“Relax, Choppy; they probably showed up after your last run, when we weren’t looking.” It was an honest, if not lazy attempt to console the rotor pilot. Adrian had never erred in his simple tasks of shooting things, but there were always other factors beyond his control. Once or twice, his target saw something shiny and changed position just in time to dodge the bullet—but it was nothing Adrian could have stopped.

“I’ll go find a nice spot to start shooting from.” Adrian’s GEAR slowly broke from the group and began to seek out a vantage point. The L-68 spent most of its time hidden behind the crests of hills as it traveled. Eventually, it came to a stop and the barrel of its rifle peeked out from beside a large rock on a hill. “Alright. Captain! I’m all set up over here, so just say when.”