>>6091792It occurs to you that the tunnel you're in consists entirely of smoothly sloping curves.
That being the case, and if this bug is one of the flying ones, it'd just about take up the whole tunnel... you could pull off a sick trick right now.
You bring your gyro-rifle up to your hip and hold down the trigger.
As it fires, you gently sweep it up and down the side wall off the tunnel, and watch as the gyrojet rockets slide along it, following the curve of the tunnel and leaving trails of fine concrete dust and a skidmark on the wall.
That's followed up shortly by the sound of shrieking from further up the tunnel. Looks like your little trick worked out.
"What the hell was that?!" Ronnie yells.
"What did you shoot?! I didn't see anything!"
You wave for him to follow you, and around the next corner, about twenty feet up the tunnel, you find a twitching flyer bleeding out on the ground.
It flails violently as it tried to get back to it's feet. All your shots landed on the left side of it's body, damaging it's legs...
"Holy shit." Ronnie exclaims. "How did you do that?'
He looks down at his own gryo-rifle, looking for some switch or function on the sight that allows him to shoot around corners.
"I saw it on the internet one time. Turns out it works pretty well, huh? Hell, even better than that fuckin' cornershot." You shrug.
"Only in this particular circumstance, Captain." SHODAN says, poking you in the side.
"Well, good thing we happen to be in it, then."
You fire three more rounds straight through the insect's head and into it's body from a distance, ensuring they dig deep inside and burn the wound channel as they continue to fire.
That quickly silences the bug, but then you end up having to drag it all the way back to the clarifying room before continuing, because there was no room to squeeze around it in the tunnel.
It was a pain in the ass, but that's what Ronnie and SHODAN are for.
SHODAN don't get tired, and Ronnie can just deal with it.
Still, that took you about ten minutes, and by the time you're back to where you were, the sounds of fighting from up above have disappeared.
"You all done up there, Red?" You call in over the radio.
["Ahhhh.... eyup, just about, i reckon."] He replies, a few moments later.
"Armor give you any trouble?'
["Shit, naw! Hell, i almost feel like i'm twenty-five again!"]
"Yeah, you caused about that much damage at that age."
["Man this shit's fuckin' crazy, where the hell'd you get something like this? I didn't have to verify my e-mail or nothing, that shit just worked!"]
"Ah well, believe or not, it's a house special. You can thank the whole crew for helping to develop that one."
["I might just have to do that."]
You hear the sound of crunching exoskeleton, followed by insane, joyous laughter.
It might be a good idea to get Red his own Mk-1 suit, you get a feeling he's gonna want to borrow yours.
