Victor shouldered his XM307, fully kitted out again, sans about 5 inches of armoring on the front of his suit. But that just went to show that he and Natalie are the pinnacle of all things infantry on the ground. He didn't step back when Natalie roared her own brand of noise. He waved a hand in front of his facemask though. He couldn't smell a thing, but he could appreciate how it worked. He chuckled, "You know, at this rate. I'm going to develop one hell of a fart fetish." He laughed softly then turned to look out over the devastation they had caused, admiring their handiwork. He smiled memorizing it, another thing he's proud of doing. What better way to pass the time?

Minutes later he turned and looked up as the Chinook came in. He crossed his arms as the Seals jumped down. His robotic suit, even torn up as it was made him intimidating. He hrmed, "You guys came at an opportune time. Bear and I did most of the heavy lifting, if there is anyone left alive in there, you guys get to sniff them out." He walked past them all as they spread out. He stepped up, stepping down heavy on purpose to make the heli bounce a little, and making the door man at the back door bark in surprise. He shouted to the front as he took a seat just opposite Natalie, "Get this whirlybird in the air! We got things to do." He sat down finally and relaxed he looked across at Natalie, and pulled his face plate down, giving her a wink and a smile.

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Nolan took a small hillock at speed, catching a little air, and coming down once again behind Andrew. He grunted and looked down into the valley again, looking for targets like they were told too. He had his Tac50 mounted on the front of the quad's front carry rack, right beside his own XM500 LRAMSW. Both rifles true beasts. He skidded abit on the path. He also had his PP2000, Striker and his M9 at hand, just in case. He also had a huge amount of APERS mines on the back carry rack, just in case. He hrmed into the comms as Andrew spoke, "Should I be bringing the Tac or my own XM when we get to Switchblade do you think?" He got back onto the track finally, taking up position 5 meters behind Andrew again, rolling forward. And coming to a stop beside Andrew when his friend stops.

He hrmed, spotting the truck just as Andrew called it out. "Right I see him." He swung his own XM up and into a firing position. Sniffling a little and clear his nose briefly, then setting eye to scope, quickly doping it out, and zeroing in the sights. He sat there for a time, feeling the pleasant bite of the coldness around them, his Canadian up-bringing making him mostly immune to the cold way up there. He waited, cocking the sight to a position where he could ambush shoot the lorry. He hrmed, "Get ready..." He waited, smiling brightly as the truck pulled into his cross hairs.

Nolan makes a living on firing a really big rifle. The Tac 50 McMillan Firearms Manufacturing LRSW/AMR is a big rifle. .50 calibre, firing 12.7 rounds in a variety of formats. Nolan fires a Tac 50 A1 variant of the rifle, without the recoil suppression of the A1-R2 model. So he knew how to take and disperse big recoil. But yet as the XM500 rifle fires, he rocks back and has to give out a woot of joy.

The round sails down, a HEIAP round, designed esspecially to make short work of vehicle and man alike. His target was the engine. Put that out of action and it'd make it loads easier to take out the rest of the truck. The round sailed in. Cutting a little, but the shot is true. And slams right into the engine, punches right through the engine block and buries itself deep in the engine. The round exploding shredding the inner workings. Nolan grins broadly as he pulls his eye away from the scope. He nods, "Say one thing about Barrett, they make a good...oh geez!"

He ducked a little as a chance burst of fire had made it's way up a fuel line and into one of the trucks fuel tanks, taking nearly a quarter of the truck apart. He chuckled, "Yep definitely make a good rifle."