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Viktoryah smiled. Marcus seemed friendly at least, as did the rest of the Russians.... but the three americans she didn't know just kind of seemed like they would be rather be elsewhere. Swagger didn't seem to like anyone, as he growled, grumbled and groaned nearly every second. Adrian was okay, but he seemed a bit cold. But after his previous statement, it was clear that he had someone close to the heart at home. She would dismiss his cold nature for now. Hopefully he would warm up soon. She turned back to Adrian, looking at his weapon. It was MASSIVE! As spacious as the BTR was, he must've had to hold it at an angle to keep it from hitting the roof. He began to talk about it, and after he was done with his speech, she nodded. "I have heard many things about 20mm anti-matieriel weapons. A man once told me that he saw it punch through vehicle's front end, and literally punch the engine out of the side of the vehicle. The entire engine block was destroyed...." She said. Imagining such power behind balistics was beyond frightening. You could be dead before you know it....

"I am sorry to be the steriotypical russian," She started. "But I am preferable to all of the Auto-Kalashnikov familiy. They are reliable beyond compare. My father always talked about "M-Shitsteens". I am sure that he refers to the M-16 family. The M16A4 is not a bad gun by any means... but it is not as rugged as the AK-74, or any of it's counterparts." She said, looking back down to the floor of the BTR.


Suddenly, their APC came to a stop. And it was only a short time before the sound of the BTR's gun was roaring to life. They were at their destination....Haerbin. Small arms fire could be heard plinking against the ground below them, and bouncing off the armor plating of the BTR. The russian next to the open hatch smirked, and nodded to the rest of them. "This is our stop! Let us give them hell, and we shall have VODKA TONGIIIIGHT!" He said, earning an "Urah" from the russians in the BTR, including Vikky. As they piled out, they went over what they had been told. The russian in front opened the hatches, looking back to the group. "Remember: Callsign, Iron, Response-call, Tiger!" He said, turning to step out of the BTR.

As the soldiers began to get up and pile out, Viktoryah looked to her comrades, and muttered something, just loud enough to be heard over the commotion.
"Удачи."

She too, piled out of the BTR-80, and stood up with a mild, quick strech, looking around. The four or five BTRs around them also had troops pouring out of them. The BTRs seemed to had suppressed most of the street fire. She moved away, still using the BTR as cover, before running to the corner of a building, slamming her back against the wall with a grunt. She waited untill the rest of her squad reach her, before anything else....