"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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