09-11-2018, 12:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2018, 02:50 AM by Nika Raskov.)
They were doing an acceptable job of keeping the Littlest Pet Shop rejects at bay. Nika changed her mag smoothly and maintained her rate of fire. It was unfortunate the things didn’t turn on their dead. She guessed warm, live food trumped warm dead food any day. If they were left to it though, she bet the corpses of their four-legged brethren would likely be the next meal. I mean, if the two bipeds made it out alive. General Custer seemed to be holding his own which was encouraging but the assassin was not about to let herself feel as though they might be gaining the upper hand. If anything the encounter was 51/49 or 50/50. She’d probably ponder the maths later. If there was a later. Nika had no intention of letting this dumbass get her killed. Then again, she had been the dumbass who’d come to give support in the first place. Who then was the bigger dumbass? The little Atherim barked a laugh.
Then Cobra Commander threw in the towel. She could almost hear the high-pitched, screaming ‘Retreat!’ now. What a great cartoon. They just don’t ‘em like that anymore. The assassin added it to her mental rewatch list.
Nika was not about to take her eyes off what she was doing to check the drone feed, not with every shot needing to count. Stuart was called up via throat mic. “Hey buddy, what’s our tango count?” His number was not encouraging. She wasn't carrying that much ammo. Shit. Oh well. Inspector Gadget had called it.
The asset switched her firing mode to triple-burst and briefly sent her rounds toward central-mass. She shifted away from the wall still firing and grabbed a canister from the back of her vest. Her fingertips keyed in a sequence and she tossed the object left-handed toward the junction. The cylinder hit the far wall and rolled beyond sight. Good enough. There wasn’t so much an explosion of sound as there was an whoosh of white light. The corner blocked the brilliant epicenter so it wasn’t blinding. Her FLIR automatically adjusted regardless. “Let there be Light!” she said aloud and chuckled darkly.
Beyond view the hybrid-phosphorus agent spread to encompass the entire width of the tunnel, incinerating anything that could not tolerate a paltry 5000 degrees fahrenheit. Nika never went anywhere without a plan. Okay five plans. The device was one of her bug-out systems. Highly effective. They were about as close as they wanted to be to remain comfortable though. The increase in the tunnel’s temperature was noticeable.
Nika left her rate-of-fire where it was and kept at it. Because the ratdogs shouldn't like that kind of heat at their backs. Now it was 60/40. She grinned behind her aperture headgear though it was impossible to tell. Mostly described as unsettling, especially with the deep-set eye sockets, the gear was designed to be protective like a helmet only nearly form fitting. A featureless face. “Better princess?” Manageable achieved.
Then Cobra Commander threw in the towel. She could almost hear the high-pitched, screaming ‘Retreat!’ now. What a great cartoon. They just don’t ‘em like that anymore. The assassin added it to her mental rewatch list.
Nika was not about to take her eyes off what she was doing to check the drone feed, not with every shot needing to count. Stuart was called up via throat mic. “Hey buddy, what’s our tango count?” His number was not encouraging. She wasn't carrying that much ammo. Shit. Oh well. Inspector Gadget had called it.
The asset switched her firing mode to triple-burst and briefly sent her rounds toward central-mass. She shifted away from the wall still firing and grabbed a canister from the back of her vest. Her fingertips keyed in a sequence and she tossed the object left-handed toward the junction. The cylinder hit the far wall and rolled beyond sight. Good enough. There wasn’t so much an explosion of sound as there was an whoosh of white light. The corner blocked the brilliant epicenter so it wasn’t blinding. Her FLIR automatically adjusted regardless. “Let there be Light!” she said aloud and chuckled darkly.
Beyond view the hybrid-phosphorus agent spread to encompass the entire width of the tunnel, incinerating anything that could not tolerate a paltry 5000 degrees fahrenheit. Nika never went anywhere without a plan. Okay five plans. The device was one of her bug-out systems. Highly effective. They were about as close as they wanted to be to remain comfortable though. The increase in the tunnel’s temperature was noticeable.
Nika left her rate-of-fire where it was and kept at it. Because the ratdogs shouldn't like that kind of heat at their backs. Now it was 60/40. She grinned behind her aperture headgear though it was impossible to tell. Mostly described as unsettling, especially with the deep-set eye sockets, the gear was designed to be protective like a helmet only nearly form fitting. A featureless face. “Better princess?” Manageable achieved.