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Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

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Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

"Down Rashman Khalid Avenue, about two miles out from here. I think the guy has his house towards the outskirts." Ross simply said, as he pulled in himself, bailing out quick and getting the plate from the boot (or trunk), grabbing a aptly placed crosshead screwdriver and pulling off the plate, slapping a new one onto it. Secure, Ross was back in the car, and revved out of the alley, pulling onto the street calmly and quiet. He switched the radio back on, selecting some Rudimental, as the distant noise of sirens became quieter and quieter. They had shaken their lead. Just like in Cali, where they'd saved a street racing friend of Ross's. It had worked, well, it had, just. Right now though Ross wanted to finish this delivery. Taking a left, he didn't drive hard, and stayed quiet with the C63's 6.3 liter V8, not letting it rumble and attract unwaranted attention. It didn't have any major scratches on it, and it fitted in suprisingly well, in this city of riches and wonders.

Pulling onto another larger road, Ross watched as a couple cop cars sped past the other way, not making out the right plates. Or perhaps they were focussed on Kimberly, not Ross's identification. Either way, it wasn't a problem, and within a few minutes, Ross was driving down Rashman Khalid, amongst the mansions that were strewn about, close enough to the beach to make driving pointless to it. Though that said, the houses were incredible, not like Hollywood, but more like just stupid money. A set of golden gates, literally made out of solid gold, and a guard standing by it. That was Sheikh Mohammed Ben Fayed's house, a house that probably had a few extra zeroes added to whatever Ross's best estimate was. Pulling up, he saw Kimberly waiting, the guard coming out. He was armed, and rightly so. Ross let the window roll down, as the man, looking like some South African of some sort, walked out.
"Identify yourselves. This is the Sheikh's Residence, he doesn't want to be pestered..." He said, angry, his Afrikaans accent making him sound like he could turn your insides to play-dough.
"We're here for buisness. The business he entrusted us with in Abu Dhabi. Sensitive things." Ross replied, as the guard nodded, taking his radio, as he then heard the gate buzz. They were in.

Driving into the Shiekh's residence, Ross wouldn't have been if he saw that inside of the pools that were lingering in the front lawn, beyond the huge hedgerow, was dozens and dozens of loose women, all probably wives of this Sheikh. It wasn't, but what looked like the Sheikh's son had at least ten girls in a pool next to the house. This man was stupid rich, and stupidly crazy enough to have all of this. Yet Ross and Kimberly, right here, were doing business. Pulling into the garage, which was left open and on Mohamed's direct orders, a place where the cars would stop, Ross was anxious to find out what now. Stepping out, he saw the Sheikh come through, nodding. The garage was large enough for two cars, and two cars only, this one at least. There was another structure that Ross saw, but didn't concern himself with right now. Maybe it was another.
"Ah, you made it. Good. I heard good things about you two as drivers from my contact. In this world, you must surround yourself with the right people, yes?" The Sheikh said, in his almost perfectly English accent, though of course, the course sand and dust of the UAE sat there, tinged with an Arabic flavor.
"Ross and Kimberly Hartley? Husband and Wife? I must say, you make a beautiful couple. Vroom, vroom! Haha!" Mohamed added, the Sheikh in his white robe, red and white checked headscarf and bearded fashion actually in his early thirties. And definitely an eccentric. Ross didn't know a lot, but what he did know reminded him that this was Dubai, not a different rich man's playground.
"Anyway, you delivered what was needed. What you did deliever, you don't need to know. I got rich out of oil first, then I sold that. Then property. Then it went bust, and I was out before that happened, let me tell you. I know what the riches of this world can bring, and the risks men take to make money. In Dubai, there is many a way of making dollars, and many do involve catering to the more angry needs of a society like ours. If you ever think enough was enough, think again. I mean, my cousin out there has at least ten virgins on his lap..." Mohamed said, as then looked to Kimberly.
"I apologize, Kimberly, I forget my manners sometimes........I...anyway, moving on, I will say to you this. What you did was highly, highly illicit. But you're going to be rewarded for your efforts. Your money is here." Mohamed simply said, pointing to the two duffel bags in the garage, nodding.
"That is $500,000 each. What you carried is worth almost ten times as much, and fits in your vehicles. Again, what it is, I do not specify as it would put all of us onto chopping blocks, and because that cash just talks. The Benjamins, right?" The Sheikh added, as Ross chuckled, aware that Sheikh Fayed was utterly insane at points, totally eccentric, but being a multi-multi millionaire did that to you.
"You're just as insane as they say you are, Sheikh Fayed. I like it." Ross said, as the Shiekh laughed in response, shuddering a little as he opened the garage's door a little more.
"See that building over there? I think payment is good, yes. But I like you both. Such a beautiful couple. And I thought, in my great generosity, I let you have a go with something more. You're petrolheads, yes? Obsessed with going fast? Welcome to the land of speed, where I phone up a guard over in the desert and he....suggests that the road be closed for a few minutes so that a herd of camels can cross. If you get my gist." The Sheikh added, as he let Ross and Kimberly out, leading them across the paved stone that jutted through the garden, this place an oasis. It was total overload, this was lavish beyond belief.

Opening the door, the Sheikh switched on the lights, Ross still feeling the weight from the duffel of cash he had. The room was illuminated by the lights, and Ross realized what this was. It was a tiny place, but it was clear what existed.
"Is that a car lift?" Ross simply said, as Mohamed laughed.
"It is, fuck, it actually is a lift! I mean, it's like a roulette wheel of speed!" The Sheikh replied, as the lights on it lit up, the lift hiding the other vehicles below, but having room above to be fully jacked up so the car at the bottom could be pulled out at this level. At the top, there was an aqua blue McLaren P1 GTR, one that Ross just dropped his mouth at. This was an insane car. Nothing could be said beyond a total mindfuck. It was sitting on the level of the structure here, one that he could just step into now.
"That car cost me....I can't remember what with the diamonds I had stitched into the roof. It is beautiful, no?" He simply said, as Ross laughed, somehow in total shock.
"Ross, I want you to take it for a drive. If you can deliver something so important to me and have it completely intact with no attention, then I suggest you drive this. Or for your wife, perhaps there is something on this lift too. The sweetest and most exotic fruits of the automobile world await!" Ross heard him say, smiling, just lost for words, as he looked to him again.
"Just go. Drive out of the city, south. There are desert roads. I hope you can drive that thing faster than I ever will. Return them back to me in one piece, or your insurance cost will be very high. Not in monetary sense, friend." Mohamed said, as he then burst out laughing after being so serious, patting Ross on the shoulder, the Scot confused but mindfucked.
"Seriously though, don't fuck up my cars. Have fun!" Ross heard, as he walked out, and the Scot just looked to Kimberly, as he ran to the P1 GTR. Clambering in, he drove off the ramp, the engine roaring, filling the small but tall garage with engine fumes and a loud, twin-turbocharged, V8 with a battery sort of sound. He hadn't even gone ten feet, and somehow inside, Ross was as giddy and exited as a 10 year old after a Coke. This was heaven. And he was honestly in shock this was happening. That a test drive in a P1 GTR, one of a handful in the world, was actually going on. He let Kimberly move the mechanized lift, before she got in hers. They would be doing something totally insane, and in addition to the half million in cash that they had, Ross knew that this was truly wonderful indeed.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Haha, lol.

It's fucking tempting, that is for sure. A place like Stratis rings out well, and while it wouldn't be a lot of shooting, there would be some interesting stuff to see.

Another idea that lingers is an idea of something a la MAG, which was on PS3 over five years ago now. A team of mercenaries working for a huge PMC, and while it wouldn't be massively futuristic, it would have carbon fibre come black honeycomb-made armor, and plenty of FN F2000s and P90s. Because future. I loved Raven in that game, by the way, if you can't tell. Definitely more to it than that, such as possibly the re-arranged paradigm of the world, but it would definitely have something interesting about it.

Vigil!

Post away. That thing we talked about over PM, I think it's coming close for it to be set up with Lucas.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

I will admit, my post was a bit crap, it wasn't as great as I wanted to make it.

Your combined awesome, Skyth and Silver, just finish it off in my head- that scene now seems very vivid in my head, and I'm glad you managed to make a better sense of it than I did. It gives it a greater depth and perspective, and I thank you for that.

After the exams, possibly even post-Lima, there may be some more RPs from me in a simular vein, which I would be interested to continue onwards. A few ideas linger- the failed Arma 3 one I did, as well as the one myself and Skyth were in (Harvest Red), along with a whole multitude of others have gotten me thinking. Possibly of a more combined arms, broader story than I've ever embarked on- with a bit of alternate history thown in; encompassing the role of intelligence agencies, fighter pilots, and maybe others.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Not the best post, but I tried- perspective is hard, and even my mind is jumbled, though I hope I did paint a fairly good picture of the situation. Considering that the events that are going on are within around the span of two minutes, I would say that it's well compressed.

I do want Lima to get into the chase, and onto the streets, with a little more three-way combat going on, even between police. Soon, you're going to see the beginnings of a Prologue that you saw all the way back in 2011...back on the old non-existent guild. Spooky, hey?

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Jan kept on Scott's rear, the conference room turning to total anarchy, a little more furnished than any of the other rooms. An LCD screen on the far side was plastered in bullets, and there was a lot of enemies, just crowding into the place, Jan covering Scott's movement to the photocopier as a nifty piece of cover. He slid behind one of the desks and kicked it over, bullets planting in as he shot one of the men suppressing Scott, before ducking down, aware he was taking heat, Uzi man dead.
"Do it Zhenya, clear each and every room, go fast. Be ready for shotguns or close quarter weaponry on the other side. Lay shots into the top quarter, then kick the door in. Bullets go through plywood like paper. Cut down on explosives from here. We're close, and if we dent that canister, we're going to fuck ourselves even worse. This is bad- they're going to be in the next room. Once you're ready, set up another breaching point on the door leading through to the one we're in position by. We'll have two points of entry, and since the stairwell is at the other end, we should be able to neutralize these goons." Jan noted, as he looked over to Scott, nodding as he moved up, the room littered with bodies from Scott's pointmanship.
Moving over the table, Jan kept the 416 heightened, his blood pumping, body thundering with adrenaline and fear. Sweat poured down his face, and whilst his mouth and nose were covered by the bandit, he still looked more than definitely on edge. Moving around to the next door, Jan shot with a single round another runner, with louder yelling on the other side.

Meanwhile, Neil followed up Zhenya through the corridor, the sight grizzly.
"Roger that, Boss." Neil simply said, as he moved to the first door, laying rounds from the AS VAL, the voice of a man on the other side horrible, as Neil kicked the door down. Moving in, he put another set of subsonic 9x39mm rounds into the man, knocking him back down. The room was small, like they were more breakout roooms. From here, there were a couple more of these, and the toilets. The next two breakout rooms were empty, and Neil had let Zhenya take point on the other two in dealing whatever was inside, giving them the chance to systematically clean them out, one by one. They were all empty from there on out, and had little valuable supplies in them, as far as the eye could see.

After clearing the complex of doors, Neil and Zhenya were up against another door, another entry into the far side of the second floor, where there were what Jan only guessed the rest would go. If they hadn't headed down, they would be going up. Looking to Scott, Jan nodded once more, looking to the plywood door.
"Zhenya, Neil, set up a position on your door so that you can bung a flashbang in, hold tight on the explosives and look for the device. As far as I know, we're going to have company." Jan simply said, as he got ready to kick the door in, aware that they would breach almost at the same time. This was it, last room. Waiting on Zhenya's response, he knew that this last office complex of a room would be probably their best shot at finding what they needed. Turning the 416's Surefire M952V on, Jan prepared himself to move forward, the thin but powerful beam of light something that would be perfect for amplifying the effect from a flashbang. Throughout these offices, the lightbulbs had provided ample light, but from here, Jan wanted a little more illumination, as it was beginning to slowly falter.

"Now." Jan simply commanded immediately after Zhenya's response, as he kicked the door in, giving Scott the chance to move around after the 'bang, as at the same time, Neil lobbed the flashbang through the crack that Zhenya had made, the steel tube recoiling off a wall. The noise of gunfire rang out, as the men shot at the breachers' positions, but weren't accurate enough, or fast on their reflexes to respond to the white smashing blindness that was the flashbang that had been thrown in. The moment became an extended haze, as Jan moved around, following Scott, as did Neil with Zhenya. Laying down two men that were standing right in front of the door, Jan wiped them out with simple shots, as he moved to the side, taking cover by a steel table with a set of radios on top of it. Peeking fire, he took out another two men that were supressing the other breaching team, as Neil moved in himself, moving on the far side of the room where a few cracks in the plywood-covered windows existed, letting in a little streetlight, complimenting the failing office-styled bulbs that were in the ceiling.

It felt like hours passed, as Jan moved from the steel table, moving around the side to wipe out another contact that was moving towards the stairs, as Jan swept the area, peeking between the office tables, with the sight of one wielding an AK on the floor forcing Jan to act. A single bullet entered his abdomen, and he fired up into the roof, yelling loudly, as Jan moved the tilt of the rifle up, the CTR buttstock a tiny bit higher on his shoulder as he pulled the trigger. The man collapsed down, as he heard gunfire roar on down below, and screams develop.
"Look fucking around. We are not messing about here, fucking find that device!" Jan barked an order, looking between the rows of desks, empty of anything but just steel and plywood compartments here and there. There were small stores of kit, and other peripherals, this being almost a barrack of sorts. Sleeping bags and mats lay about occasionally, this really was a home for these people, and they'd kicked the door down on it. Neil moved to the crack in the windows, getting an eye out on the men outside, the two dead men that had run into the alley.
"Okay, so far, I got nothing here." Jan added, as Neil moved back towards the Captain, nodding as he moved down another bank. The room had been filled with at least a dozen men, and there were all dead now, thanks to the team's breach. It was getting puzzling, however, as they swept through, and nothing was there. Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

The crack of what sounded like an RPG, and a huge boom echoed through the room, as the fascia of the building on the second floor, in the room that the team were inside, practically disintegrated, huge blocks and chunks of concrete falling apart, as Jan swore. He dived beneath one of the steel desks, just keeping his head together, as the round blew away the whole wall, the Pole coughing as he looked out. Car alarms blared, and gunshots were being fired from outside. Jan didn't know how or what, but something told him that they were going to have to run. Either the militants had their own escape strategy that had gotten them out of the building with the device from the moment that the breach had occured, or Medved had let a corner slip. Jan didn't know, and he frankly didn't want to care which one it was. Either way, the concequences were identical. They were going to have to run.
"Contacts, moving upstairs, coming from above! Wendy, we're going to have at least half a dozen runners going down the alley and towards the shopping street, clap them fast, and keep us posted on where the guy with the device is! Hold your fire on him- we do not want to risk a leak, just watch him!" Jan added, as he moved forward, taking out a couple of the contacts on the street, civilians running scared, as they ran away, some shot by the men on the ground in a crazed crossfire. Magnifier on, Jan shot two of the men that were down below,
"We need to waste those assholes! Medved, secure the building, Lima is going to conduct pursuit of the targets. Don't argue, just fucking make sure that nobody else leaves. There is no trace whatsoever of anything that suggests nuclear here, so I'm going to assume that whatever group is on the move out there, is going to have it."Jan added, as he moved aside from the around 8 by 5 meter hole in the side of the building, the HE round being definitely a hard hitting munition. Jan was somewhat thankful the team wasn't too close to the windows at the time, though he knew that he not have dived down, this could be a lot worse than it already just was.

"They're trying to delay us with this bulllshit...okay, this is going to seem insane, but we've got at least another fifteen feet below us to go down. We need to go down to street level by any other method, and get a chase on. The stairs are going to be crammed and too slow, and they'll fuck us over if we try it. Rappelling is too slow..shit, Scott, run and get whatever you have left of your cord set up on the frame of that window, throw it out, and fast rope it down. Just throw yourself down the line and try not to break your legs when you hit the ground. Find some cover, and we'll follow suit. Zhenya, then me, then Neil after our exit is good. We're going to have to follow them to the street, and that means making this a whole lot dirtier than I wanted." Jan simply yelled over to the tema, as he took out another two men on the road, clearing the hostiles there out, but Jan could only guess that there were more that were already on the streets. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, as Jan set up cover by a concrete pillar, firing through the wrecked windows that had been blasted apart by the RPG. Rubble was still falling occasionally from the side of the building, as Neil set up a cordon on the stairs, covering the team's rear, as he clapped another set that came from the third floor.
"Scott, you're clear!"

Vigil!

Sorry if my posts can be sometimes a little incomplete at first. That said, view it like a piece of scaffolding- the rest will up soon! :)

Vigil!

"It sounds good, Austin. A piece of tech like that wasn't available to me in my service. The less you know about what I did, the better, but I won't stop you digging." Lucas said, knowing full well as a former SEAL, Austin could maybe make two and two connect. He did have an awfully good reason for being called Trident, after all. Blasting through a four way junction, he kept an eye out, watching out.
"You would be surprised about rats, you can turn people really easy if you hold something very dear. Coercion isn't too bad. I had this one guy, Ivan. Low level dealer, pimp. I applied enough voltage to him, and took his girlfriend hostage. Bad, I know. But I know he cared for her. So he fed me the intel for these labs, pointed on a map. He never knew me, of course. Voice changer and balaclava as a combo do work wonders. But he knows he gave the game away, and his girlfriend came back as clean as I promised. The guy is alive, but I did some really, really bad shit to remind him. I am watching, or so he'd like to think." Lucas said, looking out, then back at Austin, before turning a corner.
"It's tricky. But it's knowing what they have to lose. Social Engineering. It's easier to manipulate people by taking something they thought safe, and making them do all the work for you, rather than trying to force yourself in. And here...well, let's say that even Russians aren't like the Taliban. They betray you, you're like a ghost, not them." He added, as he adjusted the sun visor, the sun still rising a little over the east, as they headed back to Austin's repair shop.

Pulling round the back, Lucas sat back, looking to the bearded repairman come fixer.
"I'll call you when you're needed. Tonight, I might need you for a quick favor, but keep those components in mind. Once it's set, we'll act on it, immediately. If I don't call you in the next four days, or vice versa, I'm going to assume that one of us is dead. Start asking too many questions over the phone, and I'll know that we're finished- because it will be because someone has a shiv to your throat. Watch your back, Austin." Lucas simply said, as he shut the passenger door, nodding to him as he drove away, heading back to his office.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Natalie coughed, feeling a huge pain in her chest, the pain unimaginable. She was incredibly lucky the shrapnel didn't go any deeper, though she was leaving a bloody mess about the place. She could see the blur of Victor come closer, his heavy footsteps hit the ground, as she felt him get down, and pick her up, looking at the bloody mess that was left of the room.
"I should be dead..." She said, the rain pouring down on the burning portcabin, looking at her chest, and all over. She was right- anyone else, and they very likely would be. Natalie and Victor were a little more thick skinnned than most, after all. In Brussels, Victor and her had taken enough rounds to down a bull, and they had been still fighting. Right now, Natalie knew that a piece of shrapnel like that, a piece of metal cornering that was off the side of the portacabin, should have gone through her like a hacksaw. It hadn't- and wheather it was down to her cleavage, or the thick skinned nature she had, or the chest muscle she had, it had saved her.
"God....I love you, Victor." She said, rubbing her hand against his cheek, half smiling as she
Maybe even it had placed a rib out of place. Touching it would be bad, but blood was pouring, albeit slow. There was a dragged pile, and seeing it was sickly. As Victor carried her, she blacked out, slowly, as she felt a little light. She had fought hard, but it felt like for a moment of a lapse of concentration, it had gone.

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Natalie woke, looking around. Clambering up, she realized where she was, an unfamiliar place but in perhaps a very familiar suit. This was her armor. The soft touch of the blue satin against her naked curves inside, the kevlar and dragonskin, as well as an inch of ballistic plating reminding her that this was what she indeed was defined by. She felt heavy, barely able to get up, her helmet off, and her blonde hair, not even blown. The air was dry, like it had no humidity, no pressure, nothing. Everything was weirdly white, but almost half-grey. She walked across the blank floor, an echoing noise rolling through, as she felt the weight sink down. It was her old armor, when she was Bear. Looking around, she could see memories. Like photographs, images. Of her at the Olympics. Of her and Victor in East Timor, with Victor's stupid grin. And a selfie in Miami, when Natalie remembered showing Victor the power of her jugs. Well, it was sure an interesting life, she thought to herself. It was empty, like there wasn't a hot heat, or a rising feeling. If this was Purgatory, so be it, Natalie thought to herself. In her armor, sitting amongst the remains of her memories, going through them. All the lives she had taken. Maybe God would wait till she realized something. She didn't know. A tear ran down her face, Natalie wiping it with her huge gloved hands, almost taking half the moisture off her cheek with it. Natalie was a strong woman. But one thing only rang out to her. She would never see Victor again, not till he followed. She had broken a promise to him. And she sobbed, the 7"5 mass of Russian armored female on her knees, crumpling down in tears, as a shot that blew the scene completely out hit her head. It was over.

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"CLEAR!" Natalie heard, as the defibrillator buzzed, Natalie lunging up. She had just had a near death experience. She didn't know how long it was, but it had felt like an eternity in itself. She shuddered, looking towards the sight of the landed Mi-8 Hip, and another squad of Spetsnaz soldiers, that covered the area. They were leaving, and quick, as the sound of distant vehicles could be heard. A patrol returning. There was more of them to come, no doubt. She felt herself be carried on teh stretcher, by at least four men, to carry her weight, and get slid into the back of the Russian Medevac helicopter, as she looked on. She didn't know what Victor was doing, but she sighed a breath of relief. One of the men carrying her looked down.
"How are you not dead? I've never seen a chest wound worse...you were out for at least three minutes, I'm amazed you're not dead." One of the Medics said, as Natalie laughed.
"Well...somebody likes me, for certain. Can you pull it out? I mean, it fucking hurts." Natalie said, just aware that wasn't a reality, but a delusional thought process. Looking over at Victor, firing his weapon, covering their exit. The GMG roared, as Natalie looked to him, coming back, clambering through the rear clamshell of the helicopter, the weight of his armor significant pushing the helicopter's weight to the back. Dust off was fast, as Natalie felt a IV lead go into her wrist, and a oxygen mask over her face, as she leaned back into the stretcher, a slight tear in her face. Never had Natalie been so sad, to leave this world. She knew it would be like this, but she didn't want to leave her sunlight, her one true love alone in this world. She felt happy to live, and knew that whatever Victor had done, the MEDEVAC had arrived safe and in time. They had left the base quick, and Natalie hadn't caught a single word of what had happened. It didn't matter.
"We're going to have to give you a lot of anaesthetic, Natalya, it's..."
"No, fucking let me watch. I'm not going light headed again. If it can go in and last there for a few minutes, I'm sure the sight of my big fiance will let me get through it. Trust me." She said, as the Medic looked over.
"Are you sure, you're delirious..."
"I'm not...and if you think that anesthetic you have onboard is enough to put me to sleep for even a few minutes, it isn't. Do it. You know what you are doing. I do too." She said, still in agony, as the other medic tended to her burns, lacing her- they weren't third degree, and would likely heal, but a little tinge of this event would remain. They would need to pull it out, lest she got infected, or any more blood was lost. And Natalie knew that a blood transfusion was going to be severe. Lucky she was AB, she thought to herself. It would be a hellish experience- she'd probably lost at least three litres worth of blood, if not more. She had several wounds, shrapnel that had scraped her, but not cut into arteries. Anyone else would be dead right now. But the sheer volume that Natalie was meant that she did indeed, live to fight another day. Somehow.

The next thirty minutes looked like something out of Master and Commander, with screams revibrating throughout the Mi-8's interior, and medics amazed that Natalie was just watching on, and not passing out. The tough Russian woman had undergone what most would simply call insane medical treatment, by a couple of medics in the back of a helicopter. A blood transfusion, with all the blood that was basically onboard did for now, taking her out of her hazy blur, the fact she was AB being a vindicating factor for Natalie. The shrapnel was partially removed, and a lot of the wounds were healed. Natalie had at least three broken ribs, and more cuts and bruises than could be counted. Her lungs hadn't been punctured, but she was winded- likely down to the loss of blood resulting in less oxygen going round her body. It was a horrifying set of injuries, but in some fashion, Natalie was going to live.

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Looking over at Victor, she smiled, taking her oxygen mask off as she slowly sat up, she smiled.
"You saved me. My knight in shining armor." She said simply, smiling, as she knew from his sitting position, and in his armor, he had done little to help with the medical treatment. But then again, he had carried her out of the fires, and called the evac. She didn't know the sequence, but all she knew, was that his armor was dirty, bloodied, and indeed, shining, from the soaking rain. She knew she was like him. But she had to say it, like any woman would to a man like him.
"I saw everything we did. Purgatory was boring, they say near death experiences are meant to reveal everything...yet it only revealed you." She said, smiling, words forming as she felt her emotions come out.
"You're the love of my life. And I was by your side, when you lay in hospital, wounded. You're by mine. Says everything. We were made for each other. For good and bad, for better and for worse." She said, coughing a little, the blood empty from her throat, where some of the internal bleeding had gone. It was lucky it was cleaned fast- her blood had been transfused in the helicopter, and it was a miracle that they were able to do that onboard.
"It's going to take more than a bomb blast to seperate us, Victor. Nothing more would satisfy your Gods, to see us succeed. Set a dynasty. Kiss me, Victor." She said, smiling, just feeling the wet cheek of Victor with her hand, aware she was weak- but strong enough to know exactly that she wanted Victor to snog her, whether he was in his armor or not.