time: 02:39:21

Seeing the spirit vanish after her spell, Tatjana returns to her body and leaves astral space behind for the time being.

<< @Team [Nova] Spirit is taken care of. What's up with the front gate crew? Why are they coming inside? Are they part of this? >>

<< @Team [Hammer] Working on it Tatjana, try and hold off the lethal on muy amigos, til we have dealt with these other Unknowns, TP You have eyes on the heavy ordnance Ese ? no more Rockets Comprender ? ! >>

time: 02:39:21

What the frag's going on?
Brian has barely had time to train his rifle at the SUV approaching when he hears Crispy's machine gun fire. Tense as he is, he barely can keep his index finger from twitching.
Why'd he shoot? And why's that SUV just lumbering on?
These question become moot as a rocket headed for the inner guard tower streaks over his head, luckily overshooting its target.

Drek has officially hit the fan. Can't see a damn thing with that truck in the way.

Leaving Khote and Hammer to deal with the SUV, he runs around the car he took cover behind, trying to get an angle on the one who fired the rocket.
Scanning the area for attackers, he glimpses someone behind the truck and sends two ronds in his direction.

Don't shoot while running, just a waste of bullets.



Frag! Talk about being outnumbered.



<< @Team [TP] Moving; can't see 'em yet. Roger that, no more rockets.>>

time: 02:39:24

There are times, not often, but with alarming regularity of late, that Hammer re-considers his choice to lead a team rather than just be "one of the Amigos".
Snapping off the latest Comm chatter :
<<@Team {Hammer} : ... Clearance for weapons Hot .. comprender? >>
reminds him to add another chalk mark to the list of occurences!

He averts his eyes for a moment as a flurry of bullets erupts from the tower and Crispy's weaponry in an explosion of fully automatic fire and showers off the SUV, sending sparks and paint flecks dancing in all directions. a line of smoke and fire streaks from across the yard and strikes the tower behind them, sending masonry and glass tinkling to the ground

Hammer puts his eye back to the rifle sights and the range finder in AR reads off the closing distance while he takes careful aim
"Range 141 metres, wind speed is nominal, trajectory confirmed .... disengage safety? ... confirmed... fire when ready... Range is now 135 metres...."

Strategies and tactical data swirl around his mind as he decides the best course of action now, maintaining team safety is paramount but also keeping the integrity of the base security and also minimising casualties to the civilian forces <Damn you Morales ! .. you had better be legítimo>

"Range 126 metres, wind speed is nominal, Vehicle sub assembly FORWARD WHEEL ASSY is targetted ..... firing solution programmed.."

"bien mis amigos, GET SOME!!" He lets rip at the SUV with two short bursts, the driver takes no attempt at evasion and the damage is immediately apparent,
To the Left Khote is also taking a bead on the vehicle, to the right Brian has flanked the remainder of the enemy contingent and is giving fire from cover

The training has paid dividends so far, they are a hell of a tight unit...