Imran regarda Yumiko et Bjorn, qui avaient débarqué à leur tour, lui-même prouvant que le feu de LMG se déroulait alors qu'il se déplaçait sur une barrière métallique, le soldat sikh se déplaçant avec un rythme alors qu'il gardait le feu. Svetlana s'est emparée de son chemin, se déplaçant déjà alors qu'elle continuait à tirer sur GMG, détruisant une paire de VUS qui ont glissé dans la zone, les envoyant alors qu'elle regardait Bjorn fusil à terre un ensemble d'ennemis, mulilant htem en morceaux. Puis il s'est cassé. Svetlana l'avait vu avant... il avait perdu la tête, il ne se sentait pas assez puissant. Elle s'est même sentie effrayée, alors qu'elle le regardait se dérouler. Elle l'a vu aller de l'avant, se déplaçant beaucoup plus vite puisque la hache nordique géante dans sa main ressemblait plus à un club qu'à une waraxe aiguisée, en raison de sa taille. Mais pour Bjorn, ce n'était qu'un appareil de coupe normal.
"Bjorn, je te couvre! N'exposez pas votre sac à dos à l'arrière, sinon vous irez boom s'ils s'y mettent au feu!" Svetlana a dit, comme elle a pulvérisé le feu GMG, en regardant Imran et Yumiko.
"Déplacez-vous, vous deux, je vais faire face à la situation ici! Il y a des inondations maintenant!" Svetlana a dit, sentant la sueur monter sur son corps malgré la peau complète du système de refroidissement, au milieu de la forêt tropicale un endroit chaud et inébranlable néanmoins. Elle a regardé un homme qui s'était chargé hors de sa couverture, armé d'un RPG, et l'a tiré, Svetlana plongeant sur son dos alors qu'il volait à peine, et elle a souri, regardant comme il volait et elle s'est remise en route. Elle a laissé le GMG se détacher à ses côtés, alors qu'elle sortait sa machette surdimensionnée, semblable à sa hache, mais peut-être... une lame de sharper. Elle n'en est tout simplement pas venue à bout, elle lui a tout gâché, et a sauté hors du chemin, même avec l'équipement relativement léger par rapport à Svetlana. Parce que même si elle avait ce niveau d'équipement et qu'elle avait cette taille, elle n'était pas à l'aise avec des choses comme ça. La machette a pratiquement traversé la moitié du visage de l'homme, tandis qu'elle se faufilait sous son casque, se déplaçant rapidement pour récupérer la machette, alors qu'elle était sous le feu. Il y avait du matériel dessus, mais il serait propre, elle se rappelait, comme elle soulevait le GMG, et maintenait un peu plus de feu, prenant une tour de mitrailleuse et une paire de techniques, pulvérisant 40mm rond comme il pleuvait.
Pour Imran cependant, c'était effrayant comme l'enfer. Regarder Svetlana prendre des coups de sniper d'un des toits de l'installation principale était un peu effrayant, mais il savait qu'elle avait ce contrôle, l'armure noire mat faisant fine- et Bjorn, faisant son truc sanguinaire, fou, prenait à peu près autant de feu. Pour eux, cependant, ce n'était rien - ils étaient lourds, et il les a juste pingés, et d'une certaine façon, Imran savait que c'était leur chose.
"Yumiko, couvre notre arrière de tout- Bjorn, Svetlana, continue de gérer tous les contacts ici. Je vais aller vérifier si la merde est sécurisée." Imran a dit, déjà tirant son M32 comme couvrant le feu pour le membre japonais de l'escouade, courant rapidement alors qu'il se déplaçait de couverture en couverture, son exosquelette lui donnant cette vitesse et l'élan supplémentaires pour pratiquement glisser dans le bâtiment. Il a regardé comme le bruit du
Le couloir avait quelques contacts, et bien qu'un M32 fût un peu encombrant pour les intérieurs, il le contrôlait. Il a pulvérisé les rounds vers le bas, les six rounds détonant au bout du couloir et enlevant une petite escouade, alors qu'ils étaient éparpillés par les rounds, Imran glisse à nouveau le M32 sur son dos en passant par le Mk48, se déplaçant lentement et visant les vues de fer chaque fois qu'il le pouvait, pour balayer ses secteurs et le couloir en béton. Il en a fait un avec un seul tour qui courait au coin de la rue, alors qu'il était renvoyé.
"Ok Antoine, je pense que vos mines peuvent être bonnes pour être explosées maintenant- avant que quelqu'un saute dans tout ce qu'ils ont. Je vais m'occuper du reste de cette zone au-dessus du sol... descendre et voir ce qu'il y a d'autre en termes de la distance qu'ils ont franchie. Je m'occupe de cet étage." Imran a dit, alors qu'il se déplaçait lentement vers le haut, scrutant ses secteurs.
Deux hommes ont couru dans la piscine du véhicule, maudits quand ils ont vu les corps. Ils étaient les opérateurs de costumes blindés- et l'exosquelette tourbillonné, alors qu'ils sautaient dans les deux grandes armures, d'environ 8 pieds de taille, avec un ensemble de techniciens morts. Ils ont vérifié les armes les unes des autres, avant de se précipiter, le claquage mécanique fort sur le sol en béton s'engageant en sortant, sachant qu'ils devaient défendre leur périmier. Et pourtant, ils n'avaient aucune idée qu'ils étaient assis sur ce qui équivaut à fondamentalement, une paire blindée de costumes qui étaient truqués avec des explosifs dans des endroits clés. Alors qu'ils s'en allaient, leurs mini-guns GAU-19 dans les deux mains ainsi que des tubes de fusée sur le dos, ils se sentaient confiants qu'ils pourraient prendre l'équipe d'ennemis. Ils avaient peu d'idée, alors qu'ils se dirigeaient vers l'enceinte ouverte, que leurs moments de puissance, les deux costumes d'armure mécanisés géants étaient grillés.
Name; Antoine Jacqueline Marcel
Age: 27
Apperance: At 5"10, Antoine is easily taller than the average female. Her skin is kissed by the sun, tan and healthy from plenty of time spent outdoors sneaking around. She doesn't have an ounce of un-necessary body fat, with the notable exception of her breasts, and has lean, athletic muscle all over her body. Her eyes are a soft, dark blue, like the deepest waters of the ocean. Her straight, dark black hair is cut short, only going to the middle of her neck, though her bangs droop to her eyebrows. When she isn't in her skintight infiltration suit, she wears a surprising ensemble. With a French Army jacket worn over a dark blue tanktop that matchs her eyes, a pair of cargo pants and combat boots, she certainly doesn't look feminine when in her casual clothing
Callsign: Bluebird

-Trained in extensive Krav Maga, and is as stealthy as they get. She can crawl in any vent, any ditch, being a veteran infiltrator and silent in most cases. Makes Ninjas look crap at their job.
-She is also ridiculously good at Parkour- she moves fluidly, and is the fastest of the team. She can combine it well, and go into the highest-security compound like it's nothing, with speed and stealth. She is a heavily skilled gymnast and acrobat, able to twist and bend through many things.
-Expert in using Wingsuits and Aerial Insertions. She can fly like a bird practically, give her the thermals and she can get in anywhere.
-Antoine is deadly accurate with her weapons at short and medium ranges, chances are if it's anywhere within 200 yards of her, she can land pinpoint shots with her fire. She can throw knives with the same pinpoint accuracy, as an extension of her skill with the silent kill
-As an extension of her stealth skills, Antoine knows how to read practically any crowd and blend in with it. She can be part of an angry mob one moment and flawlessly incorporate herself into a group of aristocrats the next.
-Antoine is a master of concealment, both of herself and items. She can hide weapons, explosives, money, anything so that no security search will find it without searching every single possible location, and sometimes not even then.

History: Antoine grew up in Switzerland, the land of neutrality. Her father was a politician and her mother the owner of one of the infamous Swiss banks. However, the pair were so stressed by their particular jobs that neither of them really did much to raise their daughter. Instead, the girl grew up learning to be a wallflower, listening to her parents and other adults so she knew when they would be home.
In elementary school, Antoine was incredibly fascinated with the birds. She was so curious about how it felt to fly that she'd sometimes try it, jumping from a swing at it's highest point. A bunch of kids would laugh at her, but that didn't matter, all she needed was herself and the birds. Antoine became even better at hiding herself then, frequently slinking away to quietly watch the other kids play. It was in elementary school that she began her lifelong training with Gymnastics and Acrobatics, enjoying both sports.
In Middle School, Antoine discovered her sexuality a tad too early. She quickly developed a crush on an older school girl, and struggled with whether or not to confess. When she finally did, she was turned down and retreated further into stealth, and then began to train in Krav Maga under a tutor, hired with her mothers money. She also joined her school's Distance Running team, where she quickly began to become one of the better runners. Antoine was becoming more and more of a tomboy as she grew older, however she had no idea where that would lead her.
In High School, she was known as a quiet, smart girl. She'd taken to wearing fake glasses to fit the sterotype many had placed on her. She became an expert at blending into crowds, and passed through highschool almost entirely un-noticed. She graduated at the top of her class, and seemed destined to go to any college she wanted, however she had other plans.
Being a rebellious teenager, one night she ran away from home and immediately made for the French border. The young athlete was already at a vulnerable point in the French border by the time her dissapearance was noticed. She slipped through and made her way to Paris, where she debated what to do next. Her original plan was to try to get into some French College after getting a job and apartment, but suddenly that didn't seem like such a good idea. Instead, she found herself joining the French Foreign Legion, growing even stronger from their immense training.
Her stealth capability and immense work ethic was immediately noticed, so she was sent to begin training for a role in a special forces team. When they got to Airborne training, Antoine seemed to take to the skies as easily as the birds she'd once watched. WIth a parachute she was a natural, with her instincts meshing with her training to produce perfect landings each time. In wing-suit training, her instructors were surprised when she was out flying them, fluttering about and landing like a bird.
She was soon deployed into the field, where she was trained in yet another useful talent by a squad-mate. Parkour, the art of free-running, didn't seem like a useful military skill to Antoine, but she learned it anyway. She soon found, however, that combined with her acrobatics and natural talent for stealth, she was able to use it to get past practically any obstacle without firing a shot.
Antoine soon became one of the most requested stealth operatives in the French Military, and she declined multiple offers to join the GIGN. When her term with the Legion was up, she entered civilian life with no real idea what to do. Her service had rewarded her with French citizenship, and she had plenty of money, however she found that mercenary work was very lucrative. She became a private contractor and made thousands upon thousands, gaining the nickname "Whisper" for the ease with which she infiltrated. For her, having guns was practically a formality, as she was never discovered.
It was after a particularly hard job, an assassination, that she was recruited by Scimitar. She'd just killed a warlord in southern Afghanistan, when she noticed she was being followed in an airport. Needless to say, the man following her woke up, very confused, in an apartment near the airport with the smell of chloroform clinging to a nearby rag.
He'd never even noticed the very woman he was following had slipped behind him. With a P226 to his head, he'd hurriedly supplied his job offer. After several tense moments, Antoine had agreed and released the man, who arranged transport for her to Scimitar's HQ.
Personality: Antoine is very confident in her own abilities, though not so much so as to dive into situations she can't handle. She is quiet and shy around most people, owing to her childhood. If she feels very comfortable with the people she is with, she can be very outgoing. When on an operation, her confidence shines through and she cracks more jokes, even seeming to enjoy herself when she ghosts through without ever being seen.


Minus all the armor plating, it's just a skin-tight suit fitted with tactical webbing that she uses to hold her ammunition and gear

Weapons: MP5SD6, Sig Sauer P226 w/Silencer
Equipment: Gryphon Wing-suit, 6x Custom Throwing Knives, C4 Charges and Detonator, Tactical Goggles with NV, Infared, Ultraviolet and EM Vision settings
Hobbies: Skydiving, BASE jumping, Wingsuiting, Private Mercenary Work, Gymnastics/Acrobatics, Freerunning, Loves Video Games