[i]The pack of aircraft split immediately apart, Wilson flanking off to the right as the two others roared towards the enemy encampments. The belly of each aircraft opened up to reveal a bomb rack, loaded with mininuke warheads. As they headed in, they began to expend their payload. Their 30mm guns targeted hard targets as they rolled through, ripping both huts and entrenched machine gun positions to shreds. The bombs fell as they headed across the sky, small mushroom clouds left in their wake. The two Vertibirds continued to circle and attack the hardened positions, thinning most of them out. Wilson had jumped from his into the gunfight, in order to regroup with Wolf and Othello, who were already engaging targets. Othello stood proudly in his Centurion armor, firing his HCAR, the 30.06 rounds ripping into terrorists, his armor deflecting most projectiles and lasers. Wolf lay back in the brush at an angle to the enemy snipers. Cloaked and hidden, he used his Barrett to handle enemy sharpshooters, scoring multiple head and neck shots. Wolf and Othello were attempting to bottleneck the terrorists, forcing the enemy between themselves and Wilson, who drove them with his G3 and M2. Even across the encampment, Wilson's machine gun resonated, a loud, constant thumping as .50 caliber bullets cut people down left and right, the menacing giant chugging on.[/i]