FourtyTwo

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Natalie chuckled, seeing the big and mighty Victor Kaantario, fully armored up, as her Knight in shining armor. It wasn't lusterous, but it might as well have been in this rainy Siberian evening. There was something about the armor, that they both shared. They were big people, but Natalie always reminded herself, that she was like him in hers. Invincible. Almost. But more or less, a force of nature, with enough ammunition and armor to walk through the deepest thrones of hell and back without too much problems. From the bottom of the armored boots of the suit to his helm, there was enough armor to effectively prevent even a .50 entering, and even IFVs would be a little worried about a head on assault against an operator like Victor.
"My beautiful Mohican badass. Sure, I could use your rear as cover." She said, chuckling, her voice a little drowned out by fire, but audible still. She was a little shorter, so didn't protrude from Victor's rear as badly, using the big armored fella in front as cover, as he drew fire, Natalie firing on men around and to his right, as they pushed forward, Natalie feeling the force of the GMG's kickback even from behind. The burly Russian Goddess followed the Mohican titan of a giant, aware that such a combination was just...well, even to Natalie's disproportionate view of life, the one that involved downing aircraft by flying jet-powered wingsuits, the one that involved wearing almost near enough 250kg plus of armor and a weapon with attached ammunition that weighed not significantly less. The one that involved fucking a giant atop a hot air balloon in an Alps with the cold wind blowing between her bosoms, and the one that involved being rich. She was 26, for crying out loud. ANd to her, this was just epic. This moment here, of being behind her armored partner, and firing her PKP at rogue mercenaries. This was life.

Moving around, she took out a pair that moved out of a shed, mowing them down quick and clean, as she let Victor mow down enemies. As he took increasing volumes of fire, Natalie moved away to stop getting shot at, sliding by an ammunition cache, and lobbing a few frags forwards.
"He's in that structure right there! No doubt he's got a lot of heat. I've got this guy- just hang on a second. You have FLIR, correct?" She said, half knowing that he did, as she took the remaining Smoke Grenades she had. Lobbing them over, she felt her bra almost completely tear apart. And in that moment, Natalie did argueably go full Amazon from there on out. Even the one piece wasn't keeping her two bosoms in, but that wasn't something she cared about.
"Cover me!"

Natalie slid across the boxes, running, out into the smoke, as fire poured around her. Not at her, but at the big giant. She charged, the PKP on her back, and the two Skorpions in her hands, fully loaded, as she charged through the smoke. She knew where she was going. The Spetsnaz-dressed female, her juggs in the open was accelerating towards the portacabin, and when she was in front, it was like a force of nature had decided to knock. The door had been reinforced with two padlocks, but with Natalie's weight, it was like it was made of paper. She dove in, and was already firing, the two guards at the window downed, as Natalie ran forwards, seeing the sight of Maxim, and another accomplice. Natalie shot the other one in the head with the last of the left hand Skorpion, as she spent the rest of the right on Maxim's leg. The man was a terrorist, and had facilitated Wolf's Claw. It had let them carry on their activities, and right now, Natalie had nothing more to lose than kicking the shit from him, as close as she could. Crumpling down, the man yelled, as Natalie moved forward, tits hanging, and drew him over. He had a scary smile on his face before she fully came onto him, and Natalie suddenly screamed. Diving down, she snapped his neck with the crumpling of her body, but it wasn't enough. The sound of fire and heat was immense, as the explosion rocked the whole compound, the click from his right hand enough to do the job. Natalie's vision went to black.

Opening her eyes with a slow movement, she felt the portacabin was on fire, rolling off as she looked at her burnt clothes, the sound of screaming men all over. She couldn't move, she felt in agony, wounded severely. A huge wound sat over her chest, and she coughed a little, seeing a small piece of shrapnel inside, missing her internal organs by a mere couple of centimeters. It had gone in crooked, and was agonizing, horrifyingly bad. She would survive this, Natalie said to herself. The sight of smoke and burning could be seen, and dead men. Her radio was out, and she felt immobile. There must have been a sabotaged setup to prevent intel falling into the wrong hands here, and the compound had been rigged, if it came to that. Natalie was lucky to be in this portacabin, though it was practically destroyed, with Natalie feeling the burning ash and sight of smoke and general hell around her. She didn't know about Victor, but all she knew was, that if she had survived, he probably had too. She coughed up blood, Natalie just holding onto light, as she slowly dragged herself across the floor, screaming in pain, as she hoped that Victor would see her. She hoped she could survive this, but Natalie knew that the other Spetsnaz team was probably dead, and the PMC men too. Nothing could have survived that. The compound must have had enough explosives to level a skyscraper or two, because everything looked destroyed. She turned her head slowly, her burnt eyebrows and partially burnt blonde hair following suit as she saw the large figure come closer, as she fought to stay conscious. This was worse than Brussels, that was bullets, they could come out, this felt far, far worse. She started blacking out again, and felt light headed, unable to get air into her monumental lungs, just feeling him come closer and closer, and just hoping to stay conscious enough to have him by her side. She felt horrid, and her strength was showing, in the way she was trying to stay like this.

Vigil!

Lucas smirked, taking the M4A3, inspecting the rifle, as he adjusted the stock, pulling it out a little, as he chuckled, taking aim.
"It's a fucking beauty. I'm not going to ask how you got this, but I'll assume you have good friends to get you this. It's a tool alright." The Vigilante said, as he adjusted the RDS, the MARS optic a nice sighting picture for quickly picking up targets. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, he looked about, at the ammunition, and the other pieces of kit.
"You know, Austin, maybe you are smarter than I imagined. You figured it out well. Connected the dots. But keep that on the down low. You have no idea of how dangerous it makes you to supply me. I mean, you can walk away with your hands clean now, or stay and rough this shitstorm out. It isn't going to be easy. There are men in this fucker's organization who eat people, and can expose everything and anything about your life. You have a family, Austin. I'm telling you now. Don't do something you will regret later, even if the money talks and the bullshit suddenly walks." Lucas simply said, as he sighed.
"You're one of the most talented gunsmiths and fixers I know. You pull shit from thin air sometimes. In this climate, that works well. I need information on another target, something a little more varied. Walk with me." Lucas added, as he slung the weapon down, heading back to where the duffel was, and placing the weapon inside, along with at least half a dozen PMAG polymer magazines. This was military grade stuff- definitely hard to obtain by any other means. Zipping it up, he headed outside, out to the back.
"We need to drive somewhere." Lucas simply said, as he headed to his RS7, unlocking it with his keys, before slipping in.

Letting Austin get shotgun, he shut his own door, engine on. No music at the moment, but he thought about putting his MP3 on again, just to kill the time. The duffel on the backseat, he pulled out of the alley, keeping an eye about him.
"If you want in on this, then you're going to need to be ready to do a few things for me. Small pieces of work. But you're going to need to be more careful than the world. Right now, I think I have us a ploy on getting some cash. I call it accounting for the Mafiya. One of their drug dens went up last night, so indirectly, I struck at one of their key earners. But tell me, who sells Crystal Meth in New Realna these days, APART from the Mafiya?" Lucas said, as he let Austin give a response, before then giving his own statement.
"There are some, yes. One percenter biker gangs mainly, but they're mobile, mostly at least. No, there's pretty much just them. Indirectly, supply is down, demand is just the same. Drug Dealer 101. They can sell their shit for more profit. What I'm thinking, is we redistribute the wealth from their increased buisness accumen. In the short term, they can make a buck, but in the long term, their supply of Crystal will wean off. And other fill in drugs, or imports from the Motherland will mean that this little gold rush ends." Lucas said, driving through an orange light, aware he was indeed a amber gambler of sorts. The black RS7 was comfortable, but twitchy enough to turn a corner clean and at a high speed, with the V8 purring gently right now.

It was an almost twenty minute drive, out to the outskirts of the city, over a couple of bridges and near a more industrial set of facilities. Pulling up on the kerb, he switched the engine off, looking around, before peering back to Austin.
"This is the spot." Lucas said, as he pointed it out, aware the blacked out windows kept him covered for now, from a side on angle at least.
"Over there, is the old bottling factory. Now, I've been here over the last few days. I was going to pop yesterday, before a certain meth and skunk lab decided to combust. Now, it seems fairly busy. At least a dozen more guards, as you can see." Lucas simply said, pointing out the four-storeyed brick structure, which stood amongst a few of the other buildings, in this rough area. It was almost noon, but this place was still pretty gritty, and a darker side.
"Why the guards? I watched it because I got a tail from one of the men that was working at the meth lab. They cover well, but I assume that was the money man. So this isn't a store of all their cash, but the revenue is going to be good, definitely, if some of it is stored here. They probably have it here so that the authorities don't chase it down, and when they need to, they send it straight off to be laundered through various shops and services that the Mafiya has...well, stakes in." Lucas simply added, as he sat up in the car, looking around, for anyone else.
"Do you know what's so good about robbing criminals? They can't go to the police when their money is stolen. So they have enforcers go get it back for them. This would be a huge job. I estimate minimum, $1 million in hard cash. Partly to fund my work, partly to screw them out of their drug money, and partly because I want some of that cash back in the coffers of the good old police department and other public institutions. Corrupt, yes, but it's better than in the hands of a bunch of violent Russian criminals. Doing it alone is hard enough, so I've just waited till if something happens, I act on opportunity. I might as well try different now, Austin."

"So here's what I need. I'll need you to figure a way out for me to get a look inside. I was thinking a variety of methods would work. A drone, perhaps, or a mole. I can do the second well if I find me the right person and enough reason to believe he'll walk in and tell me everything I need to know when he comes out. I'll need a grappling hook, and two pairs of Night Vision Goggles. Hard to get, I know, but trust me- it's a wider part of the plan. A cut in the power, so a small explosive or at least tools for the pylon, followed by some more. If you're interested, I could use a second eye across the road. That warehouse is completely derelict, and from that second storey, you can set up a shot. If I remember correctly, you said you were a Force Recon Marksman. So you'll be fine. If help is what you want to do, then we do that." Lucas simply said, breathing, as he chuckled.
"Demanding, yes, unorthodox, definitely. But with that many guards, I need to tear through them. I'd need to find the cash, and get out, in three minutes. The M4A3 will do well, but if things go to shit, running is a better option in this one, no matter what. A bike will do for extraction, while you drive down the road innocently, stripped of anything incriminating whatsoever. I need you to be with me on this one, Austin. You'll have a cut too, but remember why we do this. I want to fuck these people over. They ruin the lives of enough people. When they know one of their money sites isn't safe, they'll start thinking about the nature of their operation." Lucas added, as he shook his head, somehow in disbelief himself almost.
"I need you to work your wires. It's up to you. But remember, I need to figure out what the inside looks like, without getting shot; from the money to guards, vantage points to areas of entry and weakness. I need a grappling hook, so a titanium cable and thrown quadruple-fishhook arrangement will be fine. I need a couple of charges, something better than the Semtex I can make, and apart from that, I need general intel on this site. It's big, but I think you might as well. It's on the back burner for now, so take your time. I give it about a few days, then we deal a blow to this place." He said repeating his last list, as he started the engine again.
"For now though, I reckon some smaller stuff is in order. How's your schedule looking for this evening?" He asked, as he turned the car around, skidding as he put the throttle on, the V8 surging as the car's 600BHP engine blew the RS7 very quickly out of that block.

Vigil!

It may be me. It might not be. Either way, shit's been hectic, so I will post now.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

That gif...has me in stitches :)

That was a fucking fast turnaround, you two. Queen posts, we go on.

Any Skydivers?

I *almost* did a little, but wound up doing gliders instead. The jumpers always scared the shit out of me because they're falling through/near our landing pattern.

@mdk

Indeed we do. Downwind, crosswind, upwind...yep.

Do paratroopers count?

Also, hi sir, how's the leg

@ReonenMiruel

They would. Sounds awesome man- wherabouts did/are you serving?

My first jump is one that still sticks with me. I've done 16 static lines now (and hopefully, will move onto freefall very shortly), but my first was one I still laugh at. Redlands DZ has a small landing area, and basically, thanks to what must have been a dead wind, I ended up landing in a four foot thorny hedge :D Haven't had a bad landing since, lool.

Any Skydivers?

As the topic suggests, just wondering if anyone here partakes in any skydiving at all. This being anything from just one tandem, or learning to jump, or being experienced. I'm currently doing RAPS in the UK- just wondering if there are any other RPers in the sport (as I do remember a few years back there was someone I was RPing with that was involved, I cannot remember the name).

Vigil!

Just what he said.

Vigil!

Nah. It's more extended than just this, and I don't like collabing. I couldn't RP someone else's character, in the same way I couldn't easily let mine. It's tempting, but not really my thing, as we do have a nicely complimenting RP style in our separate veins of posting.

Vigil!

I think basically anyone's, minus BigPapa's. Mine and him are independent of things at the moment.

Vigil!

I edited up my post, I couldn't help but fit that song in there. It's just faultlessly badass, driving quickly in an RS7...