FourtyTwo

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

I'd be happy to see what you got- PM me with your ideas for characters, and I can have a look, before I bring you into the RP- the current operation is coming to a close, so you'll be able to jump in pretty easy soon.

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

Felix listened to Rudolph, sighing a little as he watched Jakub go, hearing him out on what he had to say.
"Of course, Rudolph. Times will change, the New Order of the world is coming around. Not everyone on this earth has the privilege of being German, but they do have the privilege of serving a greater Reich, and that means we are all united in that aspect, no matter who we are. I do not want to sound like a Bolshevik, but we are all tied to the strength of our world, we work together for that common goal. What separates us from the animals is our ability to craft, tinker. Mechanisms like these came from the start of that. Things will be one day not the same as it is now, anarchy and war, there will be peace, and there will be some sort of prosperity and ethnicity we will all trace to where we come from, be it Norwegian, Danish or German. He'll get past it, and eventually, things will be normal." Felix said in a certain manner, looking over at the two, Rudolph and Hans.
"Anyway, I'm going to have a look at my bunk. See you lads in a moment." Felix said, as he left Rudolph and Hans in the room, going to their quarters.

"Perhaps you are going up in the world my friend- it is technically Felix's, but he seems to understand you well. You have that streak about you, no doubt he is impressed. And it feels like too long ago. Us two, against the world, it felt like...well, nothing could stop us. A crazy feeling of course, but it's what we do best. Making them run. Anyway, I'm off to the bunk as well, Viking's going to be left with the crap bed if I don't move. Plus, I need some fucking sleep. I hold my beer better than Viking's, but even I feel shit. You take care, mate." Hans said, looking over as he smirked, patting him on the shoulder as he then headed towards the room Felix had gone into, the quiet noise of the engines of the U-Boat spinning up.

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Thirty minutes later, and nothing much had really happened. Felix and Hans were asleep, Felix because he was tired, and Hans because he was half-hungover, and there was nothing better to do. But in the midst of that, a knocking belowed out on Rudolph's door. The Northern Irish female wore a fairly formal black uniform, though no rank could be seen on the shoulder, wheras an SS one could. She heard the door open, and looked to Rudolph.
"Thought I'd find you here. They assigned me onto the U-Boat too, turns out there's something for us two." Victoria said, as she adjusted her hair a little, the bun neat as she then waited for him to open the door. Once he did, she entered, already looking up as the door slowly shut, and she reached up, her lips against his cheek, as she hugged him tightly.
"Ah...you haven't changed one bit. Apparently, I was assigned to your room, and looks like there's only one bed between us." She said, as she knew that he was a little dumbfounded, as she took off the buttons of her uniform. Underneath, her skintight infiltrator gear sat, her two orbs poking out in particular, as she kept close to him, the SS symbol on her shoulder as well as the matt-black and thermally insulated infiltrator gear too much. Her rear stuck out a little more than usual, and she kept close, moving to the bed as she sat on it, giving a sort of "Come Here" gesture to him, a balaclava wrapped around her neck, as she looked over.
"They got me an atmospheric diving suit with an MG42 and a motor system, can you believe! But anyway, there's a radar installation on Grimsey, just north of the Icelandic landmass, that stops us from bringing our bombers. Apparently, we're to go destroy it, and you're coming with me to be my little hellraiser. I suppose I'll be your guardian angel and all. We'll use one of the delivery torpedoes to get close, then we'll move in and figure out what we have to do get rid of it. The main mission is going to be delayed by a day because of this- but High Command is fine with this, as there is no entire hurry with this- but the radar station needs to go." She said, holding his hand, as she put her leg close.
"And yes, as far as infiltrator equipment goes, I opted for this. Moving in this is really nice, puts my agility training to good use. We're to just set C4 and blow it to hell, apparently. Then we get back into the water and back to the U-Boat." She added, as she leaned back against the metal, feeling his warmth.
"You know, maybe losing Reinhard was the best thing I ever had done. And that boyfriend in London...never understood what really the perspective of the world meant. He just stopped believing and caring in any sane cause. He had to go, he was a threat to everything I worked for. Being a double agent has it's perks, and he was one of the worst." She said, as she knew that it would come as news to Rudolph, but it had to be said.
"He's gone now at least. And me? Well, I did what brings about some sort of sense to all this. You must have viewed me as some traitor, some coward. But I know that when it comes to those fecking British, they'll scourge anything. My father always talked of them like the Devil, the things the Unionists did to our family...and now look at them. On the other side of the moon, hiding. As fecking should be." Victoria said, keeping her leg close.
"Their squabbles were never my thing. The moment I joined, I knew I'd be working to get these dammned bastards out of the way. And then I got contacted, by another member of the Security Service, from one of Admiral Canaris's subordinates himself, that if I wished to be German, through my mother's birth in Munich, and that if I wished to change the tide, I always had the option. It took me around a month, but I made the British security service cringe. It's a good feeling, but wet work requires not just brain, but finesse. As you can see I have..." Victoria added, as she unzipped the front, the material opening up, as she stopped before the vital moment, touching Rudolph's hand.
"You can do the rest..." She said, raising his hand for him, and part-willfully, part in his own actions, the zipper revealed two breasts that couldn't have been more unavoidable for a particular German.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

"Sure- I won't be covered as well, but we can do that, if you don't want me to get tortured again." Andrew said, as he took his rifle , backing up as he watched Nolan kill the rest, already getting ready to move. He took his XM500 to hand as he moved back to the quads, and moved to his own, stashing the rifle on the front. Finding his Mk14, he readied the weapon, keeping it by his side as he got on and fired the engine up, giving Nolan a few seconds as he got his own shit ready and they were both ready to move. Andrew skid the quad away on the snow, turning hard as he headed down towards what looked like some sort of track, towards the post. He had his Mk23 close by on the tank, and knew that if shit went awry, it'd be the first thing he'd have aimed. Snow kicked up, as he hurtled downwards towards through the small valley, and then back up, towards the SAM site. He eased off as he saw one man come over the edge, having to aim the Mk23 one handed and with one eye. But he was crack shot, and even at 40m, he had an easy job of slotting four rounds into his general vicinity, and connecting two with the man's torso. He sped past, as he watched him crumple, already heading into the outpost as he skidded the quad to a halt.
"On foot, Nolan, let's go direct and get straight to what we're here to get rid of."

Throwing himself off, he raised the Mk14, covering Nolan as he saw two men move from behind the SAM. Half a magazine from the Mk14 sorted them out, the rounds from the RMR atop the ACOG accurate and pinpoint, as Andrew felt the kickback push hard. But the weapon's silent 7.62mm rounds did the job, and more than enough, as Andrew moved up to the truck, taking cover by the wheel.
"Shit, Nolan, I'm rigging up a charge. I'll get it set, then we get out of here." Andrew said, as he lobbed a grenade round the corner, a few rounds impacting the lorry as he knew that Nolan would be able to cover, albeit with an improvised weapon or his main non-sniping weapon. Andrew himself was quick, rigging a small charge to the underside of the SAM lorry, as he activated a timer. Sixty seconds- and though it wasn't long, it gave them enough time to not worry if it would get defused.
"It's done! Nolan, I got your back, get on the quad and get moving, I'll follow suit!" Andrew said, already laying down supression fire, as he took out one more guy, moving to his own quad back at the entrance of the outpost. Seconds ticked, as he heard a grenade go off behind him, out of range but still knocking wind from his chest, as he struggled to stay up in the snow, still charging for where they had the Quads. He bundled onto his and revved the still-running engine, looking to the other white Ghillie as he span round, aware that they had been mostly eliminated, and any that were here, were on the other side. Andrew just knew they had to get out, as he accelerated hard, the quad's grip on the snow loose, as they headed downwards.
"I don't know how big that bang's going to be, but.." Andrew said, as he was interupted mid sentence by what did happen. The explosion was almost ear-shattering, as the SAM and the surrounding ammunition went up. The shockwave made Andrew almost lose control, as he knew that had to have scortched the entire outpost, and done the job.

"Woah! Haha, fuckers won't be having AAA anymore now!" He said, as he looked to the other white-colored wookie, a common nickname for the ghillie suits that they wore. It was a mere Star Wars reference, that Andrew didn't buy much into, but it did have some similarities when he thought about it. Heading down the track, the gravel and ice intermittent as they headed back up the path past their old OP, they were headed out of the area.

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Approximately an hour later, after chilling roads, the situation had vaguely changed. They were out of the real shitstorm- headed right towards Camp Vulture. Pulling in, Andrew saw the cave come into view, the sunrise in full bloom as he pulled the quadbike inside, already bringing it to a halt as he got off, kicking the snow off his ghillie as he took his balaclava and then his hood off.
"Shit, it's getting no warmer. We picked a good position, that's for sure- tyremarks get covered up quick by the wind in this area, so that helps us." Andrew said, as he tossed a chemlight down by the quads, the yellow light illuminating the area.
"Cordite, this is Merlin....do you read Cordite?" Andrew heard, very distorted, as he realized what it was. The small cave was covered by a set of rocks on entrance, and it was hard to spot- but comms remained an issue. He ran out, making his way to an area where his radio at least worked now.
"This is Cordite, we copy. SAM site has been neutralized, as well as two mortar positions. All our required work's been done- we'll hold Vulture and wait for Team Knight, over."
"Understood- Cordite, things have been pushed up. Knight is inbound now- as well as our two contractors. They'll be both arriving at your LZ, the contractors just told us they'll be there at 0430 somehow, and the Osprey bringing in Knight comes in ETA 10 mikes to your location.
"Shit...well, that puts things ahead. What's the rush?"
"We've got intel recovered- it seems we're going to have to be more hasty. Other SF teams will deal with any other threats- you're to move out with Knight and the contractors to Fort Tempest, and raid the place. Get to work on marking the LZ and relaying it onto Omega, our Osprey- you don't have much time, so jump to it."
"Yay. Understood, Merlin- Cordite out." Andrew said, looking over at Nolan, muttering a swear.
"Well then. We've got to set those fuckers up, so we don't have to take bullets any more, and whatever these "Contractors" are, I hope to God there's more than the myths we've heard to them." He said, looking out the cave, as he put out the Chem light, by burying it under a rock.
"Come on, let's go." Andrew added in a simple tone, checking his Mk14 as he assessed the outside, already slowly walking back to the quads.

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Somewhere over the Mountains
0420 Hours

The Osprey was filled by the Growler ITV, Ross's visor down as he sat in gunner's seat, Jenny in the driver's. For obvious purposes, the vehicle had been adapted. to carry the three Juggernauts, with the seats further back. How on earth they were going to carry those two Titans of armored beasts, Brute and Bear, was beyond Ross's thoughts. The V22 was in forward flight, and keeping low in the mountain valleys, most AA sites destroyed and low-level flight keeping them out of any major AAA sites, but at the risk to groundfire- which surprisingly, hadn't been a problem.
"Two minutes to LZ!" The crewmember said, himself manning a M134 RCWS system on the underside of the V22, for close protection- mounted to keep any hostiles away if there were any on landing approach, the minigun attached on the V22's belly as a specialized system. The rear door opened, as Jenny looked out, then looking at Carl, a smirk on her face under her faceplate. The sunrise had risen, and it was getting lighter and lighter, with the darkness no longer in their favour. Adjusting his Mk48, Ross looked out, as the V22 began slowing down, the chatter over the comms now audible as Cordite could be heard.
"Knight, we've got the site secured, marked with IR strobes, but we've pulled back to Vulture to keep ourselves secured. You're going to have to drive that bastard out- those PSC's haven't made their way in yet. How the fuck they coming with us down to Tempest?"
"Not a fucking clue- but we'll figure that out. Jenny, fire the engine up. We're coming in, standby." Ross said, as the V22 swooped in, the vertical flight now slowly kicking in as the rear door was fully open, the rear-facing Growler now ready to go. The engine purred under Jenny's foot, the pedals widened and adapted to deal with the fact that Juggernauts were perhaps not the most wieldy in their suits. Jenny's MG4 sat by her side, as she adjusted her faceplate a little, Ross standing on the rear gun- the Browning .50 cal a brutal weapon that would turn most soft-skinned targets into pulp.
"20 seconds. On my mark." The pilot said over the radio, as the engine of the ITV ticked over, the huge chasm below harrowing, as well as the fact that they were still slightly moving forward and the entire V22 shook like shit being a fearful thing.
"Fuck me, I didn't go this far to get killed from falling down a fucking mountainside." Jenny said, as they swooped in, the pilot seeing the IR strobes through the NVs he wore, as they came in, the IR strobes indicating the drop site.
"Only so long I can hold it, Team Knight, you got ten seconds to get the fuck out my bird, or else we'll have to reconsider, out." The team heard, as Jenny smirked, in a certain type of way, feeling aware of what next.
"Fine by us. We're out of here." Jenny said, as she hit the accelerator gently, the rear ramp not entirely on the snow, but close enough. It was a two meter drop onto the snowy ledge, and they were moving quickly, as the V22 pulled away as soon as they were moving, the crew aware that their job was done.
"Okay, that went well. They'll be holding at Vulture themselves and are waiting for us to meet out- that made a lot of fucking noise, so if you see trucks coming, you know the drill. Carl, keep your M249 set up, this fifty does damage, but we'll need a bit more fire than that for some targets if they disperse." Ross said through the comms, as the snow white Growler kicked up powder behind it, the vehicle hauling some serious speed over the snowy and rugged terrain, the lack of a track forcing the Growler to go over and around rocks and boulders of all types. It wasn't comfortable, but it was do-able, as they headed over the rough direction to Vulture, on their GPSes.
"Seriously, I swear to God, with the way those Giants work, they'll tip this vehicle over and tell us that we need to walk with them to the place. They're crazy bastards, if I last remember how I saw them last." Ross simply said, as Victoria replied quickly.
"It's crazy to think one of them is you know...female. Makes me look like a weakling. Shit, that other one, he's huge. Can't be mechanized, I'm sure of it, I heard no whirring or any shit like that. Like they held that shit up with their own sheer force. How?" Jenny asked, navigating around a boulder, as she drove onto a small track, a horse one it looked like that was well abandoned.
"If I had a pound for every time I asked that to myself, I'd be fucking drowning in money. Maybe they're right, some things you just don't figure out. For now, they're as good as they get as backup, I can guess that." Ross said, as the three armored soldiers moved across the mountainside to the small camp, to regroup with Cordite, the snipers, and then wait for Brute and Bear to arrive.

Task Force Hephaestus

Thanks man- the RP has fallen on tough times, but I'm glad to hear you're still around. I think we can keep it running as a three, and eventually get some people in- take your time with a post.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Just PM'd Spartan- I think while there is four of us, this will keep afloat. It will live, goddamn. We need a new Medium, I think- anyone want to recruit anyone into this RP?

Task Force Hephaestus

Fair enough man- you can get a post up if you like, I think Advanced will post, but what this needs, is a reboot. Since we moved to a new Chapter, it's rather convenient- if you know anyone that'd be interested in an RP like this, let them know.

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

"Ahah- I thought you would ask that, in particular around Tyrant. We've installed a set of water jets on the back legs of the suit for limited propulsion, and the fact that the suit is already sealed and reinforced like a atmospheric diving suit, means he can walk on the surface of the ocean- which around Grimsey and that area would be around 200m deep until the coastline. The other three of you have a lot of weight as well you should remember, but we have a Submersible that the Kreiegsmarine have adapted for you three to cater for the weight- Tyrant here will be on the outside and using a set of inflated equipment to remain a relative buoyancy in transit, since you will be at least 100m deep in the water. Tyrant won't be able to surface at the same point as you due to his mass still bogging you down at a specific depth, so he'll carry on moving on the sea floor, whilst you use the submersible to hit land and move from there, One of our U-Boats, U-235, will deploy the submersible- I do not know exactly what the nature of your operation is surrounding it, but I do know that it is critical to your war efforts." Ludwig said, looking over, as Felix, or Tyrant, inspected his legs.
"I see...I've dived before, when I was with the Italians, it happens to be the only thing they can actually do and not fuck up without running. They have some unique skills in underwater demolition." Tyrant said, as he looked over to the rest, already aware that they were almost ready to go. Vampire looked over at his two flamethrower nozzles, securing then to his armor as he put his visor down, checking his gauntlets as he felt the suit come alive, as he moved his feet, feeling good to be back in.

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Somewhere above Vagar, Faroe Islands
1900 Hours
26th November, 1943

The Ju52 came in, reminding the team, particularly Sturm Adler and Vampire, of a beginning to all of this.
"We are ninety seconds from landing! Our forces have seized control of Vagar Airfield, three weeks ago- the runway has only just been repaired, so we might have a bumpy landing!" The pilot said over the radio, as Vampire, faceplate up, looked to Sturm Adler.
"Brilliant." He simply said, as they came down, the plane carrying on the 505th and their equipment, all the soldiers suited up. The plane landed comfortably on the dirt runway, the snow dotted across the island a sign that winter was coming. It hadn't snowed intensely here on this island, but there was some dotted around. The plane slowed down, the noise of FW190s and Me109s, as well as even a few Arado 234s and a pair of Me 262s, which were the pinnacle of the Lufftwaffe in that time.

The black-painted Junker aircraft came to a halt, as Vampire got the large rear door, opening it up- aware that this plane was also carrying lots of supplies for the newly-constructed base of operations for the Lufftwaffe, as Tyrant moved through, the noise of planes and lorries audible, as a truck pulled up, with the driver opening the door and saluting the seven foot tall mechanized beast that was Tyrant.
"Sturmbannführer, with me- we are to take you to the docks right away, I have information that your equipment for your operation is there, Sir." Tyrant heard, as he looked over, speaking through his microphone.
"Good. Squad, in the truck. We move out." Tyrant said, as he moved around, the open-topped lorry a little hard for Tyrant to clamber aboard onto, but the new system in his legs made him a little more able to clamber, and he was first on, barely being able to get up as he moved to the front, sitting on the cab since the seats looked a little unsuitable. Vampire took a seat in the rear, as the rest of the squad followed. The sea was visible from the runway, and as they set off, the noise of other lorries, and planes roaring over, as well as work on hangars and operations centres was keenly at work. They were driven down the road, onto the dirt as they headed to Sandavágur- where a rudimentary U-Boat operations centre had arisen, and U-235 was moored up there. The day was coming to an end, and the wind was chilling, though none of the soldiers who were armored up would feel it. The bleak and snow-dotted rural terrain of the Faeroe Islands had seen the Allied bases scattered everywhere be abandoned, when the German invasion force landed- the predominantly American forces finding that they were completely inadequately armed, and that navally, that had been cut off. They were starved out, and then taken as POWs, off in mainland Europe- with their bases left behind, and used to house mainly German and Norwegian Axis soldiers now. The bases were dotted across the landscape, as they drove through the village, Tyrant looking out. It was -5 here already, and while the sunset was glorious, the temprature was going to drop even more. Ice was on the lorry, and on the roads, so the driver was taking it carefully, as Tyrant caught a glimpse of the submarine.
"That's it. Right there." Tyrant said, raising his metal arm at it, as he pointed out the sub's bridge, poking above the water at a small concrete jetty. The truck stopped at the security clearance, and then drove in, the place clearly unrprotected from any air-raids but they didn't need to be, when the Me262s and other German fighters had completely crushed the American bombers and fighters underfoot- and the fact that many bombers suffered in the cold on the ground meant that bombing runs were suprisingly infrequent to reach this sort of place now, let alone Norway or the Northern Scottish isles, where similar German installations arose.

They stopped by a few tents, where Vampire disembarked first, faceplate down, all the men aware that these were the men of the 505th. The emblem of a Knight on horseback sat on the armored soldiers' suits with an SS symbol below it, the emblem small yet reminding others that this indeed, was the unit that they all feared. Tyrant looked over, seeing one particular naval officer look over, and move out of a tent, as Tyrant knew what he was looking at.
"Captain, I hear this is your vessel? You know enough about who I am, and these men too, so let's keep it simple. We hear you are our transport."
"Aye Sturmbannführer, it is indeed. We have quarters for you and storage- the submersible has been loaded in our torpedo bay, and all of the equipment we were sent. It seems rather strange.."
"We know how to deal with it, Captain. Now, when are we leaving, and when will our exact orders come through?"
"We leave tonight, in three hours. Your exact orders will come through in approximately the time we leave too, via our Enigma machine- though this will be two-pronged. There is a Long-Range Radar Installation on the island of Grimsey, north of the main Icelandic island, and we need to eliminate this before we bring any bombers in to keep the Allied fighters on the ground and blind- and the dam overlooking Akureyri also of significance, since it houses a combined Hydroelectric and experimental Geothermal plant that the Allies have used to power this island, and when there's tens of thousands of soldiers reliant on electric heating, it would be a good idea to destroy it, ja? We arrive in two days at 0400 Hours- I hear that no regular unit could do this, so we were instructed to have you to bear, since this is your type of show- Tyrant, could I see your face, it would be more comfortable to give orders.."
"You wouldn't want to look at the face under this, Captain. It is mere convenience that there is a good layer of metal between me and you. Let me not advocate to the High Command back in Kiel that a certain U-Boat Captain asked questions of circumstance. You are on a need to know basis." Tyrant simply said, as Vampire looked over.
"Believe me, Captain. Really, not a good idea. Besides, that would just spoil the mystery? The seven foot mechanized beast that from North Africa to Moscow has turned Allied soldiers to whitened ghosts? Look, we'll get our quarters sorted out, and since there's a few other SS officers coming as well in a few minutes, perhaps you'll have to make your guess of who it is that we are. But you know that'd be foolish." Vampire said, as Tyrant looked over to the ship, chuckling through comms as he looked to the rest.
"Well...fine, my men will get you aboard. We are running a skeleton crew, so there's i one triple set of bunks for three of you, and one officer's room. You can sort out who gets what- I will leave you to your own devices." The Captain said, as Tyrant nodded as best as he could, leading the way as he headed to the entrance of the U-Boat, hoping the rest followed.
"Sturm Adler, you can have the officer's room. But we're keeping our armor in there- and that guy, what a bastard. Good thing there's other officers coming aboard, they won't have a clue who exactly we are. Some people deserve to know, others, like him, are too questionable, and perhaps better embedded in the mystery of myself." Tyrant said, moving up, as he saw one of the men point down, the cramped U-Boat complicated by the fact that Tyrant was tall, wide and overall, large. He barely fitted inside the hatch, and barely managed to move through, the tight space almost impossible to navigate, as it took him minutes to move, every step careful as he still bashed into most of the metal railings and sometimes, was forced to squeeze up, the exoskeleton coping as he was bent over most of the time. He saw the rooms designated for them, and opened the hatch, already moving into Sturm Adler's room, as the size of it was pretty significant. There was just one bed, but there was probably room to at least keep their armor around, for the moment being. Since this had a skeleton crew at the moment, it seemed like that would work for them- and as Tyrant secured his armor against the wall, and clambered out, grabbing his officer's cap as he lept out, he was already off to his bunk, aware that he had to grab himself the top- where he would feel least seasick.

Task Force Hephaestus- Recruitment Drive

Not necessarily- call it a part-revival, part revamp of the RP.There's a new chapter that's been begun in the RP, and to be honest, it has a couple of people. Hence the recruitment drive- to see if anyone else is interested in getting involved and helping it get back on the rails, as the plot as well as a lot of detail has been sunk into it.

Task Force Hephaestus- Recruitment Drive

Want to be involved in a semi-realistic military RP, set in the near future? Like the idea that you're up against a superior force for once? Or want to be a helicopter pilot rather than boots-on-the-ground Special Forces? Hephaestus may be for you- and you can make a CS and ask away any queries that you have, in our OOC here!

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

"Shit..watch, look." Andrew said, looking over to the man that was approaching the KSVK. They hadn't seen them yet, but something looked astray.
"They know about the truck. I'll nail that one fucker moving to the rifle, get a shot on the SAM truck's engine block, then wheel, then anything that moves. We have to eliminate all the footmobiles." Andrew said, as he cocked the XM500's box again, the semiautomatic bolt action .50 cal rifle heavy, but a more modern equivalent to the M82A2 of old- this was the newer version, and perhaps a little more compact due to the bullpup design, although not by much. He tracked the head of the man, watching, adjusting the ranging as he took his breath, waiting.
"Wait for my mark...get set." Andrew added, his winter glove on the trigger, as he exhaled slowly, the target and time slowing a tiny fragment as the man was on track. In the right place. There was little to no wind, so the bullets would hit, easy. Andrew's heartbeat was at around 60BPM, and dropping lower, as he felt cold, almost fixated. The bullet sprung from the muzzle break, and the bullet was within the second, in the man's shoulder and then his internals, completely throwing him back as it practically half-ripped off his shoulderblade in the process, and redecorated what was now his internals' living room as open plan. The man went down, and he adjusted, firing again as he took out another man by him, a clean bodyshot of some sorts, as he then waited, catching breath as he watched Nolan fire, and he waited for the interludes. He'd fire at the same time, to minimize the idea that there were two shooters with rifles- he had timed it pretty well prior to this. He adjusted, and saw one of the men run out, using an SVD. He was next, as Andrew adjusted, guessing mentally he was at 605m. And his sight was tallied for about 600, so he gave a good guess that he'd need to give an according drop. The marksman raised his SVD from a crouched position behind a rock wall, but even that wasn't enough as he tried to pull the trigger, to supress at least where he guessed they were. Andrew had fired first- and the fifty hit the top of one of the rocks, almost disintegrating one of the tops of the rocks as it then emerged and the round entered the man's neck, pretty much leaving nothing at all.
"Keep up the shots, Nolan- call out when you see nothing left!" Andrew said, aware that they were almost done, as he adjusted himself, looking for more targets down the high-magnified optic.

(Short post- it doesn't need to be too long from my end, as the last few posts have been long, and the next will be longer.)