HEAVY TYPE:
B. Lee Kendall'sYour Better or Your Dead
She was the kind of woman that would "look good wearing a burlap sack" the locals would say, even in here dirty overalls she cut a stricking figure. She stode apon the shoulder of her Warior, looking through battered feild glasses at a deserted town, that in the badland heat shimmered like a ocean.
"I suppose your going to say we should go in there after him, aren't you?" came a voice from behind. She turned to face the open cockpit of the Hunter behind her, there sat a Man of about her age, whoes face was scared, from the corner of his right mouth to the lobe of his right ear, giving him the appearence of a demonic smirk, she smiled. "How did i know......does it intrest you in the least that we burned most of our fuel just catching the bastard, and now you want to just Harris on in to his trap?". She reached down with her long arms and grabbed up her helmit, as she pulled it on over her short Blonde hair, the hunter piolt could make out a ever so Faint smile. "I hate it when you get that look" he pulled on his own battered helmit and sealed his cockpit.
The warrior and the Hunter started there Engines and headed across the sand towards the town, Both Gear were painted the same shade of sandy brown,they were devoid of markings except for the hunter witch had the word "Shaboom" in flowing script printed apon the side of the cockpit. they proceeded in line Abreast, the warriors Snub Cannon tracking from right to left, and the hunters m206p tracking from left to right.
The town grew slowly larger in the piolts artifical view of the outside world, twenty ancient buildings, all that was left of some ancient dream, would now become the latest battlefeild in the endless war of survival that is the badlands.
"You know, we could turnback to the tower now and we just might make it." Said the hunter piolt in a allmost matter of fact tune of voice over the radio, he waited for a reply that he knew would never come then clicked his tungue and to him self said "Thought not."
As the approached the buldings and there maze of streets, the hunter drifted back into his support role as the Warrior slowed its pace. "he'll try to seperate us." he said softly into the comm unit, but it was information she didnt need. The warrior piolts ice blue eyes scaned the artifical world displayed with in her helmit, she knew excatly what the raider would do, what she had to figure out when.
They followed the same routine everytime they came across a intersection, she would lean her Gear over till only the head was beyond the cover of the wall, then spin it 360 degrees,ground, right passage, sky, left passage, ground, as the hunter stode back against the wall head moving from left to right covering the front and rear.
now and again They would think there heard engine noises in there audio receptors but nothing definent. "maybe he went home.....I Mean we did Knock out his buddies" the hunter piolt realy did wish the raider had gone, but he knew better. "how many Pops you got left in that Snub?" he asked "one" she replyed in a voice that was airy and rough caused by a childhood desease, but it only gave to her voice a certain sultery quilty, "one...one shot then what Chief, Taunting?" but no reply came.
30 Minutes passed, they had found the distinctive tread marks of the Raiders Jager, but hadnt cornered him, they went street to street till suddenly the hunters Sensors registered something behind them "He's in my Six!!" he yelled as he pushed his gear side ways hopping to crash a nearby wall down but as he impacted on the wall a Stream of Auto Cannon Shells Slamed into the Gears leg, the Knee pad on the front of the Gears leg Exploded as the Rear entering Shells exited, Alrms Screamed in his Helmit. the warrior spon With the Agility of a Cat She Brought the Recticle Apon the head of the Jager that had assumed a low profile Stance at the End of the road,Exposing only the head and right shoulder and arm. The Warrior Shock with the Recoil as the Snub Cannon fired, She watched as the ammo counter Clicked to 0, The Shell was right on target, or would have been if the jager Hadn't withdrawn behind the wall, she had missed.
"I thought" came a voice Crackling with static "you only needed One shot" the hunter piolt struggled at his controls but he could only mange to move his arms " Think the Impact most have Jarred my Universal lose, I'm out of it, and you dont have any ammo left, do we make a run for it?,I'd sure hait to leave Sha-Boom to that raider" "No Hang tight, Hit the manuel Release on your 260" she answered "your Nuts, I mean your nuts before this just confirms it, you dont have any of the software you'd be firing blind.." "just do it Dak" she interupted, she hadnt yelled, but Dak had known her long enough to know this was as close as she comes "all right, you got 4 gernades and 15 rnds in the lac, good luck Cheif" he released the weapon, the warrior drop Its Snub , and Hefted the Twin Barreled 260 getting use to the weight, anouther disadvantage she would have is that the computer couldnt compensate for the weapons weight, but her programing was for the heavy Snub Cannon and she figured the diffrence wouldnt be that great.
She started off at full speed weving in and out of the streets, the faster you move the harder the target she thought, all the time commiting to memory the lay out of the town. "the main Square" she thought, only two roads leading into, it was large enough that she might just have a chance.
For 15 minutes they played cat and mouse, catching glimpses of each other as they darted around the ruined corners of the Ancient buildings.
"Ah....." her radio came to life "boss, he just Troted by me headin north" Daks Voice sounded Rattled "I'm poping my hatch and taking cover before he decides to finsh me Dak out!" Heading north he had said, this was it, all or nothing , she slamed her Gear forward at full speed into the square.
The Jager, also entering the square, seeing the Warrior let fly a stream of shells, fountains of earth followed her as see speed into the square, then nothing, the Jagers Lac was empty, with its rockets and gernades echausted in the raid on the oasis tower the jager had one option, it droped its Lac and started to grab for the handgernade attached to its waist.
Coming to a halt she brought the 260 up in the direction of the jager, She knew exactly what would happen, it was a gift of hers the kind of heads of imprumpto thinking that had, made men ignore her looks and pay attention to her abilty. She squeezed the lac Trigger on the 260, shells sprayed wildly into the building behind the Jager, she Gently moved the joystick bringing the stream closer to the jager till Finaly one shell impacted on the Jagers chest doing no significant damage.
The Jager piolt activated the gernade, but he two Had figured out what had just happened.
She had used the Stream Of lac shells to aim the weapons Gernade Launcher at this close range there would be no drop, she had chosen the square becouse it would give the gernades just enough time in flight to arm, she squeezed the trigger.
Three of the four gernades Slammed into the jager, one exploded externaly, but the other two punch two neat holes in the Jagers chest, they were followed by two Thuds as they exploded inside the cockpit. she watched as the Gear went limp, the Hand Gernade fell to the ground, The gear Collapsed onto the ground and the Armed gernaded, the explosion of which showered debree over the square.
She sat a while and watched the smouldering wreck,in some ways she was sorry the Jager piolt didnt make a run for it, he was good one of the best she had seen, but she was better, in Badlands you were better or you were dead.
[B. Lee Kendall]
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