500 to bear on it's bipod at the front of the Quad as he checked the TWS optic, magnifying as he checked the rangefinder.
"Target is 552m, closing in at a rate of about half a meter a a second as he goes down that road heading west...wind speed, 10m/s north, so the bullet will carry a little on the wind. Possible crosswind to the east, slight though. Zero to 520, fire when ready- remember, eliminate the truck. Looks like ammo." Andrew said, as he readied his own shot, watching the lorry drive down the road. He adjusted his own sights, and waited on Nolan to fire, aware that it was slow moving, yet an easy target to take on. They were about six km out from Camp Vulture- which was merely a hidehole for their equipment, as well as a sort of place to co-ordinate where to go. The truck was moving closer to Andrew's mark, as he readied his winter gloves on the trigger, waiting for the moment to strike and unleash hell. It would be loud, but it would do the trick- and then they could move to the OP to wipe out the SAM site.