It's a ways to the landing pad, still - it doesn't help that the place is now eerily silent. There's nothing - not a whine of machinery, not a hiss of hydraulics - even the water is still. The place is dead.
Until one corner leaves Voodoo staring down the barrel of a Combine machine gun.
Voodoo's the faster of the two - he puts two holes in the gunner's head before he has time to blink.
Unfortunately, the last of the Combine on the rig have chosen this place to make their last stand, and Voodoo's opening salvo leaves them with a perfect line of sight to him.
The result sounds something akin to Lucifer's very own kettle corn machine - 40 submachine guns, assault rifles, and machine guns all opening fire at once on the raiders makes for a deafening POPOPOPOPOP.
"Ambush! Contact front!"
Voodoo's able to snap off a potshot at a machine gunner before his weapon locks open with a dry click as the firing pin meets air. He ducks into cover and reloads, tossing the empty mag.
"Get suppressing fire on those machine guns! NOW!"
no subject
Until one corner leaves Voodoo staring down the barrel of a Combine machine gun.
Voodoo's the faster of the two - he puts two holes in the gunner's head before he has time to blink.
Unfortunately, the last of the Combine on the rig have chosen this place to make their last stand, and Voodoo's opening salvo leaves them with a perfect line of sight to him.
The result sounds something akin to Lucifer's very own kettle corn machine - 40 submachine guns, assault rifles, and machine guns all opening fire at once on the raiders makes for a deafening POPOPOPOPOP.
"Ambush! Contact front!"
Voodoo's able to snap off a potshot at a machine gunner before his weapon locks open with a dry click as the firing pin meets air. He ducks into cover and reloads, tossing the empty mag.
"Get suppressing fire on those machine guns! NOW!"