Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Tower of Trials Chapter 7 Page 3

"Okay, again, everyone ready?" Tricia asked. Once Mabel and George confirmed, the power-armored Vixen said, "Right, let's do this... just as soon as someone opens the front door..."

Mabel groaned audibly. "Trish! You don't usually miss out on details!"

"Gimme a break," Tricia said, "Laura usually handles the door. Okay, found the controls. Now, everyone ready? And make sure you have your window controls."

Once again, Mabel and George confirmed.

George heard the creak of gears turning and the rattle of chains pulling. The heavy main doors of the tower slid open. Then he heard the distant bursts of gunfire and the impact of bullets on the level below.

"The transport's in the line of fire," Tricia reported.

"Argh, Laura usually reminds us of that!" Mabel said.

Could those people do anything without Laura!?

"Some suppressive fire, please!" Tricia requested, "Need to draw fire away from our ride."

"Okay, Squirt, we're up," Mabel ordered.

George hit the button by his window. Further along the mezzanine, Mabel ran along and hit the buttons for three of the other windows. Once his window had slid wide enough, George pushed his machinegun into position.

Meanwhile, gunfire from outside had stopped. Peeking around his shield, George saw that a man and a woman had risen among one of the groups of wasters sheltered among the rocks. Their mismatched armor made them look unimpressive, unprofessional even. Maybe that was why Mabel had fussed so much when she had selected his armor.

The man held a megaphone to his mask. "You've crossed the Blue Landsharks for the last time, Vixens!," he said aloud.

"Yeah, you've gone too far," the woman echoed through a smaller megaphone.

"We've you outnumbered and surrounded! Surrender!" ordered the man.

"Yeah, surren"-

There was the sharp crack of Mabel's sniper rifle and the megaphone exploded in the woman's face. The man dove behind a rock for cover.

"Jeez, I hate that Miss Loudmouth," Mabel mumbled.

"Squirt, start squirting!" Tricia ordered.

George got behind his gun. At the same time, a thick cloud of dark gray smoke rose from the entrance - it was likely that one of the Vixens had used smoke grenades to provide cover for Tricia and Iona's exit.

The boy spotted a few groups of lightly armored people. He would have to divide his time between the groups. He fired a few rounds at one group, then sprayed another. He left out that group that was scattering in panic, having discovered an armored purple-furred panther among themselves.

"Squirt, the buggy on your two o'clock!" Mabel suddenly called.

"My what?"

"On your right!" Mabel clarified excitedly, "Fill it with bullets!"

George easily spotted the buggy rolling towards the entrance. It was a four-wheeled vehicle with roll bars that offered hardly any protection for its occupants. The machinegun mounted on its back was a big threat, though. George sprayed bullets at the gunner manning that weapon.

One of George's bullet hit the gunner on the arm. The latter fell off the vehicle. The buggy spun to a stop. The driver got out but was caught in George's hail of bullets.

The boy continued firing at the vehicle's machinegun, hoping to discourage anyone else from using it. Maybe a few of his bullets would damage the weapon.

A bullet hit the shield on his own weapon, harshly drawing George to the fact that he was in a fight where he could get hurt. He glanced about for its source. He had to stop people shooting at him!

"Squirt, that buggy on your eleven - your left," Tricia pointed out, "behind the rocks."

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