Quoted By:
>Lock the doors, open the windows and try to snipe the possible rioters as they close in on ground
”Okay, everyone. Which ones of you think you can shoot?” Half of the men tentatively raise their hands. You divide them up, a few of them to guard the stairs, the rest to accompany you and Lorenzo at the windows. Rufus and the rest act as the reserve. It's not long after your group has finished the fortification efforts that you receive a notification. Significant number of rioters (46 and going up) has somehow managed to break through the gate.
And there they come. You wait a second to maximize the effect before giving the order. ”FIRE!” Everyone unloads their guns towards the rioters. Most turn back and flee, the rest throw themselves flat. After the shooting ceases half a dozen bodies lie on the concrete, lifeless.
It's silent for a minute straight, you're about to congratulate everyone when the second attack comes. This time something has punched throught the gate barricade itself, something big. Your combat analyzer is kicked into overgear as it compiles the incoming data from the local networks. Seconds feel like eons as the wireframe picture materializes and then refocuses on the AR-visor as an image of a dronetank. A few seconds more and the analyzer has finished its process, identifying the entity as Panther Alpha with modified aftermarket parts. PANTHER FUCKING ALPHA. The most iconic WWIII warmachine, and if your guess is correct, it wants you and your men dead.
Stones in your stomach, your group watches as the ghost of the wars of the past rolls into your view. Shooting that monster with your gun would be like pissing on a lion. The unnatural silence is cut when your direct audiofeed opens. ”GOLDWELL!” It's Corporal Higgs. ”THE LANDING ZONE IS TOO HOT, WE TRY TO FIND A SECONDARY LZ SOMEWHERE NEAR AND THEN FLANK THAT HUNK OF JUNK... KEEP IT BUS...”
The audio feed is suddenly cut as the Panther opens fire towards the heli. It's AA machine gun would have done short work of most aerial vehicles, but this is FriAir quality machine we're talking about here. In a few seconds the the dronetank still manages to make a few hundred new ventilation holes on its side as the heli lurches forward, out of view, wounded and smoking. As if disappointed, it turns towards you. Your training finally kicks in and you jump away from the windows while ordering others to retreat as well. Some do, but Andersson's head explodes into fine red mist as the dronetank opens fire again. The air is full of shrapnell and noise. It must have lasted less than four seconds.
