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If the gunfire from the bunker, a combined team of nearly ten operatives and the brutality between them hadn't been loud enough the sky screamed from the beating propellers of a machine. The Osprey banked and slowed itself as it overshot the area to descend; dropping from the sky Whitesword could have hardly realized what it was, Chotsky and his squad would only see the bulk of the VTOL as it descended and Basya only watched as it came to a rest above their position deep within the woods. The silhouette of the massive mechanical bird threw a long shadow across the battlefield that would have soon been their graves. Across the radio spectrum, a hissing screech blarred through all communication facets, jamming on a massive scacle of some sort.

"One ... two ... three." A whailing screech overpowered a voice and tore the sky apart with fire. A 30 millimeter cannon tore apart the canopy of the forestland and smashed into the ground above. The first target, a mount of natural snow that provided cover. Whitesword had seen one or two soldiers rush for that area. The location ripped by the harsh impacts of the cannon rounds. The Osprey waited no time for aiming for the tank, and a hail of cannon fire began to descend on the top of the tank; it quickly buckled and detonated from the brutal fire. The Osprey pivoted one last time as smoke oozed fromt the burning tank and leveled its wings with the rear area of the bunker and it. A whail sounded as the rockets were launched from impromptu hardpoint rails and collided with the bunker, detonating into a flowering explosion from the impact of a 75 millimeter rocket. The ground behind it was saturated in the artillery as well, bright flares igniting the entire forest side as it was bathed in fire before Whitesword and the rest of the Frighteners.



"Lightin' the way like the poet," The radio mentioned silently before the jamming lifted, and the Osprey loomed quietly , giving the rest of them a time to mobilize. The swath of land that was destroyed by the rocket run was annilihated to the stumps of trees. Whitesword pointed forward, directing everyone behind him toward the location.
"Basya, redirect! We've got an LZ! Everyone, move forward and secure LZ!"" He shouted, quickly stepping to his feet and gripping his weapon as he began his descent from their slight hillside and toward the bunker, ready to murder anything between them.



Chotsky, quick to witness the utter destruction and sudden absolution from utter doom, shouted at the display of firepower. He hefted his G36 carbine and issued his squad forward into the fight along with Whitesword, being the only squad actually in combat the offensive operations were up to them. They would need to seize that LZ and keep it so both the Mi-8 and Basya could rendezvous without getting a bullet in the side. Josef heard Psycho shout something about the damnation and its relation to their Asian heritage.
"Send them to whatever silly gods they believe in!" Chotsky shouted as he neared the far left flank of Whitesword, waving his shoulder to the rest of the squad to follow, and quickly.
"Get your sorry asses over here, and kill anything you see!" Josef shouted.



Basya hefted the wounded woman on his shoulder as delicately as posible, on one hand he couldn't avoid being a tad painful at times, yet it would have resulted in probably more fatalities. That said, Basya quickly redirected himself toward the destroyed bunker zone in front of him, and with both Whitesword and Chotsky they would have moved quickly and secured it for the rest of them. Talisman, Fox, Staff Sergeant and of course Lightning.
"We're almost there -- Bandaid Flight you have a clear LZ at the rocket strike area, move in now!" Basya shouted as he came into the zone of light through the tree line, glancing upward and seeing the massive bird above.
"You are clear! Get in here now!"



Stonewall shouted as he watched Basya step into the light, the Colonel having to redirect the aim of his carbine. A Technical Sergeant shouted in the back ground, the SAM's had responded from the jamming, which had disoriented them for enough time to get in here; it was only luck the medivac helicopter had joined the Osprey on its run. Now, however, it needed to get out. It could only do that one way, Stonewall tossed the carbine onto the ground and pointed toward the Technical Sergeant.
"You know the drill, hit the signal and get us out of here. I want us painted like one big target." The Colonel said as the crew of the aircraft quickly began to work. A signal would enter the radio waves, designating the Osprey and its location so loudly it blotted out most other contacts. Then it began to move, with its nacelles tranfsered into a forward position, and behavedd light a much sleeker piston craft. The Osprey struck off for a far flank, continuing to accelerate even as missiles zoomed into the sky behind and in front of it.
"Bandaid you have your LZ. Get 'em out of here!"