Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Driving Lesson Chapter 6 Page 3

"Paint grenades," Tricia replied, "The paint-on-the-windscreen trick doesn't always work, though." She loaded her grenade launcher.

"What'd we do if we're hit by one?"

"You'll have to drive with the front cam." Tricia took a glimpse over her shoulder. "And is this the fastest you can go?"

The boy glanced at the side mirror on Tricia's side. One of the two remaining buggies was closing on their right. Two of the occupants, armed with rifles, leaned out and opened fire. Bullets clattered on the side of the Vixen vehicle.

George let out a squeak of surprise. He was being shot at! Oh wait, they were shooting at the other side of the pickup.

"Try to keep them on the right," Tricia said. She switched to the assault rifle. Leaning out to the side, she took aim. "Damn it, I'm not good with the left hand!" Nevertheless, she fired a burst.

"Uh, Tricia." What George saw on the side mirror had him worried. "The other's coming up on the left."

Tricia grabbed the grenade launcher. "Hold it steady, I'm going to block your view for a moment." With a hand holding her weapon and her other gripping the roll bar above for support, she reached out of George's side of the vehicle. "Hah, right hand!"

George lowered his head so he could see under Tricia's arm.

Tricia took careful aim and fired a shot. Through the side mirror, George saw a flash accompanied by a snap. There was a puff of smoke on the side of the opposing vehicle.

The Vixen fired another shot. That one must have gone in through the side window for George saw a burst of smoke through the windscreen of the other vehicle. That buggy slowed to a stop.

The occupants were probably still alive - George saw a moving arm poking out of a window. Plus they were likely to be wearing armor.

"Keep your eyes on the front," Tricia reminded him.

Their last opponent drew closer on the right.

Tricia tried to aim out her side of the vehicle with the grenade launcher. "Ugh, can't aim this left-handed," she muttered.

She switched her weapon to her right hand. Then, as she pressed her back against the windscreen, she steadied herself against the back of her seat. She leaned out the window. The Vixen immediately drew back to avoid a burst of gunfire.

Once more, Tricia tried peeking out the side. Seeing a chance, she snapped off three shots.

Suddenly, the buggy dropped back.

"Are they gone?" George asked.

"We're not in the clear yet," Tricia replied as she reloaded the grenade launcher, "The armored one's back."

George glanced at the rearview mirror. The station wagon was indeed back. The wasters had somehow cleared enough of the paint from the windscreen.

"Pull over and surrender," the waster on the loudspeaker demanded again. That time, the ultimatum was accompanied by a burst of gunfire that shook the Vixen pickup.

More bullets, larger bullets were flying! George drove harder.

Tricia sighed. "Looks we'll have to pull out one of our own." She pushed a few virtual buttons on the datapad.

George heard something behind him whir. When he glanced over his shoulder, he saw a large gun sliding out of the narrow box between the back seats. "We had a machinegun!?"

Tricia concentrated on her datapad. "It's a high-caliber gun with light recoil compensation. The vehicle will swerve if it's fired to the side. I didn't want to bring it out until you're ready for the added challenge."

Another short volley of bullets hit the back of the pickup. George squeaked again. He leaned further from his windowless side of the vehicle.

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