Smoke em.
For a moment, everything slowed down. The tango I had in my sights was going about fifty kilometers, with a pretty hefty crosswind. My AR and my instincts worked in tandem, to put a bullet right…
There.
My PK-404 coughed and tried to buck, but I held it stock still. Five other coughs went off at the same time from five other places, and five other bullets struck. The five tangos dropped and their jeep slewed out of control for a few feet, the auto-brakes kicking into effect and the AI bringing it to a smooth stop. We all moved out of cover, our active-camo making us look like ghosts.
Ghosts with guns.
Alvarez – indicated by a few symbols overlaid on my AR – went to the front of the jeep and tugged one of the bodies off the jeep. I grabbed my target and hauled him off as well. I overshot a bit and the body went flying into the river we had been hiding by. Alvarez shot me a duct: Careful, PR
Gloria and Lee took the back seats.
All right, Alvarez ducted to the lot of us. Lee, PR, start her up.
On this exercise I was part of the infosec team. I’d had plenty of practice slipping past Selection’s security – though after a week of hard, twenty four hour training, I knew just how stupidly naïve I had been to thinking they hadn’t left plenty of holes for me to slip through – but now I had actual training and, more than that, wired reflexes and a headcomputer. Slicing into the tango’s security systems and spoofing their biometric feedback was the work of seconds, which was a good thing: Their AIs would have noticed something might have been wrong, but there was a short “delay”, so that an alarm didn’t go off every time someone adjusted their vest.
That was the idea at least.
We’re good. Lee spoke more often with tightbeam radio than with his mouth. I guess that had to be part of why he’d been picked for S3TA.
Good. Alvarez gestured. Roll the jeep into the water and switch to Cheetah.
Gloria shoved the jeep as I steered, the breaks having been cut with a single quick stab through the hood from Alvarez. The stab hadn’t come from a knife…rather, he’d used his forearm blade, which had popped out with his punch and sliced through metal, tube and then smoothly pulled out. The jeep slipped into the lake and was gone, as if it had never been.
[FONT="] We ghosted and moved out[/FONT]
