Garrett swung into action not far behind his comrades-in-arms. The targets were clear and obvious - just the way he liked it; a simple mission with a simple objectives, and simple targets. With a howl of engines, the Sentinel sped forward, thrusters giving enough power to move in ground-effect; faster than a run and not quite flying. As Valika and R-18 went after the enemy MA's, Garrett followed in Sara's wake, engaging the heavy gun batteries.
"Good hits, Rabbit! Following your lead. Solid locks confirmed-"
Another of the heavy gun emplacements slid into view as Garrett skidded the Sentinel like a power-skater on its' cloud of flaring blue thrust. Crosshairs projected into his vision turned green as multiple missiles locked on.
"Snow, targets locked. Missiles away!"
Shoulder covers popped open and winding smoke trails blasted away from both bulky shoulder pads as armour-piercing plasma-warhead missiles screamed and corkscrewed through the air and blasted into globular, eye-searing, explosions against one of the heavy turrets, blasting it to pieces as it turned to bear.
Still skidding at high-speed, crosshairs projected into Garrett's single-eyed vision locked over targets. The lighter armoured vehicles might not have been much threat, but they were still a threat; his head-mounted vulcan cannon burst into a burbling roar, shells streaming into the vehicles hulls in clouds of dirty smoke and flame as the twin-linked guns opened fire, empty casings streaming out along with clouds of gunsmoke.
"Enemy vehicles neutralised; shifting to next targets!"