When Adrian noticed the approach of his team’s target, he broke off to set up nearby. At its destination, the L-68 knelt down, its dull sheen resembling a smooth rock as the crest of a small hill hid its lower half. The large rifle it held in both hands slowly tracked ahead of the lead opposing GEAR. “They’re all in single file,” Adrian said to himself. “At that speed, wonder what happens when the lead man trips?” He adjusted his aim downward, pointed directly at the enemy GEAR’s tracked foot. “Warlock, I have a shot,” Adrian said.