Adrian took a deep breath as the targets lit up on his screen, one by one. There were more of them than he had hoped for, but it was nothing out of his reach. He counted his blessings he had a partner—their relative skill meant nothing, so long as they were a second gun. He spoke as his rifle took a long list of metrics. “Alright, the second we hit, they’re gonna start looking for us, Shona. Two guns and then you move, don’t want those mortars zeroing in on our nest. So hit hard, hit fast. I’ll start on the left and you take the right, then we’ll sweep across and meet in the middle. This is it, you ready? We’ll hit the SAMs first.” The L-68’s whole construction tensed up as it entered its fine aim mode, the assembly on its rifle gently whirring away as it worked. The GEAR, rooted down on one knee, slowly moved its arms to angle the rifle around the side of the hill. “Just need to line it up…” Adrian muttered off comms as his aim settled just above and to the left of the first missile truck.
Two shots rang out, one hot on the heels of the other. The truck took hits straight in the battery and engine. Two more shots slammed into the second truck and within the time of just a few seconds, Adrian was already on the move.