Vigilante had looked to waller as she handed out the assignments with 'you have got to be kidding me' look. But he said nothing as he took the dissoers on his group into the hellicopet and began to brainstorm how to put them to best use... And then shark happened.
The entered the facility with no trouble...suspiciously no trouble. No security, no scientists, no secretary.
"Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."
"You ever read Isac Assimov? 'Ghost in the machine' and all that? You might like him, but most robots I've fought tend to shoot, shoot, keep shooting, and stop only to reload. Speaking of..."
The machine came into view and got blasted by one of theirs, before he could call off a tactic, she was swallowed whole and then exploded.
Boom.
It was wounded and reeling and ready to kill or be killed, no need for mercy as he aimed for the inside of the gaping wound and started with the explosive grenade from each pistol. Nothing fancy, just two shots aimed for the vulnerable innards already weakened by the previous explosion.
Boom-Boom.
Next came the Rip rounds; it was a hollowpoint on steroids that after entering the enemy would tear apart from the force of the impact inside the victim and send the shards every which way to cause six different channels of internal damage per bullet. He was firing six rounds into the weakened creature so hopefully three explosions and thirty six channels torn through its internalstructure would soften it up for someone else to finish the job.
The entered the facility with no trouble...suspiciously no trouble. No security, no scientists, no secretary.
"Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."
"You ever read Isac Assimov? 'Ghost in the machine' and all that? You might like him, but most robots I've fought tend to shoot, shoot, keep shooting, and stop only to reload. Speaking of..."
The machine came into view and got blasted by one of theirs, before he could call off a tactic, she was swallowed whole and then exploded.
Boom.
It was wounded and reeling and ready to kill or be killed, no need for mercy as he aimed for the inside of the gaping wound and started with the explosive grenade from each pistol. Nothing fancy, just two shots aimed for the vulnerable innards already weakened by the previous explosion.
Boom-Boom.
Next came the Rip rounds; it was a hollowpoint on steroids that after entering the enemy would tear apart from the force of the impact inside the victim and send the shards every which way to cause six different channels of internal damage per bullet. He was firing six rounds into the weakened creature so hopefully three explosions and thirty six channels torn through its internalstructure would soften it up for someone else to finish the job.