According
to the radar, there were still four pursuers after them. George
wanted a look at them but did not want to risk his head. Well, he
could not anyway with his seat belt on. Hey, was there not a rearview
camera?
Searching
through the menus on the datapad, George found the rearview camera
that Tricia had used. Images from that camera fed into the datapad
showed him clearly their pursuers. It had not been necessary to risk
his head earlier!
"Argh,
can't find it!" Tricia exclaimed, "Pass me the double-R
four G."
George
looked at the two rifles at his feet, wondering which one Tricia
wanted. Iona peeked over her seat and helpfully pointed at the
grenade launcher. George picked the weapon up and passed it over his
shoulder to Tricia.
"If
you're thinking paint grenades," Mabel said, "I want all of
them following close, but not too close."
"You've
got something planned?" Tricia asked.
"Yeah,
I do," Mabel confirmed, "That thing we used on Old Golden
Teeth."
"Squirt,
pass me the datapad," Tricia requested.
George
handed her the device.
"What
have you been watching?" Tricia mumbled as she touched a few
buttons on the datapad. The machinegun above turned to the nearest
buggy and fired a short burst.
"Almost
there..." Mabel uttered. She pulled a device from her belt.
"Keep them together!"
More
bullets flew both from and at the pickup. George lowered himself
deeper into his seat, making himself as small as possible.
"And
we're here!" Mabel announced. She looked up at the rearview
mirror, at their pursuers. Then she triggered her device.
A series
of loud detonations exploded behind the pickup. George squealed in
surprise at the loud noise. His heart raced, until he realized that
the explosions were not close to him.
George
risked a glance out his side of the vehicle. Behind them were clouds and clouds of
dust along with rising black smoke. The dust was too thick for the
boy to see anything of their pursuers. There was hope that they were
all caught in the explosions and had lost interest in chasing them.
"Hah,
got them," Mabel gloated, "Was afraid that I wouldn't get
to use such a perfect trap."
"You
missed one," Tricia stated.
The
armored station wagon of Insect Clouded Terror emerged out of the
smoke and dust.
"Huh,"
Mabel sighed as she glanced at the side mirror, "that wasn't
enough to stop that."
Tricia
traded gunfire with their remaining pursuer.
They
went on for a while, traveling away from the triggered trap. Once
they had gone a good distance, when the black smoke had been obscured
by the brown of dust clouds, Mabel braked and spun the pickup around.
She sped towards the station wagon, intending to pass on their right.
Iona
pulled herself onto the roll bars above the pickup. As their
opponents fired at her, the small Vixen crouched lower to make
herself a less of a target.
Since
Iona was between their mounted weapon and their opponent, Tricia
stood and fired at the opposing vehicle with her grenade launcher
instead. One shot popped close to the waster gunner manning the
machinegun, distracting him from his aim.
Suddenly,
just as they were about to pass the other vehicle, Mabel swerved at
their opponent. The wasters turned sharply away to avoid.
"Missed,"
Mabel breathed.
"You
wanted to hit them!?" George asked, shocked at their near
collision. Especially since the collision would have been on his side
of the vehicle.
"Sure,"
Mabel replied as she turned the pickup around and chased after the
station wagon, "Easier for Io to jump over."
With
Mabel's skills at driving, the pickup eventually caught up with the
other vehicle. When they were close enough, Iona leaped onto the
station wagon.
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