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Deployments usually had them zipping across to the other side of town on a daily basis, and this one was no different. Normally, it would take thirty minutes to arrive at Scoville Market, in police gunships, that time could be shortened to ten. Ten was a long time when you just came out of a combat situation though. Then, the unusual happened. "D Platoon, we're getting a priority divert from main HQ. We're to respond to a high speed chase four klicks of here. Five to prep."

Tess could see the helmets around her looking at each other in confusion. It was understandable, SRTU never got deployed to car chases. Their gunships were not pursuit vehicles, and the team was pretty much useless weight while sitting inside as the ship juked around. Either it was something serious, or it was going to become a ground game soon.

The roster then updated, assigning roles to each member of the twenty strong platoon. There was only one part of the roster she was interested in.

Foxtrot (Overwatch)
J. Bines
A. Jou

"Damnit." Looking around the gunship, she located her assigned partner, the same one as last time. The other six officers in the ship were assigned to Alfa, the entry team. Jacob Bines, the big stick, the one with the Man portable Magnetic Mass Marksman Rifle, was her partner. They were on overwatch, again. They would most likely spend the whole deployment covering the entry team as they chased the rats into whatever building they decided to hole up in. She was sick of drawing the short straw.

Then, yet again more surprising news. "Bines! I need you in side saddle." It seemed like they would be participating in the pursuit, in a different way. The side saddle, or hot seat, was more of a platform with a harness that hung off the side of the gunship, to the right of the large deployment doors on the side. When these were military vehicles, gunners would sit there with the mounted machine guns, to provide fire support. They were generally useless on police gunships unless you wanted to get shot, or were using it as a sniping platform.

Nevertheless, Bines stood and grabbed his rifle, worked his way over the the door, and gingerly pulled himself onto the side of the gunship and down into the seat, belting himself down before grabbing his rifle from a teammate. "Alright boss, now what." The gunship throttled to a halt. "Three quarters of a klick south, your target is a black and yellow hover cruiser. You are to disable it." Staring down the scope, Bines nodded when he had seen the craft. "Thats a tall order sir." He still continued to track it. "Thats why they called us. Fire when ready." A second passed, then four, eight.

"Firing." The voice was detached, trance like. The barrel twitched with almost imperceptible movement. The whining noise came, then the zap. The ferrous tungsten round was accelerated at speeds easily exceeding the speed of sound, the trail of superheated gases it made was a good indicator of its path. Though nobody save for Bines and CP could actually see the target. "Hit. Im getting flames off of the rear of the vehicle."

"Good shot, D Platoon, prep for deployment. Alfa and Bravo are to secure the crash site, Charlie, Delta, and Echo, take up supporting positions. Foxtrot, you'll be next to drop." Bines glanced over his shoulder, eyeing Tess. He knew. Everyone knew. She was furious. Four fucking deployments in a row, and I'm benched for three of them. It was ludicrous.

She was still fuming as Bines came to sit next to her, and as the gunship settled on a landing platform of some building to deploy Alfa, and still more as they took up a holding pattern. When the time came she would snap to it and do her job, but for now she was pissed. Jacob didn't even try to reason with her, as the platoons expert marskman, he was used to being a distance away from combat. "Alfa to CP. Crash site secured, there are occupants in the vehicle. Beginning arrest." If only she could get into the fight.

"Alfa to CP. Additional hostiles, automatic weaponry. We're retreating to the stairwell."

"Bravo to CP, lost the crash site and contact with Charlie. Cant get past the foyer."

More radio calls of more fighting. No one could move, everyone was getting shot at. No one had any idea where the occupants of the hovercraft were, or could even still see where it went down. What a clusterfuck, but on the upside, they could get deployed any second now. Tesla could only hope.

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