FourtyTwo

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Andrew kept carrying him, Konstantin out cold but still a liability, as he checked his corners with the G17. Coming round the corner, he heard screeching, as Nolan skidded behind, Andrew quickly turned, and smirked, already aware of what had to be done.
"Nice." Andrew said, a simple reply as he opened the back door wider, throwing him in, before throwing himself in quickly by Konstantin
"Go!" He yelled simply again, not having the time for words, as he sat up, aware that this piece of shit would get them out of here. Coming round the corner, away from the burning wrecks of the two vehicles, he looked at Konstantin. He was knocked the fuck out, he wasn't going to be in the world of the living for a while. Pulling out his paracord, he wrapped it around his hands, before cutting a large section with his knife and tying his legs together. As they carried on, Andrew checked his Mk18, aware that they were getting out of here. He detached the silencer, and looked over at Konstantin, aware that they were practically done, or so he thought until he was halfway through his next sentence when he looked behind.
"Thanks man. This scumbag we'll have fun with- we need to get to the car park, our Land Cruiser's there to transfer to. Wait, fuck...floor it, don't worry about what's behind you." Andrew said, slower towards the end, as he peered out the rear window, looking at at least two more SUVs, unarmored but they weren't fucking around. Loading a tracer mag into the Mk18, he smashed the side window with the CTR Carbine stock on his Mk18, aware that this was a shit car anyway, and was probably easier than a jammed window. Peeking out, he saw the man in the passenger seat of the first SUV load an Uzi, and spray towards them, as Andrew prayed that Nolan had paid good attention on his Advanced Driving Course. They were going straight for the middle of Dushanbe, and the town was practically a maze in parts.
"Fuckers.." Andrew muttered, as Andrew peeked out, spraying a set of rounds towards the first SUV, as they jerked violently around a corner, Andrew held on with his hand on the side, firing on as Uzi rounds sprayed back and hit the rear window.
"They fucking know we have him, but they're still shooting. Either he knows a lot or he's just as expendable as we are.." Andrew yelled, firing on as he wasted the mag on shots to the front, keeping Konstantin down and himself as he threw a new mag in. They tore through the town, passing through the busy Old City and the corners were unforgiving, even for this Soviet-era place. Andrew popped out again, the window smashing as he got his head down, and aimed through that instead, a moment of concentration giving him the chance to cap the passenger of the SUV, before then spraying the driver as he tried to come too close, almost hitting the car but instead, stopping them dead in their tracks.
"Just don't look behind Nolan, seriously." Andrew added hastily, watching as the other SUV sweeped past, the man armed with an AKM of some sort. Andrew swore loudly with the word that sounded similar to runt, reloading himself as he heard 7.62mm shots now blaze past, as they wove through traffic. The SUV came in close, and almost was side by side for a moment, as it got the jump on the car, almost coming in to hit them. Andrew knew that Nolan would have his M9 by his side, but he had to do whatever he could himself right here, right now. Shooting thick and thin, before the SUV driver came in for a PIT maneuver, Andrew shot the driver clean in the head, the whole thing turning too early and almost completely tipping over, as it turned too much on the driver's dead body, flipping twice as it came to a shuddering halt. AK man was dead, but they were alive. Just.
"Nice driving Nolan, fucking A. Just keep going, we need to weave through traffic and get to the car park. We'll have fun with Konstantin at some point before we get him to the CIA drop, we'll go somewhere where the fucking sun don't even shine here, don't you worry." Andrew said, as Nolan drove on, now the only aim to get out of Dushanbe in a different vehicle with this Russian alive and ready for a roasting.

(The scenario's going to end soon- I've just started a small scene with Natalie and Victor, simply detailing them in the aftermath and setting up their operation- though that won't begin straight away.)

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Somewhere near Perth, Australia
PMC Base

Natalie sat inside the armory, aware that this was Natalie's and Victor's alone. Their suits were on seperate sides of the room, and what was enough heavy weaponry to level a city was here. Natalie's M134, a GAU-19 .50 cal minigun that Natalie was working on getting light enough with a specialized mount and recoil reduction system, with a M2HB, Victor's XM307, along with a H&K GMG and a Mk19. Natalie had a giant pair of flamethrowers on a mount- with their tanks armored up and pretty hard to hit. It took a hit to the regulator to really spark that up, but they had enough flames to last almost sixty seconds worth of fire, with two nozzles accurate to almost 100m. A GM6 Lynx was on the table- Natalie's rifle for some more extreme range, and other kit was also scattered here- their Tactical Suits, for stealth work that required a bit of protection, while Natalie's wingsuit also hung on a hangar. She looked over, hearing the door open, aware that her Mohican Fiance was coming along. She wore little, like she usually did out here- she wanted to keep her tan on, and from behind, you could see her Spetsnaz tattoo on her right shoulder, as well as a cracking rear. She let him sneak up, just waiting to speak.
"Hey...Come over here, shut the door behind. It's the quietest place on the base, we really need to talk. I feel like a fucking parsnip, I tell you. Considering we got let out yesterday and flew out straight away without setting off too many metal detectors, I call that a job well done. But you know that we didn't stop it Victor. I'd have fucking died right there and then if I could save a couple more souls, they didn't deserve it Victor." Natalie said, sitting down, her boob-crushing bra at least keeping her a little restrictive, her skin going from it's pale to far more colored even in the short time she had been on base. She had just gone from her shirt and trousers to something a little looser in the last half hour, as the heat really came on.
"What the fuck can we do now...I hear there's an op soon, I haven't suited up for a while, and believe me, when that GAU-19 is ready, I'll have to bring it along to see what terrorist head looks like with .50 cal rounds. Plus the guys that made your suit said to the company that they might do another, for a specific female operator. A few modifications here and there, though I'm yet to pitch everything I want in on that specific model. Won't look the same as that, might be a more "me" twist to it, you know? Not as robotic, a bit more fluid." Natalie said, watching as Victor came along, to sit by her.
"Listen...you know that warpaint you have? That blue and red...well, since you're the authority here on that stuff, are you okay I use a little? Just to see what it's like?" Natalie said, cuddling up close, rubbing her leg against his as she knew she was just teasing him. Perhaps it was a tribal thing, a thing that only members could wear, but she just wanted to see what it would look like.

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

Tyrant watched on, a smirk on his face as he watched all hell break loose ahead, and Viking fly on over, taking out another nest of British soldiers.
"Whatever is there is either sunk or going to be bombed anyway, I'll call some rounds later for that purpose. then we can hunker it down." Tyrant added, giving some heavy fire on the gate of the harbor, as he moved forward, aware that it was a very open and exposed area. Moving through, the titanium and steel modern-day Gothic Knight of Aryan blood perhaps bringing the cutting edge, the most advanced piece of tech along with his colleague to the front line. This, was warfare's edge, that could trigger a new era, a new age, a new way of thinking. Tyrant thought of what he was before. A Major, a high-ranking Waffen-SS officer, and he held good regard. He did things that others could not, and it was why he was here. Doing this, in charge of this group. He was now a ironclad impersonation of death himself, Death's Head incarnate in seven feet of protective stuff with a 40 millimeter weapon. And Viking was no different- he could fly, to an extent. He was faster, harder to target, and still had some bullet protection from rifles and Stens. He was everywhere inbetween the blink of an eye sometimes, and Tyrant knew that it was this, not companies, that won fights.
"If you want a shooting position, you've always got my back to jump on my friend. Shouldn't be too hard if you want some mobile cover across this place- we'll sweep that warehouse then clean the last of them out on the harbor by that bombed ship. Then the Panzers can come and help us secure the position- we've cleared all the AT guns, there could be a few left on the rooftops of this place, as well as a few Bofors. Have a look for yourself."
Moving past the gate, he quickly moved through towards a warehouse, completely obliterating the front as he saw British troops fire, a PIAT whizzing past him as he impacted almost a few meters from Tyrant's suit, sending a hell of a noise off inside. He was knocked off his stance forwards, but recovered and laced the area with fire, arcing his HEDP rounds onto the balconies and inside, as he kept moving, the armored and wide feet coming down loud as he hustled forwards.

Task Force Hephaestus

Posted- and we brought not one, but two explosions to the party. There's hopefully going to be a third, just because I think I've never RP'd a Submarine getting blown the fuck up.

Task Force Hephaestus

(Cheers for bearing with- the documents Athena's going to find I don't want revealed, because of important shit I want to develop on later that you'll like the sound of.)
(Also, Skythion, I may have GodModded a bit here, hope you don't mind- I think I got carried away with it.)

A man sat up in his desk, looking at the laptop. He was at Langley too- but differently enough, he was watching through a screen. A hugely magnified image was on his computer's screen, as he shifted his fingers on the joystick, taking the drone into a smooth fly-past pattern. It was high, 40,000ft up above the area of operations. The Greyhawk's AGMs were Anti-Personnel, with specialized Area of Effect airburst rounds- they would tear apart anything that was there. Bombs were a little too destructive and better for a leveling of the camp- they just needed to kill the people inside, and the operator knew what was coming would hit hard. Adjusting the thermal, he saw a thin white line poke out of a tree, right at the camp. It was just what the AGM needed- the faintest thermal signature was enough. The man adjusted his headset, quickly activating the weapons system on his specialized keyboard.
"This is Spartan, how copy?" Spartan said, awaiting a reply. When he got one, he kept observing the camp itself, aware that there were a lot of bodies on patrol. The camp seemed to be just one guard tower, and a lot of tents, with a hastily assembled briefing area under a camoflaged tarp.
"I copy your last Athena, got your lase. Fire will take thirty seconds, rapid shots- it should wipe the camp out, you'll need to keep at your position, or the airburst will tear you to pieces. Standby- Huscarl, shots are coming in." Spartan added, the drone turning a little as he adjusted the camera, readying his finger. He quickly sent four of the AGMs off the rails, right on top of each other almost in a spread of the area.
"Munitions deployed, recommend you keep your head down, you can stop lasing now. Enjoy the fireworks, get that sonofabitch after it hits. It isn't going to be pretty..." Spartan added, watching on as he saw the timer by the camera's reticule count down, the seconds pacing away.

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"Copy that, Spartan. We'll await splash." Huscarl said, looking back to Mischief.
"They can't be rearming and repairing here, there aren't even any docks in Altis capable of that- it's a stopoff for this guy, or at least some sort of secure transport for him and his documents. But we need to make some damage..fuck, we'll have to go in. Only real shot, plus I think that AGM strike will make a mess of that place. Alright, get the RPG ready, aim for the truck. I'm going to make a run for it, down the trees, I'll deal with the CSAT naval guys from a different position. It's the best shot we really have without getting torn apart right now. Fire that shit when the AGM hits, I'll be in a good position to probably take them. One mag and the GL will cut it, then we're in for some extreme CQC." Huscarl said, looking over, as he just knew he had to rely on the anarchy here to get what they needed to be done.
"I really enjoy this line of work, so I ain't planning on getting my ass killed. Good luck, Mischief. " Huscarl said back to him, as he knew that what he was doing was perhaps, a little risky. But sometimes, risk had a lot of reward, and in Huscarl's mind, the way that it felt weighted was good. Moving down, he headed along the coastline but within the forest, guessing that most CSAT patrols hadn't really ventured out anymore towards this side of the island. Since they had basically depopulated about a quarter of the garrison here without too much noise, Huscarl knew that the rest wasn't going to be any easier, though the AGM helped a lot.

Moving down, he guessed seconds were left. He dived down into cover, panting hard from his sprint, as he watched the men. Suddenly, all hell broke loose, as Athena's team were probably the first to see it. The small clearing with the house and fairly small camp was annihilated, as the first missile detonated about 5m above, the smart airburst shattering shrapnel over a heavily concentrated and insular part. The bang was phenomenal, with a orange hot explosion just above the camp sending out a wave of lethal metal bits, cutting the men in the tents and around to pieces. The second hit the house, a direct munition, and sent the thing straight down, with material and hot shrapnel following, the third and fourth airbursting above the compound and finishing the job. Men screamed, a significant minority injured and downed, a lot killed and only a handful of people somehow alive from being just behind a sandbag of some sort when the first one hit. The bangs were loud, and all shit began, as the Navy men looked over towards it, clustering almost. The splash killed Sickle, or Masood pretty quickly, the CSAT Major torn apart but recognizable inside the camp.

Very bad move, Huscarl thought to himself, as he knew Athena and her team would be going in quickly, and finding Sickle and his documents. And for him, fire was all was needed. He didn't know if Mischief had let loose with his RPG-7, or if that first silenced kick from his SCAR had come first, but none the less, things on the small concrete pier had broken loose. One man took a bullet into the eye, as Huscarl carried on firing from his comfortable prone position, shooting two more before adjusting to his EGLM and firing a single 40mm round. The men were badly armed with Katiba Carbines that didn't even have sights, and they had no body armor or even helmets. Just Naval uniforms, and it showed why they were getting pounded. The 40mm detonated and took another two, as Huscarl fired on another man, quickly dropping him.
"Mischief, let's fucking hustle mate! That was one fucking boom, to say the least- get a new mag in, stick close!" Huscarl said, aware that Mischief was aware of his position, as he himself stood and took out another man moving from the camp towards the pier, quickly disabling him. Moving along the edge, they were within 100m of the pier, and they had little to no resistance. His breath was just about back, as he checked his mag, reloading he SCAR-H with a fresh 7.62mm magazine, as he kept the weapon heightened, moving with a combat pace that favoured speed over preparedness, for the time being at least.

The assault felt like was truly underway to the half-Icelandic, half Scots soldier, his boots hitting the sandy/clayish land below him, aware that he was giving the Czech member of the team time to catch up. All hell had let loose- shots could be heard across the tiny island, with the airburst and the RPG shot ringing in Huscarl's ears. Moving to a tree, he covered Mischief to move up, hoping he'd return the favor as he himself moved past the burning wreck of the Zamak, looking for bodies that held rifles and still looked alive. The dock was strewn with a few containers that covered the approach from the land, so at least that made for cover from fire from the camp, for the moment at least. They were seriously not expecting this, Huscarl said to himself mentally, as he looked over at Mischief. Crouching by a container, he peeked around, seeing about three personel make their way. Huscarl took two out, with one getting one to the head and the other multiple in the torso, quickly knocking them both to the ground in a short time, as he strictly reloaded the weapon as he would, before moving out.
"Athena, once you have those documents from his command post or his dead body, get out. We've got three minutes before the AAF have half a fucking platoon on this island, you need to get the RHIB and get it in the water. We'll keep you posted on what's going down from that, just fight like nothing." Huscarl said, looking over at Mischief, with a certain warface on.
"Like I said, I've never done this before..but if we're going to do this, we'll do it properly. Make sure it isn't seaworthy in any way, take out the engine and fuck, even the weapons room if we have time to breach the hull with that ordinance. That may be pushing it, but I can't imagine taking the propeller out being the only thing we can do to keep it static. I've got five kilos worth of explosive, might as well loosen my pack on this run." Huscarl added, moving up, as he saw the sub's hatch open up and a CSAT Navy man pop up. Huscarl barely got the shot on, but knew he wasn't going to be going anywhere, as he knew it was their shot, as he kept his combat pacing up. Crossing the gangplank, he was no longer on a concrete platform, but on the metal grey of a Iranian-bought Russian submarine, and it felt like it.

Task Force Hephaestus

Reckon you can throw one up soon? I will bring the boom on my next post.

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

Time slowly came back, the dusty and war-ridden buildings of Alexandria back into Tyrant's view, as he rounded the alley, aware that he had his Norwegian friend surging above, the giant coming round the corner- riddled with bullets yet still operational. The man inside knew full well there was still a fight to finish, and they had their job in securing Alexandria.
"Holy shit, this is a real nut to crack. We're almost at the harbor- they sunk a British naval ship there, but expect heavy resistance." Tyrant said, the man inside the seven foot armor sweeping his route, as he quickly took out a large cluster of British infantry firing from a rooftop. The 40mm HE rounds almost tore the small building apart, as Tyrant led the way down the street, taking fire from any and almost every angle at his frontal 90 degrees. Perfect- since Viking was bounding across the rooftops and basically having easy targets to shoot.
"Victoria, how's the situation? Me and Viking are almost to the harbor, how copy?"
"I understand you Tyrant, good to hear. There could be some artillery in your area.." Victoria, the 505th's voice on the other end said, as almost in that moment, with perfect timing, a whole set of artillery tore apart the area in front of Tyrant, even himself knocking back as the large figure held back for a moment, the artillery coming in as quick as it finished. The 75mm fire had brought some buildings apart, but it was mostly superficial, since it had struck an area they had cleared already.
"Yeah, tell them that me and Viking have this under control- I understand the lads on the guns want to blow shit up, but preferably not me. We'll feed back once we have the harbor secured- there's hives of them dotted here, but they didn't expect us, I can tell." Tyrant said, looking to Viking as he moved fluidly from position to position, the orange haze from his thruster pack giving him the edge from roof to roof, across crevasses of streets that would never be possible with feet. Tyrant sent a volley of fire towards a harassing MG position, blowing the British infantry apart, a little too directly to Tyrant's liking but none the less, getting the job done. The large black armored figure kept going, aware that bullets weren't going to cut it today. He had already had too close an encounter with a tank, and that, he didn't want to have again. Tyrant kept his pace, aware that they were coming close now.

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

Aaand it's back.

Task Force Hephaestus

Thanks for the heads up- there's a bit involving him in this RP, though now I know that, I think I can squeeze a lot out of his character before that happens. That helicopter crew you were working on will probably just about be used before that too, hopefully.

Anyone to post? I may get to recruiting people, just to make up one or two people in this RP and bring it back up to full strength after the end of the Prologue.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

(Sorry I haven't posted in ages- I haven't been exactly able to think straight lately, what with me getting a new job and doing some revision and all. This one is a biggie- so I wanted to really make it worth it. If it went a tad too quick, my bad- I know you like RPing fluidly, so Nolan's end can still be played really well in this part.)

"Well...for now at least. But when the mines go up, we'll be able to really light the fuckers up. I'll head down then." Andrew said, moving across the rooftop, as he made his way towards a ventilation shaft, and quickly withdrew his bag. He checked his harness, and quickly rigged up the rappel line, throwing it down before quickly putting it through his belay. He'd make a forward decent- it was quicker for now, and he was fully aware that while it wasn't exactly as controlled, it got the job done. Checking it, he stepped off the edge, heading down the side of the factory, as he was down in almost seconds, quickly in a position on the floor in the miserable and desolate industrial area. Running across towards the road, he pulled the two smallish mines out off his plate carrier, throwing them into a puddle where they'd be out of sight, but would still be fully functional, activating them. They could easily pierce through 40mm of solid metal- the little mines had a serious punch, and would annialate whatever was coming. The second mine was further down the road, and intended for another vehicle in the convoy- Andrew planned to detonate the first to disable the lead vehicle, stopping the convoy dead in it's tracks and giving Nolan the opportunity to shoot the target. If not, the second mine was a failsafe- if there was a third vehicle and it was in the right place, that was going to go up, but if the target car was on top of it, he'd hold off. Konstantin was a worthy shot- getting him would perhaps get some more intel, and Andrew knew that it had to be the case.

Running back, Andrew knew he'd have to go up loosely, using a method of using the rope as a support. Reverse absailing, but it was a little tricker- he had to physically use the rope to climb. It seemed easy when you have no weight, but when there was a whole set of gear on you, and the rope was at best, not that thick, getting up was a pain. None the less, Andrew winced upwards, using his gloved hands and legs to progressively get up, feeling out of breath as he reached the top of the rope, clambering over and quickly shifting behind a ventilation shaft.
"Mines are down. Now we wait. If you have a thermos up there, I envy the fuck out of you. You know the drill."

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Three Hours Later
0600 Hours

The waiting was about to end. Andrew sat up, looking at the Mk18 in his hands, and the belay device from his harness, aware that he'd have to be lightening down there. The chaos and confusion was something he'd profit on, and he knew that Nolan would join him in that.
"Fuck, I already hear them. How's it looking from your crow's nest?" Andrew asked, aware that they'd be just coming over the hill, and into the industrial park. Andrew got up, barely able to peek an eye on the convoy, keeping himself close to the vent, aware that it at least blocked the sightline. He saw the car in the middle, the Chevy that looked a little non-standard. It sat lower, it was probably armored up a little. But it was no MBT, it was just an SUV that had been reinforced against some small arms fire. The car at the front was just another SUV, though it rode a lot higher- it wasn't by any means armored, it was loose. Checking the detonator, the first click would get the first mine, the front, and the second the one at the back. Another vehicle, a lorry of some sorts, followed behind, and Andrew knew that if it had any munitions or weapons inside, that it could easily get very messy- though Andrew guessed that it wouldn't compromise or change the parameters.
"Target is about 800m now. Fire on driver of second vehicle- I have solid confirmation that our fuckers are in this convoy. Ahmed is right behind the driver, could collateral it here." Andrew simply said, checking his weapon, and the detonator. The first vehicle was approaching the mine, and Nolan would shoot at any second...Andrew knew it was now or nothing. He couldn't tell if Nolan had shot the weapon, despite how loud and how obvious it was, but he could tell that the vehicle at the front was going to get some pain when he pulled the clacker. The mine ruptured entirely, the underside of the first vehicle almost completely torn apart as the vehicle was sent almost 10ft into the air, completely destroyed and onto it's roof, flattened like a pancake. Looking on, he saw the second vehicle, dead in it's movement, and knew that if Nolan hadn't of shot, this was it.

Looking on, the seconds feeling like hours, Andrew watched the truck at the rear stop. And somehow, he didn't know what to feel, as it pulled literally on top of the second mine. Pulling it again, Andrew hoped this one wouldn't be too loud. The convoy was only 50m from him, and that put into scale how large this factory complex was in areas, if Nolan was 600m out on his perch. But when Andrew made that action, all hell unraveled. The rear of the truck made a huge bang, the entire container ripping apart as it almost choked the gap between the factory and another warehouse with flame and fire, Andrew coughing as he knew he had to move. It had been laden with explosives- he had no idea if the target had even survived that, or if anything was left. The area was full of dirt and dust, Andrew spitting as he ran to his Rappel rope, quickly threading the rope through as he dived down, kicking against a window and partially cracking it as he stopped halfway still on the side of the building, seeing a man sweep the area below him. Reading his Mk18, he shot a three round burst into the man, quickly taking him down, as he himself continued down the side of the factory, coming down hard but safe.
"Nolan, don't ask, but if it moves and doesn't look like me, ventilate it. If Konstantin's alive, I'll get his sorry ass back to the RV where our vehicle is, and if not, then you get running brother." Andrew said, moving with a fast pace, as he moved to cover by the flaming first vehicle, sliding on the tarmac behind it, feeling the heat really kick against his bare eyes. Moving around the side, he shot another man that got out from the rear of the SUV, a bodyguard probably. Getting up, Andrew moved up, moving slowly and surely, yelling loudly.
"Get on the fucking floor! Get the fuck out of the car, now!"

He moved up, knowing that Nolan was watching this anarchy unfold. The second vehicle had several very, very large 12.7mm rounds in it, from a certain sniper, and the New Zealander on the ground wanted this fucker that was still in the back. Ahmed was long dead- and Andrew knew that the guards in the SUV, that had been sitting in the back, were trying to deal with the threat. Andrew opened the door slightly and shot into the legwell blindly, Konstantin yelling in agony as he shot at the window, then suddenly realizing in total futility that the windows were armored up, and Andrew had already shot him in the foot through the slightly opened hinge- which brought him to pass out. The flames were still kicking up from the truck behind, and Andrew knew that the smoke was fucking Nolan's shot, as he quickly double tapped Konstantin, with a rifle butt to the head to keep him out cold, before pulling the MP443 from his hands.
"Okay Nolan, I got our guy, unconscious but not exactly . Going to make the search for intel, start the clock on reinforcements. Get down from that place, get to the car and bring it to the warehouse. I'll carry this sorry ass over there." Andrew added, looking over at Ahmed, or Fletcher, aware he had been ventilated well and proper. Looking over at his body, Andrew almost was sick at the size of the wound, as he searched his coat for intel. Pulling a set of documents out, he headed around to the front, opening the driver's door and pulling the first man out. Checking the glovebox, he found a goldmine- about three dossiers, and from the surface, they looked important., Taking them, he stashed them in his assault pack, before quickly moving back to Konstantin.
"Haha, fucking goldmine here Nolan. Meet you there in three, I got to now haul this sonofabitch." He said, unstrapping his seatbelt before barely dragging him out of the car and onto his shoulder, doing a fireman's lift, as he carried him out, and towards where Andrew knew that Nolan would be waiting in the car. He kept his G17 handy in case anything went sour, as he kept moving, Konstantin a burden but something he could deal with, as he went through the abandoned factory to their Rendezvous.

(This was just about to be posted when the guild went down, but then the aformentioned happened. This scenario will be wrapped up very soonish, though you can make a lengthy post if you'd like on your end too.)

Task Force Hephaestus

Nope, he went for some reason- not entirely sure why, but that character of his can be used as an NPC.