Laura yelled out, as the flames wrought higher and the immmediate fire that was raining down on the heavies seemed to get a very literal response. A flick of her HUD and a few mini-missiles were away, targetting one of the stray Lynx helicopters that Tiny Nord hadn't gotten, the close range making countermeasures hard to stop, as the rounds pattered across the suit's surface. A strange feeling, it should have meant anyone else was being turned into Swiss cheese, but in a place that felt almost a bit like home, Laura knew she wasn't going to be when encased in this. Even then, best not to get too cocky- a Trophy system could stop AT, but it could only do so much at close quarters, and well, she didn't want to go up that fast in flames.
@JamesycoThe rounds were coming in thick and fast though, so before she got torn up by another group readying more AT, she found a container and took a moment to reassess, knowing that Thirteen was also taking some hits too.
"Nice shooting Tiny Nord, you don't fuck around! Keep at the helis, I've got the others!" She called out, turning a corner and another squad finding themselves to be barbecue fodder...wait, she should add that to the fuel, BBQ mix! The thought went quickly as the large German hustled away from the container, lobbing a couple of CS grenades forwards to provide smoke and further infantry suppression. Keeping them bunched up was perfect, because she went from . All while humming Ramstein, all over comms, loudly. Whatever wires were in her head were most certainly crossed, but somehow, she knew Oliver was enjoying this as much as she was.
The next five minutes and the scene went from just a few exploded missile launchers and AA sites to a full blown hellhole, helicopters dead, and a lot of fire everywhere. It was a sight to say the least, and the Heavies weren't even done yet. Getting shot at and the gentle patter was muted by the sound of an engaged gas cylinder, and the German doing what she did best, setting fire to anything and anyone smart enough to run the fuck away hitting either Thirteen's railgun or Tiny Nord's .50 minigun.
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The Scottish team leader took into account the situation that had now made itself clear- the place was in full chaos, the infiltration team had run into some issues but they had done their job now she looked at the AA platforms more and more. Still, she had to get onto them, and knew with what Su-Cheong had just gotten herself into, a message did need to be sent.
@Theyra@VeyrinDay"Copy that, Dollface- Lasanga, get on lending her a hand. Comms went dark there, no idea what happened, but one of those helis must have been carrying a signal jammer. Glad to hear you're okay, just get yourself to safety. Scavenge what you can and regroup on the mountain, we'll survive down here. Jaguar, you're up- get yourself into that server room, attention should be off you so cloak your way in. We'll meet you there." Skye added, pushing herself through the container and cabin maze outside the large open hangar built into the rockface, laying in fire into another team on the top of a catwalk. She knew she'd seriously underplayed what Su-Cheong had gone through, but right now, they were all a bit tied up- and she was alive, and capable enough of keeping herself going, Skye reasoned. A debrief would come later, but saying that over the radio was going to get no friends and no trust back. She was able to control her team like that- be helpful when she needed to be, and be blunt at other times.
Still, she had places to be. And the bit that never got old for Skye, as she lept upwards, and with a solid push from the exo and the jump-jet, leaping onto the first level, and followed it again up onto the next catwalk group, aware the boosters would likely be strained under that pressure, but it would have plenty of time to cool and to calm itself down. A few soldiers up top were in cover when she cleared the safety barrier, skidding in, with barely any time to react onto that said catwalk, and she had no problems making an introduction.
"Morning, boys." The MG3 barked back, and the small fireteam were gone, as the Scot looked down, at the top level of the gantries and now in a position to see what was going on.
Laura had pushed into the large hangar also, the big girl the main point of attraction, taking a lot of rifle fire from the end of the hangar, the point at which the office began and the actual servers themselves were stored inside beyond the main staging point here. Moving slow but between a few more shipping containers, she had turned a lot more infantry into ash, not needing today to switch to her axe nor SMGs for the time being. That said, what sounded like the noise of an autocannon spooling up past her container made even the usually fearless heavy buckle towards cover, the noise of a CV90 IFV firing up and firing literally on her position, splintering metal everywhere from the container making a point of its own.
"Schiesse, nothing I can do about that!" Laura called out, knowing the mini-missiles wouldn't get the curve they needed, well, not from her position. She switched to one of her MP7s, one-handed wielding it at a group of infantry trying to get the slip on her, dirty fuckers they were probably distracted when they got round her rear. Cheeky, but Laura internally guessed it was always that fatal attraction of some bored soldiers...well, a good thought to have when not trying to get torn apart by a 40mm cannon.
In the meantime, the Scottish operative took cover on one of the gantries, plying down fire with the MG3 down into the lower levels. She took the MAAWS back into hand upon hearing Laura's call, and with a gentle move, picked it up. Right on top, she let loose and the round tore through the top of the IFV, blasting it apart quickly and heating up the cold hangar some more. With the team pushing in, Grey Wolf taking the lower level and Shimura the bottom, it was clear to see how fast they could move in on this. The element of Black Flag that existed here was far larger, but the team had effectively punched through so quickly that the rest of the company wouldn't be able to react in time. Get in fast, and whoever was left would want to run instead of fight.
"Sorted, Bertha. Queen to all jeavies, keeping clearing that floor and cover our rears. Lights, tell me you're all good- get yourselves regrouped and snipe anything that's left, or get yourself into position to shoot anyone else on the mountain- and Jaguar, tell me when you're in. Shimura, Grey Wolf, we have the office to clear."
From there, she moved across into what looked like another room, skidding into cover when another fireteam emerged, the troop getting the jump on her, a first for the day. No matter- Skye had the edge, sliding a V40 off the wall, before using her MG3 to suppress the area and then relocate, then pinning more unaccurate, yet effective fire to cut them back to size. It was quick, but enough to at least anchor up the top, aware that the teams below her were doing their jobs just as effectively. The CV90 being dead meant that the Heavies weren't at least as much under threat, but there were a lot of RPGs and various munitions being thrown at them, enough at least for Skye and the mediums to make their way through.
Leaping down took two phases- she had to use the MG3 to take down a few enemies beneath on the catwalk she was going to, aware that Grey Wolf hadn't gotten to those yet, still engaging across the various rooms on each side, while Skye had literally gone point to point, no stairs required. Skye then took that leap, clearing the barrier and using the exoskeleton's jump-jet and skeleton to take the impact, rolling it out as she did, before moving to the concrete floor itself, skidding off a container and onto the floor clumsily, but enough to keep her from hurting anything. It was a good opportunity, and a chance to be a rally point for Shimura and Grey Wolf, taking the chance to also reload her MG3 whilst in a position of cover by the rest of the team.
The next section for the mediums was an office area- at the back of the hangars, it seemed like a regular office, perhaps almost like a stationary department, but for well, a high-tech top-secret data facility that wanted to be out of sight. And no doubt crawling with more enemies, more likely than not well-trained ones too. Through there they could make it to the servers, and likely where Jaguar had already made it through to shore up anyone breaking in. The Heavies had the floor still, and everything outside to clear- and plenty more well-armed hostiles very aware of just what they were up against now.
@Gunther@BigPapaBelial"Be ready for anything. Remember, nobody wants those data drives destroyed, and we can't let them turn their guns inward. What's on it is not worth asking about, but it certainly has your maw's search history on it." The Scottish team lead called back to Shimura and Grey Wolf, Skye's fierce look truly one that seemed to command a certain respect to it, someone capable at being clear and calm under pressure, yet equally as lethal and as versatile as her team. A certain swagger, the exo still going as pacy as Skye could as she moved them through the next corridor and headed for that office block, deeper into the facility that may as well have been a dungeon at this point. Hell, this was ringing out a lot like one of the team's D&D games now, the more she thought about it...
Shimura would no doubt have the chance to get in close here, and Skye knew her and Grey Wolf could do the damage to the rest of the office, using grenades and smoke to filter out any of the more stubborn enemies too. The AA-12 now in hand over the MG3, Skye checked the next corner, and nodding to Grey Wolf and Shimura, got ready for the next, the elegant redhead holding her own as an member of the team on the frontline.
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