ORBITAL BOMBARDMENT
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The truck carrying Snap sped away. Snipe finally found his opening and bashed his foe in the head with the hilt of his dagger. He then went around, helping to make short work of remaining foes. When you distract some one with a thrown rock, it makes it much easier for them to be hit with a club the size of a small tree. Finally, only one was left. He looked up from where he was wrestling with Twitch to see an almost full squad of military trained mutants, angry at his group staring down at him. He took off at a run and was shortly dispatched by Snipe who finally had a moment to loosen his brace of darts. The immediate threat over, he began with the most hated job of any leader: damage control.
“Linebacker, grab your gear and follow that truck. I know it has a head start, but I’ll need you up close to grab Snap when they stop. Or clean their clocks if were too late. Go.” Linebacker grabbed his pack at a sprint, chasing after where the truck had gone. Next, the immediate camp “Medic, Shift, pain control. I want us ready for any thing that comes at us. Round up the perps while your at it. Twitch, Thermal, perimeter. Spark, Life, defensive. Glitch, Brainwave, let’s see what we can do about an escaping truck…”
Snipe opened the case. In it, he carried his most valuable possesion. It had been custom made, just for him, perfectly adjusted. It was made of an alloy Shift had made, lighter than plastic, stronger than iron, more flexible than living wood. The designed packages were the works of geniuses, stressing the multiple. The targeting systems were the most advanced in the world. It took three people a minute and a half to send one of these packages to hit a target the size of a quarter a mile away with 20% accuracy rating. When launched by an expert team the accuracy could normally be increased to 60%.
These were masters.
Glitch got out his computer and began running the program. “Which package?” he asked Snipe. “Black.” Glitch looked up in surprise. He gave a small shudder at the expression on the leader’s face. He pulled a small capsule, no bigger than gluestick. He connected a cable and began the configuration. Snipe turned to Brainwave. “Do we have a connection with Snap?” Brainwave furrowed her eyes, concentrating. Then she nodded and brought her hand forward to touch his for head. He thought hard. “Hey there, sweepea. How ya hanging?” Snap’s voice echoed in his head. “I’m fine. Just a little beat up and in a wagon that was last used to haul pigs. Motion sick pigs, by the smell of it.” The picture she sent made him chuckle. He sent her a picture of him holding his nose. “Ready for a rescue?” he asked. “Please. I shudder to think of the last time these guys bathed. They also made some severe threats and some crude jokes. Leers at no extra charge.” The flutter of images and feelings in her mind aroused a feeling that can only be compared to a silver-back gorrilla having one of his band smacked in the head in front of his eyes. The anger poured out strongly from his mind and he could feel both Brainwave and Snap flinch. “Sorry about that. Can you port?” “No. This box is airtight. No way to get out.” “Right. Let’s get you away. First, We’ll need your eyes for a moment…”
Snipe pulled a normal arrow from the case. Well, comparatively normal. This six foot long arrow could punch through steel with a good shot from a regular bow. This was a ReComTor Longbow, a 7 foot tall bow, designed to implement the grace of recurve, the power of torsion, the ease of the composite. It was fondly termed the RCTL by the techs who made it. Snipe had named it Meteor. He pulled it back to three-fiths of the pull. The armour peircing arrow felt calm in his hand. He let Mindwave and Glitch give him some quick info on the weather and location of the target. He waited untill it felt right. He felt the time creeping closer and clos… NOW! He released and two yards of screaming death flew into the air. He grabbed the load from Glitch, drew back, and excepted the new targeting variables. He nodded to Brain wave who gave a couple of mental commands. Mainly MOVE! to Snap, DUCK! to Linebacker and HEADS UP! to the rest of the team.
This round, it took a lot less time for the angle to feel right.
The first arrow through one side of the cage and out the other. Snap recieved the warning and ported as fast as she could.
The second shot landed behind the truck.
This payload could miss the broad side of the barn, crash two feet from the target and still destroy the house on the far side, several hundred yards away.
The explosion caused the truck to flip, not side to side, but bumper over bumper. The heat to the blast left a dried shell of a truck, with all of the plastic and some of the softer metals melted of the solid metal frame.
Needless to say, Linebacker had little cleanup to do.
